anthem of the angels [nyx funeral]

[OPEN] anthem of the angels [nyx funeral]

Iona Posts: 100

World's Edge Specter atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 3.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16hh :: 11 (birdsong) HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE

Iver :: Osprey :: None Kiki

02-18-2017, 01:40 PM

"It can turn the whole world upside down, shake it 'til the sky falls to the ground.
We don't have to reap the fear they sow, friends, as long as we hide our love away,
In the good they'll never know."

Iona, for the first time in a long time, elected to forgo her wings and walked alongside her King and her fallen comrade. The painted women did not know Nyx well. She could not claim to have lost a close friend or a companion. The Specter had her differences with the warrior-mare, especially concerning her sister’s ascension to the throne. However those differences had long since been buried when Nyx proved time and time again that her loyalty to the herd - to the Edge - trumped her personal feelings. This, Iona respected. Nyx, Iona respected.

And so she walked, saying nothing out of respect, but falling in line with the funeral procession. The painted mare’s gaze kept watch on the shadows, ensuring that no harm would come to the King or the Ironheart’s children as they carried both their mother and their grief back home.

The painted mare stood to the side as she watched the children dig graves for their fallen mother. Iona had seen too much death in her lifetime, but had never faced an enemy such as this Kaos - this creature that had taken this woman from her children. She could see the pain in every line of the bear-girl’s body, pain that only time could take from her. Pain that could cripple her or pain that could make her strong. Grief was a strange emotion, one that often didn’t settle until the shock of the loss had time to dissipate just as adrenaline protected you from feeling the true pain from a wound in battle.

Iona lowered her head as the bodies were lowered into freshly dug graves, a final sign of respect for the woman who fought so fiercely until her last breath. “Long live the Ironheart,” she repeated, quietly, calmly.

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