The Tree Keeps Pruning

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Ripples in the pond began to form. Slowly and gently as a dove, but nevertheless formed. The crystal clear surface shook with a subtle and pleasing mood to it. Sunlight beamed against the waters and the lily pads-- green as leeks, floated luxuriously as though they themselves were on something of a break from the rest of the world. Tall hunks of sugarcane lined the warm, aesthetic grounds surrounding the pond; grasshoppers and beetles alike making their home near to it. In the sensible marsh bull frogs hopped and reveled with their booming croaks of confidence. Fish swam safely in their sanctum under the sun, free from the pitch-perfect whistling wind. And most connected to this serene refuge was a bundle of breathing fur, curled almost into a ball and sleeping soundly in the shade given by the largest oak tree in the area. That same ball of fur was black and sleek just like the peaceful shadows engrossing it. The shape of a person had darkened a spot in that very shade and seemed to kneel beside the kitten. A most beastly hand of a Kharajyr began moving its way to pat the snoozing kitten with glee. One large patch of fur was missing at the base of the wrist, and the rest of the Kharajyr's coat showed proud stripes of jet black atop an orange field. Zaddha then proceeded to lay near his kitten Syyraa and help ease the worrisome, startling feeling of that one heartily-made pat. The two passed out under the shade of that blessed tree. Then to great misfortune, Zaddha awoke once more from his paradise.

 

His awakening revealed such dark blue pupils which could've easily been misinterpreted as black. Zaddha leaned his back against the chiseled stone wall behind himself and began optically inspecting the room he occupied. Many bunks stacked upon another were found: all of them empty. Except there was one other bed that had someone resting in it. Beneath the crude wool covering lied a spotted kitten with blonde fur and brown dots in various parts. Soaji slept with a sickly interruption in her breathing. It troubled Zaddha that he could not help her, as this was a constant occurrence. Help didn't sound like a necessity anyhow because when he was a cub these flues and colds came and went day in and day out. "Unce she'ah es dune grow'awng et shuuld stawp." he would say to himself in times of concern. And that was the greatest predicament of them all for Zaddha. Times of leniency and relaxation were too few in between of this. To greater misfortune, Zaddha awoke from paranoia. Snorting, Zaddha snapped out of his little daydream. His expression grew more confused than usual when he peered about the area wondering to himself how he had gotten there.

 

Zaddha was at a cliff near the grand Human capital of Tempum, overlooking large fields in the dim-lit skies above. Only to sadden him further Zaddha came to a realization. Syyraa was dead. Soaji was dead. He forsook Metztli in the name of another and lost the conviction to win her favor again. The boastful Tigrasi of towering heights came to that realization that his family tree had over-pruned to its fullest capability. There was nothing left for him. No zeal to chase after revenge, no courage to face the issues along his path. Absolutely nothing. A cliff stood between Zaddha and his end.

 

 

Suddenly he felt a crude noose slip unto his shoulders. Refusing to move, Zaddha contemplated exactly why he was there. His mind was too damaged and he never thought straight. Before he could discover it, the noose tightened itself to squeeze against Zaddha's neck. It hugged him so harshly that he could scarce breathe. There wasn't enough time for him to think. There never was. An arm pressed against the Tigrasi's back and Zaddha followed the mental instructions with complacency. Let it be known that on the 4th of Snow's Maiden, 1466, Do'Zaddha was hung on a peculiar branch that stuck out from the cliffside. Let it be a time for commemoration of his life and the good deeds he had done, not a mourning nor to raise a scornful glare to a long befallen Kharajyr.

 

 

((Over time I coped with the fact that my Kharajyr was going nowhere. Unfortunately I've killed him off before he could ever see the new island in 4.0. All in all it was a fun role-playing experience. I'm not quite sure what I should be saying in one of these things nor whom I should be saying them to. I suppose that I would thank the Kharajyr playerbase for ever giving Zaddha a chance to fit in, and most importantly thank those who actually felt enjoyment role-playing with him. He was a rather odd one: irresponsible, chaotic, and slow of study. But despite these flaws there was something about him that made Zaddha my favorite character. It had to do with that burning passion to fuel himself in his endeavors. Something about that unwavering essence of confusion and wonderful curiosity. Indeed, he was a cub his entire life, trying to raise two kittens and failing. So thanks for having me, Kharajyr playerbase. It was fun while it lasted but this is likely my last time being a Kharajyr.))

[Wretched 2075]

((Nice having you around. So long!))

[Geo 1415]

((Sa'vi))

[Kim 1328]

((It was nice roleplaying with ya, despite how many times Zaddha strayed you always found an interesting way to pull 'em back. Sa'vi C: ))

[cj_scout 305]

((mah bae :c))

[Glyc 234]

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