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Post by Aveilthé on Jan 30, 2011 19:43:43 GMT -6
The smattering cries of birds warbled uncertainly in the distance. The young Empress had heard them, and wanted to snap fruitlessly at them. That would require work... she did not feel like flying from the window, chasing birds.
And it was not because she wanted to play.
She wanted them destroyed. Their happy chirps mocked her pain. She wanted to feel their helpless bodies squirm inside her clamped jaws, wanted them to feel the same pain and suffering she had to endure. But that would not end her suffering.
So many dead...
Aunt Phobia...
Reduced to a dry husk, Lacrimosa was unable to cry any more. It hurt to even try. Earlier she tried to commit suicide, though she was instantly ceased. Nothing could talk her into sense. Not until word got out that Ammon was still alive...
What became a giant void in her heart became filled again, but a great chunk was still missing. Phobia was confirmed dead. Though regaining a little bit of happiness, she found it hard to maintain such joy when her thoughts drifted toward her aunt. Her mate understood... she was, after all, close to her aunt...
Glassy eyes peered out at all things before her, but she could not stand looking at one thing for too long. She set off through the towers to find someone--anyone--whether it was Charon, Thanatos, Zephyrus... anyone in her family... she needed to talk to them. Especially Thanatos and Zephyrus. She dreaded meeting them face to face, but... then again she wanted to see them. She simply hated the idea of seeing pain that she was certain far surpassed her own instilled in their eyes...
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Post by Addykins on Jan 30, 2011 20:07:50 GMT -6
He spent a lot of time up at the top of the tower. The heavy breeze whipped his long furry mane and he stared up at the bright sky with no real thought in them. Constantly he attended the daily ritual of returning to the spot that he had witnessed his mothers downfall becoming his own personal nightmare in which he was reluctant and unable to escape. He always wondered if he could have spotted his mother ealier, if he could have gotten down to the ground below faster. Each time he reentered the dream-like memory the rage he had felt when he saw that alpha bitch, he would not utter her name, destroy his mother seemed into his heart and a soft mist began to creep around him. Anyone who would disturb him would feel as if thier life was bieng sucked from them, they would smell the deep scent of death and hear nothing. No one disturbed him when he entered the rooftop, unwilling to entice Thanatos' anger.
His eyes closed and a the few tears he allowed himself started down his furry face. Where his tears flowed left a line of damp golden fur that lead from his eyes down to his cheek bone. He refused to let his father see the tears, he wasn't willing to let his father see the pain he was in knowing that his father's own world had been shattered also. That the oreo druin was in as much pain as he was and crying to him wasn't going to help anyone. So instead he simply found his own peace here, the winds kept most wolves away but his deathly mist made sure to keep unwanted away. He knew it wouldn't stop his father or Uncle Charon, but they gave him his space. Gave him his grief and let him run wild with it as long as he always came back. A low moan escaped him as he suddenly dropped to his stomach, a paw falling over the edge as if reaching for an invisible object. "Mother, oh, why did you have to leave?" He whispered to the wind, his hand-paw curled into a tight fist as he let another moan loose. Grief mingled with anger, revenge twirled around want for his mother. He blamed that Wynbain and her only. When Thanatos could think about the Alpha dog without feeling like his heart was being ripped open he would find her. And he would rip her apart.
Finally Thanatos rose, turning away as the slight mist slowly fell into oblivion and he moved down into the tower. His descent was quiet and his face was void of all emotion. He had become quiet and stony since the passing of his mother, such a change from the out-going, proud and loud youth he had been before. He wondered how long it would be until he was that youth again, or if he would ever again feel a lightness about him, without the burden of grief and anger. |
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Post by Aveilthé on Jan 30, 2011 20:23:39 GMT -6
Lacri's reverie was broken the moment a figure blossomed before her eyes. Feeling as though her heart would jump out of her throat, she choked the lumpy feeling back and started weakly quivering. She couldn't help it.
"Oh, Than. Oh, Than..."
Taking one shaky step forward, she lowered her muzzle and let out a soft whine as she approached him.
"I'm..."
She screwed up her face and felt her insides squirm from the effort of trying to cry. Noisily clearing her throat, she made to embrace him, her chest violently convulsing from silent weeping.
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Post by Addykins on Jan 30, 2011 20:37:42 GMT -6
Than halted when Lacri was spotted and he couldn't help but let his own whine out. She sounded so sad, just so hopeless that Than couldn't help but wonder just what she was going through. Losing an aunt, almost losing a mate, and having to pull it all together to rule the empire. The thought was fleeting though, as he was drawn back to his own grief that had boiled underneath his skin when he spotted his cousin. "Lacrimosa" He spoke softly as they embrached, he rested his head briefly on her shoulder before pulling away, unable to find great comfort in the hug. "How is Ammon?" He asked while glancing past Lacri to the stairs below, wondering where his father and brother could be. Than hadn't heard much about Ammon, only that he was alive.
Thanatos sat down heavily unsure of what he wanted, nor if he even wanted to talk. He had carefully put a shield back up before he had entered the stairs and he didn't want it to come crumbling down because of Lacrimosa. He wasn't sure if he could stand seeing her in such pain over his mother. He was young, and he couldn't conceal his feelings as well as his father but he believed that he would be able to, only allowing the ones he wanted to be seen. |
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Post by Aveilthé on Jan 31, 2011 22:11:33 GMT -6
Pulling away, she gulped before looking at her cousin square in the eye. His inquiry broke her heart to tiny pieces. "He's fine, he's okay," she replied thickly. She blinked several times, though her eyes felt hard as rock when no tears came.
She studied his appearance and noticed that he was no worse off than herself. The feeling made her want to stand really close to him and lean on his shoulder, but she could not help but to notice a rather... withdrawn look in his eyes that scared her slightly.
She never felt so helpless and at a loss for what to say her whole short life. There was a distinct chill in the air, making both her mane and the ends of her fur stand on end. She attempted to nuzzle his cheek, in hopes to coax him from his distress. Words were soft, for loud messages were not necessary in the stone stairway.
"Lets go somewhere warmer... The room next to us has fire... and food... if you're hungry..."
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Post by Addykins on Dec 22, 2012 16:42:34 GMT -6
He gave a short nod as Lacrimosa confirmed that Ammon was okay, yet he couldn't bring himself to feign any more sort of interest. Don't get him wrong, he was utterly glad they hadn't lost the emperor, but how was that suppose to make him feel better about losing his mother? In all honesty he would have put Ammon in his mother's place without a second glance. He was selfish, he'd have put anyone in place of his mother, he missed her dearly. But that did not mean in any shape or form that he blamed anyone but Wyndbain for the death of his mother.
The thought of Wyndbain had a harsh look crossing his face, his eyes going distant as he stiffened slightly. He was so full of rage, of anger and hurt, fury and he'd never had to deal with that amount of emotion, negative or otherwise. It was hard to hide, but he quickly clamped down on it, blinking as Lacri nuzzled him lightly, inviting him to somewhere warmer and he merely nodded, getting up to follow her into the warmer room. 'I'm not particularly hungry, but thank you Lacrimosa' Than's diet as of late had taken a drastic drop, he'd ate when his stomach growled at him loudly enough, otherwise he'd taken to sitting atop the towers he had defended, or roaming through Giaku. Repeating stories his mother told him. Wallowing in his misery. He'd seen little of his father and brother.
He hadn't known what to say to his father, Zephyrus was never one for the whole sharing feelings thing, and even though he had yearned to just be there with his father he had found himself alone more often than not. He'd talked to Auster some, though both hardly knew what to say to each other and they had simply sat in companionable silence, both sharing grief over the loss of their mother. 'I am glad that you and Ammon are okay' Because he wasn't sure what else to say, wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want her pity, didn't want...did not want to talk about what happened. He thought about it enough, he couldn't put it into words. That was much to final for him. |
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