((Various stuff kept us from attending that night unfortunately))
Late one evening, a cold breeze gently picking up, pushing the clouds from their steadfast vigil over the quiet cemetery. Mysterious figures slowly materialized from the surroundings. Their bodies were draped in dark shrouds, shadows almost seeming to swirl around them blocking the light from the flickering coals of the ankh from penetrating. The rambunctious twins crouched in perfect balance on the thick rod-iron fencing with their sire standing beneath them with arms folded. Others appeared, some giving off an aura of undeath and some with calm beating hearts, but all moving to one purpose. Alira with a cloaked companion were the last to step out of the shadows as they walked to the edge of the grave.
Alira crouches and makes a hole in the soft soil with her gloved hands. Reaching under the shroud she produces a root stock of a rose, still in its dormant winter cycle. She places it respectfully in the hold and pushes the soil back to cover its roots. She then removes one of her gloves and brings her finger to her mouth, pricking it on one of her fangs. Holding her hand out she lets a single drop of her ancient vitae fall upon the soil before pulling back her hand. Although no order could be heard, each of the figures move forward and repeat the offering, some using fangs and others using small daggers to get their life essence to flow.
Afterwards all of them stood unmoving in silent vigil for several moments. The silence is broken as wolves howl mournfully in the distance as if in their own silent tribute to the fallen mortal leader. Then almost as if they were merely apparitions they begin to fade back into the surrounding darkness. Only the soft imprint of their feet on the soil and their gift remain as silent reminders of their visit. A night later as if awoken and spurned on by some unnatural magic, the rose bush begins to show the buds of leaves despite winter's chill still lingering in the early spring. Within three days the leaves will have spread out healthy and vibrant and the beginnings of rose buds swelling... with a faint color of purple waiting to unveil itself.
((OOC: Obviously we could not leave the rose there as it would have decayed, but we have a "rose of trinsic" bush set aside and I'll be happy to get it to whomever oocly for the gravesite. PM me and we can swap ICQs))
