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The news had travelled, as some things did here, through the pack grapevine, so when the call came, Lubomir wearily made his way to the rest of his packmates. He couldn't really say why he was here. After all, he did not know Ril'o at all, had never spoken to him, although his face was familiar from pack meetings and chance encounters. His death had been a shock, the thought of someone coming into pack lands to murder in cold blood something he could not fathom. Lubomir had wanted to stay away, had wanted to hide and ignore that there was no need for him to be there. But from what he knew, they'd shared a rank together, they had been responsible for the pack together. And yet Lubomir was here, alive and breathing, and this one was not.
There were not many here. He could see the leaders, of course, though Haku was conspicuously absent. Lubomir felt a light sneer curl his lip. Of course the male wouldn't be here to pay his respects. Why should he? Let the women lead and ignore the rest. He stood silently as everyone paid their respects. How eerie it all felt. Lubomir looked away. How much did it really remind him of his own pack's demise? There had been no ceremony there, there had been no pyres, nothing to mark the passage of his family to the world of the dead. And there would be none, unless he braved the great distance and held some ceremony for them. In his heart, Lubomir mourned his loved ones with every breath. And now he would add Ril'o to his list.
"May Fenrir guide your way from now to the world of the spirits. May your journey be easy and painless. May you not remember the pains of this world to enjoy the good of the next. You will be remembered, Ril'o." Lubomir looked to the stars. They promised clear, warm nights and days of languish, nights to dream of better things. But now, all was cold and painful in Dahlia de Mai. One of their own was dead.
The news had travelled, as some things did here, through the pack grapevine, so when the call came, Lubomir wearily made his way to the rest of his packmates. He couldn't really say why he was here. After all, he did not know Ril'o at all, had never spoken to him, although his face was familiar from pack meetings and chance encounters. His death had been a shock, the thought of someone coming into pack lands to murder in cold blood something he could not fathom. Lubomir had wanted to stay away, had wanted to hide and ignore that there was no need for him to be there. But from what he knew, they'd shared a rank together, they had been responsible for the pack together. And yet Lubomir was here, alive and breathing, and this one was not.
There were not many here. He could see the leaders, of course, though Haku was conspicuously absent. Lubomir felt a light sneer curl his lip. Of course the male wouldn't be here to pay his respects. Why should he? Let the women lead and ignore the rest. He stood silently as everyone paid their respects. How eerie it all felt. Lubomir looked away. How much did it really remind him of his own pack's demise? There had been no ceremony there, there had been no pyres, nothing to mark the passage of his family to the world of the dead. And there would be none, unless he braved the great distance and held some ceremony for them. In his heart, Lubomir mourned his loved ones with every breath. And now he would add Ril'o to his list.
"May Fenrir guide your way from now to the world of the spirits. May your journey be easy and painless. May you not remember the pains of this world to enjoy the good of the next. You will be remembered, Ril'o." Lubomir looked to the stars. They promised clear, warm nights and days of languish, nights to dream of better things. But now, all was cold and painful in Dahlia de Mai. One of their own was dead.