Dragoncrest Cliffs [BWP] A Lyke Wake Dirge

BWP: Prologue (backdated)
He is singing A Lyke Wake Dirge
Cloudy, gusty, dark sky 28F
1:00pm Dec 31st

A somber silence cut through Sapphique as yesterday’s violence haunted Dragoncrest. It had all happened so fast… the bear, Raleska’s body… blood, howling, fangs, and claws upon his hide. Njord moved with a stiff walk, three lines of lacerations marred his left haunch but he had, luckily, come out of the battle only mildly scathed by the beast. @Raleska and Kaertok had not been so fortunate.

After the fight, the she-wolf’s disfigured body had been moved away from the stones where the Ursus had first delivered her. Only a smear of wolf’s blood in the white snow marked where she had laid. Njord stood besides it as a gust of freezing cold bit at his exposed flesh, but the greatest ache was in his heart.  His chest was heavy for his new family. Though Njord was but a greenhorn in Sapphique’s – Rusalka’s – great history, he was bereft with sadness for @Rosalyn, @Erzulie, and all the children who had known the dark woman and the pale man.

Dark clouds churned like a witch’s brew overhead as the whistling wind began to pick up speed. A great storm was coming. Njord’s voice became low and drawling as he sang a familial funeral dirge for their lost pack-mates.

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And Atlan receive thy saule.

When thou from hence away art past,
Every nighte and alle,
To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last;
And Atlan receive thy saule.

If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
Every nighte and alle,
Sit thee down and put them on;
And Atlan receive thy saule….