[Heinrich's Pk] The Long Sleep

[DruinsBane 240]

When the last rays of the day melted past the green, purple turning into grey under dusk, a lone house wheezing and sighing with the expansion and deformation of wood under changing weather, moss would gather at its edges climbing the wood and turning it to rot.

 

And in there an old man with eyes tightly shut and blankets pulled around him, he lay breathing long and haggard breaths for this was Heinrich, Shatter Mask, in the days of his youth and further still Tolfdear, there’d be no recognition, no last battle, only an old man finally slipping into the long sleep, just a combination of weather and age, for all would in time forget or even notice the passing of a remnant so far flung out of time.

 

Twas a cold that be his end.

[Zarsies 6795]

Pearly, violet eyes stare longingly through dirtied, smudged window glass off into a grey horizon. The tip of a fine, metallic pen runs over a stretch of parchment, scribbling, "That pale deluge lingers on the blue yonder. Amorphous clouds approach, lazy and dreary."

[Parkins 550]

A hooded form would hear of the death with time, a look of neutrality crossing it's face. The form would return to it's cave after a moment of silence, to mourn the loss of an friend.

[Alakabam 582]

Fredrick swiftly kneels down infront of the crude stone altar. The restless dark blue eyes fixating on the wax candle with a hollow gaze. The same candle that had resembled Heinrich had lasted the longest of them all. He'd feel a horrid mood of sad emotions coming over him as the candle suddenly died out. An end at last.

[Gnomistry 1115]

Andermendin would nod slowly as his search for his old friend concluded. He would then mutter:

 

"Heinrich, one w'om took deat' soh well... Ah believe now et 'as in fact taken you..."

[Dohvi 622]

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