by Avi on June 28th, 2011, 2:36 am
It had been a bit of a wrestling match as she sought to keep her grip on her spear, and was twisted by the beast's death throes. Once it had ceased moving, ceased breathing, she worked the spear out and stared at it in abject horror, offering a silent prayer to her father's father. Avi's gut had told her to keep her poor talons far from these creatures. And considering the fluids oozing from the female creature, and what they were doing to her spear, she had been right. Goddess only knew what would have happened to her feet if she had grabbed at the creature with her talons, much less carried it up and dropped it to kill it on impact. The results would have been disastrous. Quickly, she made plans - her ruined gloves would have to be burned, and she couldn't just leave these creatures here, either, because eventually they'd seep down into the lake. No, that wouldn't do. And then there was the man.
If the wildlife ever came back, it might find him appetizing - even the flies had to eat, and they could lay their eggs in his body... but she had come to understand in Syliras they burned bodies in order to prevent disease. What if this man had some disease that could make the rest of the place sick, or toxic, just like these creatures did?
No, he was going to have to go as well. There was nothing for it. She scythed at the blackened weeds with her spear, using the tip to guide the dead foliage on top of the dead creature before gathering the dead wood and vegetation closest to the lake. The toxic water had killed plenty, and Avi gathered all of it before going into the broken bush, pulling at what was already dead and broken and beyond repair, bringing it back to the creatures, and beginning to pile it. "I am sorry, Wild Lady," she said in the direct of the altar, "but I can't just leave them there... else nothing will ever heal." Once she had cleared her path to the man, she grabbed him by an ankle and pulled him out of the thicket, over to the pile, stopping short in order to pull off the man's pouch and the pendant, checking him over to make sure she hadn't missed anything, before pushing him over to the makings of her bonfire. Her next trip produced the backpack and the sword, and the rest of the broken and fallen wood that she could find. She set the scavenged goods by her own for now, and grabbed her flint and tinder from her bag, striking them until the sparks caught. Safe enough there, she felt, that unless Zulrav had a wild hair, the fire likely wouldn't burn everything else to ash. Once the fire caught, and was burning strongly, she sunk her spear, at least, what was left of it, a safe distance from the bonfire and headed up to Caiyha's altar.
She was never a fan of leaving a fire by itself. Accidents happened that way, they got out of control, and they became messy and impossible to stop. But the altar wasn't too far away... and it was on a sandy, rocky beach. Surely, surely it wasn't going anywhere, not with all the heavier branches piled on top. She made her way over to it, and stopped, bowing low at the waist of the altar in the grotto before sitting on the bench, touching it carefully with her fingers, her hair pooling around and underneath her. "It had to be done," she told herself as her nose crinkled at the smell of burning hair and flesh, "so that this place could start anew. I don't know how to fix the water, shy of flying over it and scooping out that many-eyed fish, amongst other things. You wouldn't have any advice, would you?" she spoke to the altar, unworried of who might hear her. However that man got up there, she didn't know, but Avi was convinced that she was alone right now - there were no further threats - just a bonfire to tend, the man's belongings to sort, and time to get her thoughts in order while she tried to figure out how to purify the rest of the place. It needed to be fixed, it needed to be healed.