The Fall Of A Dove

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

 

A soft wind blew over the mountains and forests of Anthos, mostly fresh and sweet, yet the lingering scent of fire and death drifted on that wind. Elorna, the Dove Druid, perched in the high branches of a birch tree that stood beautiful and strong against the sky. She sighed, trailing a hand over a slender branch as she allowed her senses to fill up with all the voices of nature. Sight and sound was replaced with the ebb and flow of life itself, as though the forest were an ocean that called to her with its siren songs.
 

The days had been hard, and she had gotten little sleep for longer than she cared to remember. Sleep never came easy anyway, since the death of her husband nearly ten years ago. Painful memories interrupted the serenity, the crack of lightning, the flash of a knife. Cradling his cold form in the sand - the last time she would see his face. Yet… not the last time they would speak.

 

Elorna’s eyes were lulled closed by the gentle swaying of the birch tree. Her hand slipped over the edge of the branch. The voices of nature rose and fell in a sweetly beckoning lullaby as her thoughts wandered gradually into sleep. Her body began to shift on the branch, tilting toward the grass below. A gust of wind blew a strand of red hair across her face and her nose twitched as she moved to brush it away. The branch slid away beneath her. She was falling.

 

She screamed as she fell, and spread out her arms in a wild effort to catch onto something, but in vain. The birch tree seemed to lurch in response, as though it wished to catch her. The ground caught her first.

 

~~~

 

The wind turned cold when Elorna woke. Something warm and wet clung to her hair, and as she tried to sit up she found she could not feel her own body. She opened her eyes wide and stared up at the tree branches high above her, beyond which dark clouds were beginning to form. Her breath felt heavy, though she tried to cry out.

 

Her eyes flashed a dim green as she delved her mind into the ground in search of roots she could take hold of, yet a searing pain lanced through her back and she gasped, swiftly losing focus. She coughed up a trickle of warm, red blood and fell still in the grass, simply staring up at the darkening clouds. As a patter of raindrops began to descend and gradually become a cold downpour, she slipped once again into unconsciousness.
 

When next she revived the rain had stopped, and she thought she was frozen in ice. No, merely the rain had chilled her to the bone, and she still could not feel her arms or legs. A delirious fever crept over her and seized control of her mind. Strange sounds and sensations haunted her, lingering at the edges of her senses as the whole world seemed to fray. She grew colder.
 

“Kae’mayilu?” a familiar voice called out, accompanied by footsteps treading over the grass.
 

“A-Avery…” Elorna rasped, straining her eyes to look for him. “I fell.”

“I see,” he said as he finally came into view. Elorna felt a dull, distant shock when she saw her husband, whole again. His golden hair fell about his shoulders as he kneeled down beside her and took her hand, though she could not feel it.
 

“You’re-”

 

“Better, yes,” he said. “Are you alright?”

 

“Cold…” she said, hardly able to get out the words. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, whispering. “Then I will warm you, love.”
 

Hot tears spilled over her cheeks as he simply held her, for the first time in so long. He began to hum a tune that felt hazy and old, as though she were trying to remember it in her own mind. The cold was replaced with a far-away numbness, and the colors of the grass and the birch tree and her husband’s golden hair all swirled into one discordant fog. Her head relaxed against him and she felt herself fall asleep again. Her eyes remained open.

 

~~~

 

A pair of doves flew in on the wind toward the birch tree on a hill. Below, in the wet grass lay a broken woman. She hummed a disjointed melody, then fell silent.

[Fid 566]

Gavin Cervidus, in the heart of the Equinox Grove, feels nature resound for a moment as it mourns the loss of a great Druid. It has happened before, many times... but this is different. And somehow, he knows.

"Ah, Sister." he says softly, climbing to his feet with a concentrated effort. "The world is poorer at your passing."

 

With a sigh, he watches as the birch tree on the Equinox Isle withers, and droops, and dies. The triumvirate of the Circle is reduced forever.

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

The Lich lowered itself in a near crumble upon its knees as it fell to Elorna's side. Slowly, and gingerly it lifted her broken form up to its chest, bowing its skull softly down against her head. It could not cry, it could not scream, it could not even close its eyes. It faced the harsh reality of its loss with a simple, hollow gaze. It only clutched her closely in painful silence.

 

The Lich knew no rest, no reprieve, no fear.

 

Now it would know no love.

[Augor 142]

              I'm not believing it until I see a body.

 

 *points at the off topic section where this is posted*

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art blinks back a wave of emotion, his lip quivering, he croaks out weakly.

 

"Elorna, I---oh wait, it's april fools."

 

He throws up and arms and walks off to get drunk somewhere.

[Katherine1 362]

This is very well written and very sad... but it's still April Fools Day, and this is the OOC writing section, not the Roleplay section. There is still hope for Elorna!

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Ouity leans down to whisper in Avery's ear, his voice broken with grief. A violin plays in the background, accompanied by the patter of rain.

"April Fools, motherf*cker."

[Samson Option 9652]

Glad there is another listener to the legendary Loreena McKennitt!

[Stag 3229]

This brought tears to my eyes.

[Demotheus 651]

((Yup. I just about cried.))

 

Dahnee'Yar (formerly Daniella) sniffs, after hearing this news. She didn't really know the woman that well, why was she upset? Probably because she was a nice woman. one of the few pinkies and albaiz that she could give a crap about now that she was an 
Uruk. She lays in her nest of elven, human, animal hair and fur and other pillows and soft things as she cradles her swollen belly and the twins within. She sighs, letting out a shuddering breath as she whimpers quietly and starts to sob.

 

It must be the pregnency mood swings. She hasn't cried once since she became an Uruk. She just punched things when she felt close to it, turning it into rage. She didn't feel like doing that right now...

 

Someone walks into her blarg, her snaga. He see's her upset and vulnerable. He laughs. she grips him by the throat and slams his face into the wall. He learns his lesson...

 

Edit: Wait, uwotm8? April fuulz m8? Ooc writign m8? fk u m8. 

 

srsly that hurt my feelings xD So mean.

Edited April 2, 2014 by Demotheus

[Old-Rattlesnake 1534]

 

Upon a yonder golden hill, emblazoned with yellow daisies and sunflowers reaching skyward, a druid in humble robes raises from his garden and peers across the valleys of the Fringe, "Goodnight, dear sister. When you come into Cerridwen's embrace with all the love in your heart, I know that you, above all else, will be judged true."

 

EDIT: **** this holiday.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

I'm sorry, guys! I love you all. ^_^

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Maybe the April fools joke is really that we all think it's an April fools joke because it's April fools, but she really is dead, hence making this April foolsception

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Maybe the April fools joke is really that we all think it's an April fools joke because it's April fools, but she really is dead, hence making this April foolsception

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.