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Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars The dragon song carries high on the winds, it's lament is hauntingly beautiful, it sinks into the bones and resonates it's sadness. A sadness for a lost kin, kin whose eyes had slipped closed for one final time and succumbed to the twilight. One who had parted the veil and gone gladly to the night lands, and one who had left their beloved behind in the realm of the living, where the sun shone brightly and cast it's warm glow upon the land. Alune had heard the reverent hymn upon the sea wind, silver eyes peering towards it's direction as he turned to follow. There had been but one occasion in his life time he had heard dragon's sing, and many more committed to memory from Oracle's that had walked the night path before him. Dragon's of gold, silver, bronze, green, red and blue had bowed their magnificent crowned heads to the once-queen as she lay upon her funeral pyre — as pragmatic and heavenly as she had been in life. Queen's and Kings had raised their harmonious voices in reverence, sadness and remembrance of her accomplishments and her essence. Now it seemed, their much smaller kin were doing the same, and Alune would come and pay respect to the one who commanded such recognition. As he neared, he heard other voices in the under tow of the song, and his brow furrowed. Two he recognized as his King and Queen, the rest he did not know, and the one threatening one drew his attention the most. The misted creatures by his feet had changed themselves, turning draconic in appearance to show their reverence to the somber occasion — they scurried to rest upon his back and peer with their never ending gaze at the sight before them. Quad-horned head lowered in consolation to the fallen mare he spied among the living, though his pupilless gaze moved between them all. "It is unbecoming to turn a place of mourning into a battleground, you do well to check your misguided grief. The dead gain nothing from your anger, and neither do you." The Seer stated, his tone uncharacteristically flat for his usual jovial spirit and ethereal appearance. He nods his greetings to Tembovu and Elsa as he passed the newly crowned Monarch's, he turned then, to the magnificent dragon-mare and his head dips lower in a sign of respect and greeting. "I am Alune, Seer of the Moon Goddess. My deepest condolences for your loss, milady." His words are genuine, and the flat tone has slipped into one of gentle comfort. He may not know intimately the deep well of loss, it's cold cavernous deeps of frost and despair or it's waterfalls of grief and sorrow. But he knows as one who has witnessed the proceedings and news of loss, he has seen many a strong soldier felled by the news and stoic priestesses brought to their knee's. He knows one day, he will face it most intimately. He will crack like glass, chip like brittle marble and eventually shatter when the weight comes crashing down. The tide will sweep him far out into the dark ocean and drag him down in her watery embrace of grief, denial and inconsolable anguish — and he would have to find the light to see him through. Just like this dragon-mare must do now. "Think not of the sadness that envelops you now, but the fond memories that you have gained. Wrap them around you tightly like a blanket on a cold night, close and clasped tightly to your chest, for they are precious and dear to you both. The blanket may never remove the chill completely, but it will stave off most of the cold. Use that blanket to chase off the most coldest of nights." His eternal gaze settled upon the spotted in their mists, he see's the anguish and the pain upon his crowned brow. There seemed to be a never ending waves of sadness, a flickering light lost in the eternal night coming from the stallion and he wonders. What caused so much pain and misery? What marked and wracked this icy stallion so? It is for another time, such thoughts he decides and moved on. The dark pelted Seer then turns to the mare that had parted the realm of the living, and the golden creature that lay curled beside her in their eternal slumber. If not for the nature of the gathering, one would feel as though they were merely sleeping, catching the last silvers of night before the dawn broke into day. Alune's voice changes once more, sweet and filled with blessed intentions. "May the Goddess see you safe and swift into the Night Lands. Let not the passing of transgressions and heated emotions in this life scar your life in the next." The misted dragon's upon his back shift in their vigil, their incorporeal silver wings raised and flickered in the sea breeze. "talk talk talk" |
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"I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,
And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon."
force & violence permitted on Alune at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
