Moonspear and like the wind, they rise and fall

His younger brother's silence was no stranger, but he knew how to speak those languages, even if he was far more prone to letting his mouth vent than they were. He understood. Near a waterfall I know they liked.. there's this tiny cave, I think we can.. Jarilo tried to explain in a wilting voice as they closed in, obviously distracted by this, and the horrors of what was next. He would show Arcturus where he had in mind. He believed they could block it off.. mark it, something more dignified than rotting in the open. Something he could do later, once he could function past this--getting them there, so they could move on, had to happen first though. They were going to share a grave, he would see to that, but it would not be out here.

It was awful. He felt so hollow, so absolutely eviscerated by the grief and the happenings of the last while. When at last he thought he found the end, it just kept going. He smelled the stale blood of his parents, soon saw it on their ground and bodies. It was a mechanized jog that wasn't really his that finished the last distance between their first son, and their last embrace.

He couldn't stand to see it and with it, their peace was said. He couldn't, and his face was sopping wet with tears he didn't realize fell and hackles were up tall, anxious still so close to them, vacant and unnatural as he knew them. He reached shakily for his mother's spiked scruff and wrenched her aside with a horrible gasp of his own. Everything about it felt so wrong. He wasn't meant to--undoing this was not his place. He hated to do it to them, just as much as he hated that they had done this to them.

The wounds, the blood, the mangled remains... he definitely looked too long, but up close.. he had to, desperate for some deeper understanding where it was only exactly what it had always looked like: this was what they were made of. Feeling grim, he studied them both, then Arcturus somberly.

It was difficult at first to tell what was their doing, and the mountain.. but in places he could begin to understand, and wanted to believe he saw their intent there too. However he did not need to see his father's face so broken, literally smashed apart, or his mother's chest torn as deeply as that, yet even in these twisted final moments, he could sense their utterly chilling absolution. They had meant this.

He then whined low, and did his best to gather Amekaze's body with himself--dissociating entirely for the process, and consumed with duty only for there was no real plan, other than that it had to be done, so it would get done somehow, someway, no matter how long it took him to do it. When it was as good as it was ever going to get in this miserable procession, he set on.

feel free to fade if you wanna  since it is a lil older and i'm happy to be v a g u e <3