Post by shadowspirit on Feb 13, 2013 15:51:48 GMT -5
Guys? First I have an announcement... Scarlet and Sigurd left, yes. After MUCH (and I mean a lot) of pestering and begging, I managed to get Sigurd to help me revive his old pack called the snow pack on a different thread.
You all are welcome to check it out if you wish. There is no hard feeling between any one
We recently had a death in our pack and I was given permission to god a couple characters among my own and I was wondering if you all could read the ceremony and tell me what you think?
This is what I wrote:
Sigurd padded into the area with Katsumi just as Taro and the others were finishing the preparations. He looked towards Taro. Are we ready then? He asked, his voice soft with sadness.
We are sir. Taro responded, his own sadness visible in his eyes.
Very well. The moon is high in the sky, go get the rest of the pack and we will begin.
Taro nodded and padded quickly to the den while Dalia, Ragnar and Kaida got into position.
Sigurd sat at the head of the burial site, watching as his daughter approached with Aiko. They fell into position as the rest of the pack padded into the area, led by Taro.
Katsumi joined Sigurd at the head of the burial site, watching as the rest of the pack gathered. Once they were all gathered, the four special guests closest to his body, Kiadan's body was laid in the hole.
Sigurd started the mourning howl, his voice starting low and sorrowful, growing in length and volume. Followed by Katsumi, then Taro, Dalia, Ragnar, Kaida, and the others. The last to add their voice to the howl was Farah's, a soft sweet howl, adding her soft spoken voice to chorus of howls.
Sigurd let his howl die and called out to the heavens with a strong voice, one not like his own.
Great creators of the sky and ground. We gather here to call upon you to aid our brother as we howl him upon the silver path to the Great Hunting Grounds beyond. We call upon you to aid him in his passing and aid us in healing our shattered hearts. Kiadan was a good brother, a good wolf, a good friend. He lost his life today helping us hunt and gather food for the family. We beg of you great creators to accept our brother among your pack and watch over him as he hunts in the Great Hunting Grounds. He dropped his head as a tear slid down his cheek. The rest of the pack let their howls fade into the night, each taking a turn to cover his body until he was fully covered.
Sigurd and Farah stayed behind as the rest of the pack disappeared into the den.
Will you be ok Sigurd? Farah asked softly, her heart saddened with sorrow.
Sigurd nodded his head, tears sliding down his cheek.
Farah nodded in silence and dipped her head, nosing the fresh mound before heading back to the den.
Sigurd sat there staring at the moon.
He began to speak quietly, almost whispering.
You were a good wolf Kiadan. A good brother. One of the best I could ever ask for. I am honored and proud to call you my brother. Rest in peace my brother. He whispered, a single tear sliding down his cheek and landing on the mound.
He raised his maw to the sky once more and let loose a sorrowful howl.
When it died he padded slowly to the den, his tail dragging in the snow.
You all are welcome to check it out if you wish. There is no hard feeling between any one
We recently had a death in our pack and I was given permission to god a couple characters among my own and I was wondering if you all could read the ceremony and tell me what you think?
This is what I wrote:
Sigurd padded into the area with Katsumi just as Taro and the others were finishing the preparations. He looked towards Taro. Are we ready then? He asked, his voice soft with sadness.
We are sir. Taro responded, his own sadness visible in his eyes.
Very well. The moon is high in the sky, go get the rest of the pack and we will begin.
Taro nodded and padded quickly to the den while Dalia, Ragnar and Kaida got into position.
Sigurd sat at the head of the burial site, watching as his daughter approached with Aiko. They fell into position as the rest of the pack padded into the area, led by Taro.
Katsumi joined Sigurd at the head of the burial site, watching as the rest of the pack gathered. Once they were all gathered, the four special guests closest to his body, Kiadan's body was laid in the hole.
Sigurd started the mourning howl, his voice starting low and sorrowful, growing in length and volume. Followed by Katsumi, then Taro, Dalia, Ragnar, Kaida, and the others. The last to add their voice to the howl was Farah's, a soft sweet howl, adding her soft spoken voice to chorus of howls.
Sigurd let his howl die and called out to the heavens with a strong voice, one not like his own.
Great creators of the sky and ground. We gather here to call upon you to aid our brother as we howl him upon the silver path to the Great Hunting Grounds beyond. We call upon you to aid him in his passing and aid us in healing our shattered hearts. Kiadan was a good brother, a good wolf, a good friend. He lost his life today helping us hunt and gather food for the family. We beg of you great creators to accept our brother among your pack and watch over him as he hunts in the Great Hunting Grounds. He dropped his head as a tear slid down his cheek. The rest of the pack let their howls fade into the night, each taking a turn to cover his body until he was fully covered.
Sigurd and Farah stayed behind as the rest of the pack disappeared into the den.
Will you be ok Sigurd? Farah asked softly, her heart saddened with sorrow.
Sigurd nodded his head, tears sliding down his cheek.
Farah nodded in silence and dipped her head, nosing the fresh mound before heading back to the den.
Sigurd sat there staring at the moon.
He began to speak quietly, almost whispering.
You were a good wolf Kiadan. A good brother. One of the best I could ever ask for. I am honored and proud to call you my brother. Rest in peace my brother. He whispered, a single tear sliding down his cheek and landing on the mound.
He raised his maw to the sky once more and let loose a sorrowful howl.
When it died he padded slowly to the den, his tail dragging in the snow.
