((OOC Note: This memorial is the last half of another thread, found Here. I post this in memory of the character Shandren Hex.))
Finally her heart beat it's last, and Batosai removed his shakti from the wounds. Leaning over, he gently closed the eyes of the once half-tiger. Arms slid under the fallen and he stood up, calling on his renewed strength as he jumped up to the rooftops, heading for the cemetary.
For the first time on this world, the predator felt some semblance of remorse and regret for what he was forced to do merely to survive. It was true that tonight the Hunger had nearly taken complete control of him, and if he hadn't fed on this female, things would have been much worse. Still, as he looked at her now lifeless body, he couldn't help but wonder at her very feline beauty, almost like the females of his own kind.
Sighing deeply, he banished those thoughts with a shake of his head. It was done and she was dead. There was no going back now that this had happened. He could now do only one thing for her, a proper burial and honor her spirit.
Reaching the cemetary, Batosai looked for an unused piece of land, finally finding one near the hedges and rose bushes along the sides of the cemetary. Setting his burden down, wincing as a stab of pain comes from the wound in his side, the glass shard still embedded there, he'd tend to that later. Fingers and hands moving rapidly, forming hand signs to focus his Shii'Koh. "Earth style. Sand trap Arte!" Before him, the ground suddenly bucked, then a body-sized depression formed in the ground, a pre-made grave.
Batosai looked over at the new grave, then her body again, finally shaking his head. Drawing a knife, the predator moved over to a nearby tree and cut off a branch. Taking the branch over to her body, he planted the limb into the ground, then focused his Shii'Koh again, forming a new series of hand signs, "Hidden Arte, Mukoton!" He forced his Shii'Koh into the severed branch, directing the plant's cells to awaken and begin rapidly growing. The branch grew up and across the tigress' body, wrapping new branches and quickly forming into a living, grown coffin of tightly packed tree limbs.
Batosai moved over to the coffin and reached under to cut the slim branch that connected the new growth to the ground. Hefting the coffin carefully, he gently placed the whole thing into the new grave. Another Arte later, and the earth filled the grave, and a chunk of marble heaved itself from deep underground to serve as a marker. A few minutes with a kunai knife, and Batosai finally padded away, off to the Red Dragon to see to his wounds.
Behind, the marble shone white in the moonlight, and one surface bore the words: ~Here lies a valiant warrior.~ ~She gave her life so that another might live. ~Let all who pass this place honor her spirit for all time.~
Finally her heart beat it's last, and Batosai removed his shakti from the wounds. Leaning over, he gently closed the eyes of the once half-tiger. Arms slid under the fallen and he stood up, calling on his renewed strength as he jumped up to the rooftops, heading for the cemetary.
For the first time on this world, the predator felt some semblance of remorse and regret for what he was forced to do merely to survive. It was true that tonight the Hunger had nearly taken complete control of him, and if he hadn't fed on this female, things would have been much worse. Still, as he looked at her now lifeless body, he couldn't help but wonder at her very feline beauty, almost like the females of his own kind.
Sighing deeply, he banished those thoughts with a shake of his head. It was done and she was dead. There was no going back now that this had happened. He could now do only one thing for her, a proper burial and honor her spirit.
Reaching the cemetary, Batosai looked for an unused piece of land, finally finding one near the hedges and rose bushes along the sides of the cemetary. Setting his burden down, wincing as a stab of pain comes from the wound in his side, the glass shard still embedded there, he'd tend to that later. Fingers and hands moving rapidly, forming hand signs to focus his Shii'Koh. "Earth style. Sand trap Arte!" Before him, the ground suddenly bucked, then a body-sized depression formed in the ground, a pre-made grave.
Batosai looked over at the new grave, then her body again, finally shaking his head. Drawing a knife, the predator moved over to a nearby tree and cut off a branch. Taking the branch over to her body, he planted the limb into the ground, then focused his Shii'Koh again, forming a new series of hand signs, "Hidden Arte, Mukoton!" He forced his Shii'Koh into the severed branch, directing the plant's cells to awaken and begin rapidly growing. The branch grew up and across the tigress' body, wrapping new branches and quickly forming into a living, grown coffin of tightly packed tree limbs.
Batosai moved over to the coffin and reached under to cut the slim branch that connected the new growth to the ground. Hefting the coffin carefully, he gently placed the whole thing into the new grave. Another Arte later, and the earth filled the grave, and a chunk of marble heaved itself from deep underground to serve as a marker. A few minutes with a kunai knife, and Batosai finally padded away, off to the Red Dragon to see to his wounds.
Behind, the marble shone white in the moonlight, and one surface bore the words: ~Here lies a valiant warrior.~ ~She gave her life so that another might live. ~Let all who pass this place honor her spirit for all time.~