Haunted

Abraxis was silent as he made his way through the forest. A small pack on his shoulder and symbols written in paint upon his fur as he walked hazardously through the too silent forest, a hand resting gently on a pouch on his hip. He had been told that there were restless spirits in place, and he felt it to be true. He could feel the tenseness, the restlessness in the very air around him. He didn't even flinch when he felt the a spirit slip by him, just bowing his head a little and continuing on his way, until he reached what he was sure was the center of it. When he reached the center, he paused, unburdening the small pack and starting to pull out the items. Bones, herbs, and a beautiful, ornate silver bowl. Settling the items around him as he sat down, hearing the whispers of the whispers of the spirits, trying to tempt him. To scare him. Looking up as one slid by him. 

"I am sorry for your suffering... please, allow me to ease your pain and help your passing." he whispered, closing his eyes and giving a small prayer. When that was finished, he began to chant, by now, knowing the words off by heart. As he chanted, he could feel the spirits stirring. The anger, the pain they were in. It saddened him to know that they were in such pain. Only making him that more determined to ease their passing, so they might finally rest in peace. As he chanted, he began to break up the herbs, going in particular order of what to add and when. Herb, a piece of bone, an odd smelling flower. Breaking it up and adding it to the beautiful silver bowl. 

He continued his work, even when the wind picked up, and the spirits swirled around him even buffeting him, trying to get him to stop, but he continued. The bowl starting to steam oddly as he picked up his cadence. His voice raising and becoming louder and louder, drowning out the screams and cries of the spirits that tried to stop him, the items in the bowl suddenly bursting into the flame, and the spirits cried and screamed their outrage, and then the screaming stopped, and his chanting slowed and then stopped altogether. He sat there in silence, closing his eyes and concentrating as he listened, searching for the spirits, but all was silent. The heavy weight that had been on the forest also seemed to lift, and he smiled gently, sending up a prayer to the moon, asking it to guide and watch over the souls. Standing, he buried the contents of the bowl, left another payer, and then disappeared into the forest once more.