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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:29 pm
The Festival of the Fallen is the most important time of year for the grave-keeping couple. Whistling as she continued to decorate, the Dark lady smiled, stylizing the flowers perfectly upon each bar. Just about every color of the rainbow was beginning to litter the railings, bringing such life and joy to such a dark and desolate place.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 7:04 pm
Standing like a statue, a large Dark male stood within the center of the graveyard, watching the smaller light-pelted female. Dark gray eyes moved as she did, watching her intently from behind a large and fitted skull. A dimly lit lantern hung from the end of an almost completely black tail, giving the center of the graveyard and eerie glow. Large and leathery wings were folded up at the Dark male's sides, giving his frame a bulkier appearance, but seeming to make him a bit smaller in size. Sitting upon his shoulder like a Paroo, a similarly colored Bolf sat with folded wings, looking even more awkward than the B'alam did. It also watched the Dark lady, mimicking the actions of the Dark male. It shifted slightly upon the B'alam's shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 11:58 am
Continuing her appealing humming, Gwyn padded gently around the outer edge of the graveyard. With every hum, she placed another flower. With every flower placed, she took a step or two to the left and began to place another flower. Reds, golds, pinks, blues... Just about every color you could possibly imagine was neatly tied to rails and flourishing brightly. They gave off an almost glowing appearance, the dim light of the caverns creating the effect.
"Dearest mate of mine, how do the railings look so far? Pleasant enough do you think? I do hope the cubs will enjoy it."
Not even turning around to look at the male B'alam standing in the middle of the grave site, she light-pelted lady continued with her humming and arranging of flowers. She wasn't being rude, oh no. Quite the contrary. She knew how her soulbound responded and reacted towards certain things. Bright and happy flowers decorating his place of solitude was not exactly something he enjoyed. However, it was for the Festival of the Fallen, in which he knew. By letting her hum her jolly tune and prance around, placing bright flora everywhere, that was an answer in itself, even if he didn't express it with words.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 12:22 pm
Nodding ever so slightly, the Dark male was silent. His gaze did not leave his fair lady. The Bolf upon his shoulder shifted slightly once more, being just as silent as the B'alam himself was. The large and dark tail from the Dark male flicked, the lantern hanging upon it swinging back and forth. The eerie glow that lit up the center of the graveyard swayed like a rocking sea, adding orange highlights to the turned soil and dark railings. With each swing, sections of flora lit up and then darkened, mimicking the portrayal of life and death. To be the Grave Keeper was a tough position. It was handling the dead and fending off the spirits that would dare to harm the living. It was not a desired position in the slightest, but someone had to do it. Unfortunately though... No dead were currently residents of the Keeper's place of solitude. While that was all good and well, the large Dark B'alam was in a sense... Without a purpose. Still, he did his best to fulfill his role as if his graveyard was booming with bones.
His dark eyes hidden behind the massive skull he wore flicked to and fro at the sights of the glowing flowers, matching the swaying motion of the dancing light. He continued to be silent, his loyal Bolf matching his stance.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 8:53 pm
Seeing the swishing glow of her mate's lantern rock gently back and forth, the fair-pelted Dark lady finished tying the last of the exquisite flowers to the surrounding railing. She took a few steps back and looked at her hard work, admiring the bright and beautiful colors it brought to the rather dreary graveyard.
"They're so beautiful, Kharon. They bring just the right amount of life to our wonderful home."
Gwyn stepped forward, repositioning just slightly the last of the flowers she had placed. Her tongue stuck out just a bit, closing one eye as she made sure with certainty that it was seated every so properly along the rail. Taking a couple steps back once more, she cocked her head from one side to the other, smiling pleasantly afterwards. With that, she turned around and walked over to the center of the graveyard where her soul-bound was standing, ever so boldly, the now empty basket swaying from her the tip of her tail with such ease. As she happened upon his looming figure, she gave him an affectionate nuzzle under the chin of the skull he wore. She wasn't a tiny thing, but compared to him, she looked it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 8:59 pm
Breathing deeply, the large and dark-colored male could not help but to smile, even if it was hidden behind a menacing skull. The 'nuzzling power' his beloved had over him was incredible, and just showed how much he needed her. Without her delight, grace, and gentleness, he would be nothing more than a large and empty husk. He knew it to be true. When she was not around, he exhibited no emotions. He did not speak and he had no sympathy for those around him. Such was the life of the Keeper of the Dead, as he knew all too well. What joy was there in his profession? None... Except her.
Keeping his solid state, his dark gray eyes flicked over and looked upon his fair lady. She smiled up at him and... That smile. It was like warm lava flowing over his cold metallic heart. He felt once again a smile creeping upon his refusing maw. Thank the Weaver for the skull that was donned upon his fuzzy head. His soul-bound took a seat next to him and looked out upon the graveyard she had exquisitely decorated. Kharon looked back up and out alongside her, the lantern that hung upon the end of his tail having finally ceased it's rocking motion.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 10:15 am
"I agree, my dear. I think Gabriel will approve and the cubs will appreciate the wild and bright colors. It's a fun time for them, you know? I'm pleased we do not currently have any dead, but at the same time, I wish we did. We cannot celebrate anyone, but instead must ward away the spirits and celebrate the life in which we still have around us. It's odd in a way. At least though the graveyard is prepped in case anything should happen."
Her bright red eyes continued to peer around the graveyard as she sat next to her mate. She had set down the woven basket that was once full of exquisite flowers from around the world that different tribes of B'alam called home. As beautiful as it was, she felt as though something was missing... Other than proper gravestones. She put a paw up to her chin, her tail flicking from one side to the other, gears turning in her head. That's when she gasped, her eyes widening, and got up and walked off. The Bolf perched upon her mate's shoulder freaked just a bit with the initial gasp, flapping it's leathery wings and settling back down, ever so slightly glaring at the fair lady as she walked away.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 6:48 pm
A slight grunt came from within the large skull, a dark gray eye peering over at the wobbling and slightly annoyed Bolf. The Bolf caught wind of Kharon's displeased sound, screeching just a bit in self-defense. The dark gray eye within the skull continued to glare at the tiny winged creature, not having any of it. Knowing it was beaten and should not be arguing with it's master in the first place, the Bolf half snorted and retook it's stance upon the large B'alam's shoulder, reattempting to get it's pose back. The eye, now seeing that the Bolf was listening instead of trying to argue, realigned within the bone helmet, peering around the graveyard.
Kharon wondered where his fair lady had gone off to, for she did not say. However, he did have an inkling of an idea. The graveyard was indeed colorful and 'spiced up', but it was missing that little something to it. He had a feeling the glow of his lantern is what might of sparked her thoughts, but he did not know for certain.
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