Arrow Lake relict

T-T

blodreina is no healer. she is wanlida. a warrior. a bringer of death. and she knows as she follows the sound of fleeing moose's fading footfalls and the rank smell of blood growing heavier as she draws nearer to the scene. she is wanlida. she knows that such a strong scent of blood means that death is not far. her heart beat lurches in her chest and her speed increases as she fears above all other fears that it is ingram hurt and bleeding. @Praimfaya is safe, trotting along at her side still huffy from their most recent sparring lesson ( and her most recent loss ).

"nomon?" her daughter asks her with a trembling voice as the pair approach the grisly scene. in a pool of his own blood lay stigmata and blodreina rushes to his side with a general! though she knows she can do nothing for him. even if she were a healer there was no medicines in the world that could reverse that much blood loss, that could bring him back from the dead. there's a tremble to her lips as she looks upon the stiffening corpse of their leader and lets out a howl for the group, urgent and fearful. it reminds her too much of heda's death — though at least she did not have to go through the pain of seeing her broken and bleeding body.

yu gonplei ste odon, general. blodreina murmurs mournfully, corralling praimfaya close but not trying to shield her from the sight. she is the commander-in-training, after all, and death — no matter how gruesome it was — was apart of life. "yu gonplei ste odon, general." praimfaya repeats the words, how their people honored their dead.