Swift had been quite shocked by the whole ordeal. As one of the less experienced members he often had babysit duties. He knew the poor hatchling.

The news had shaken him and made him insecure about what to do next. On one hand, he wanted to comfort the mother, focus on other hatchlings, stay positive. But on the other hand he was feeling to depressed to try.

None the less he refused to just sit in a corner and mope. This war was bad, and pointless. Swift quickly learned the other street sylesties believed it was a tamed sylestie who had done it...but Swift did not feel comfortable just asuming such.

And even if it was, could they really be sure all tamed had something to with it? Swift rememberd his life with his human. It was wonderfull, and not in a thousend years would he even consider killing a street hatchling. Why, he wasn't even aware of this whole war untill she died..

This whole situation was so complicated. he wanted to help, he really did. But how could he? When he didn't share the same conviction the other streets seem to have.last thing he wanted was to upset the others even more.

Swift walked around their territory for a bit, never straying to far. Losy in thoughts, untill he stumbeld acros his leader and Tiger talking, about that very incident...

He probably should leave. Such a young Zolnixi as himself, as well as his background as a tamed probably did not make him a good third party to discuss this with..it wasn't his place.

Carefully he tried to walk backwards, in hopes to avoid disturbing his superiors and seniors.

Swift wasn't to thrilled about being called foreward, but knew he could not just ignore the call. He walked over with his head held low before sitting down in front of the others.

''The day...it happend, he was only onder my care for a short while. His mom picked him up so he didn't go missing at that time...I knew him though.''

Swift was ahving trouble keeping his voice steady. the memory of his little friend was still fresh, which made the topic of this conversation all the more depressing.

After regaining some composure he went on.
''He was an adventerous kinda boy, would sneak out when he could. i know he deliverd his mother all kinds of stress with his little adventures..It is likely he sneaked out when his mom was busy, looking for an adventure..''

The poor hatchling.

Swift's eyes landed on the ground, while he tried his best not to moisten them up.

Galaxia stepped onto the street from her broken-down alley. Another day of foraging for food. She sighed. Ever since the battle began, it was harder to go anywhere without coming back unscathed. Not sky, land, or sea could stop the battles that waged in Tourmaline, but Galaxia preferred to stay out of it. The war had gotten harsher in the past month, but humans seemed not to notice. Galaxia longed for the fresh feel of the forest, but it was so hard to get in and out of Tourmaline that she rarely went anymore. And it took a few days, that which she didn't have. And she had felt herself heavier, against all odds. Flying long distances was undoubtedly out of the question. Carefully, Galaxia flapped her wings, to begin her scavenge for food.

_{At Swift's order of events, Tiger nodded understandingly, moving to rest a gentle paw against Swift's shoulder as he noticed his eyes fill with tears, his own eyes softening. "I know this is hard for you, Swift. It has been hard for all of us, but I have a task for you." He paused, motioning with his head over to where Flower, a female Zolnixi, was gathering some sweet-smelling plants and herbs for the burial. "I want you to accompany Flower to the burial site. Bring some more of the more powerful Sylestis with you, as well. We don't want anyone getting hurt while the burial is happening."}

[I'm gonna post some forms for some Sylestis on the main thread so that we have more of a variety, including Flower's form]

Swift nodded. He would help however he could, he had wanted to before. He walke over to the girl nixi, and helped picking up some flowers. For occasions as this, you almost couldn't have enough flowers. Though, the boy who passe away would probably snort at the flowery stuff. Maybe he should but some sticks there too, just because he loved playing with them.

The younger nixi was a bit worried however when he was told earlyer to tale stronger nixi's with him. It always made him nerveus when there was chance of attack, he was no warrior after all.

Still, he would do as asked and try his best.

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(last reply for now, as I am about to hit bed, European time zone. I'l be back tomorrow. i won't ask you guys to wait for me though, I'll just pick up where the rp is at when I get back)