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Osirus is dead. Lots of things die, if you think about it- wolves, prey, days that come by.
But Osirus didn't seem the kind to die. To Nimrod, he seemed the kind to exist forever, a landmark in their life. They had forgotten he had guts and bones just like anyone else in the island. He wasn't invincible, immortal, a god.
He was a good fellow.

And all fellows die.

His death brought a wave of confusion, mixed reactions, panic- the island had claimed him, Nim believes. They didn't want to think the burden did.
They found themself regretting they didn't know him more; more than just someone who hovered miles above them. Nim was good at looking up, and bad at looking in front of them, straight into the eyes of someone.

When the vigil started, they didn't join, rather watching from afar, sitting with a silver male; Zevi. They didn't ask why he was standing back, too. Everyone has their reasons, so they didn't pry. He watched the body, and they looked away, uncertain. Were they mourning Osirus, or mourning a dream, hopes of a better future?

Later in the night, they sat by the corpse, when most were asleep or away.
They murmured something, a promise, and looked into the north, their heart quivering.

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Zevi belongs to Hazel-Fox (thank u again!!!!! <33)

Description

Osirus is dead. Lots of things die, if you think about it- wolves, prey, days that come by.
But Osirus didn't seem the kind to die. To Nimrod, he seemed the kind to exist forever, a landmark in their life. They had forgotten he had guts and bones just like anyone else in the island. He wasn't invincible, immortal, a god.
He was a good fellow.

And all fellows die.

His death brought a wave of confusion, mixed reactions, panic- the island had claimed him, Nim believes. They didn't want to think the burden did.
They found themself regretting they didn't know him more; more than just someone who hovered miles above them. Nim was good at looking up, and bad at looking in front of them, straight into the eyes of someone.

When the vigil started, they didn't join, rather watching from afar, sitting with a silver male; Zevi. They didn't ask why he was standing back, too. Everyone has their reasons, so they didn't pry. He watched the body, and they looked away, uncertain. Were they mourning Osirus, or mourning a dream, hopes of a better future?

Later in the night, they sat by the corpse, when most were asleep or away.
They murmured something, a promise, and looked into the north, their heart quivering.

---
Zevi belongs to Hazel-Fox (thank u again!!!!! <33)