" Bones were an confusing concept when I was very young. The idea of something under my skin that no one was allowed to see as that meant that something bad had happened. A structure with layers of blood and meat. Wires to control the material that was just out of reach. For that was how all living things functioned when they had these 'bones'. All living things functioned on a system of wires that one's pan controlled. Pulses from the body to the wires to make all things function. The first time that I had ever truly saw them not within the prison of form was at a unexpected event. My friend had taken me along to the forest and amongst the grass and trees. The weeds and wildflowers was a skeleton. The corpse was rotten and scavengers picked away at the meat. A ivory covered up shades of bronze. The sight itself was bewitching to such a young troll with no worldly knoweldge of the world. She explained that, "It is the order of things. The strong pick off the weak and ill and once the strong become the weak. Jaws clench around their necks and snap it." Her tone melancholy and at peace with it. I couldn't help but wonder if she meant it about more than the birdbeast slumbering in eternity. In the blissful form of what to be its rest after pain, but was it not in agony about that? Would my death be agony? She didn't allow us to stay much longer, but she had taken notice of my interest and let me devour more about the system. Customs around what was to be done after death and what could be seen within it. The beauty of a battlefield long pasted when life is allowed to bloom from it. The life that was should be cherished. Those abandoned upon the field had possibilities. Bones were used for weapons and tools by some. Some believed that to show love after the departed was just as important as for caring for what had lived. It hadn't matter if they weren't cared for in death. If they were cared for after with such love that it would make up for how callous the world has always been. All things decay, even the bones that remind of what was there. They break down to give life back to the world. When I die, I wonder if wildflowers and cloves will grown from my bones. Perhaps vine will crawl upon my ribcage and moss over my pan. Much like the sight had seen so long ago. Will I give life back in this way?" All done.. this was actually really fun @humorouseGravedigger #writing #bones #gore
<' bones are so cool. i wish i had them. cool writing!! '>