[PK] To Find a Mother

[Cepheid 4304]

In the midst of the Wildlands, upon sitting in her garden, Marzoss would recieve news of the untimely passing of the young David. She’d inhale deeply and look up to the night sky above, a lump forming in her throat as the old Warhawke clenched the flower in her grasp. The woman seeming aged with fatigue and her visage rot with vexation and resentment as she mulled over what she had heard about the Shadeling. “The first of mine spawn, he was taken all too quickly. If only he had unlocked his true potential before they got to him...I shall make them suffer David, that I promise to you. Your sacrifice for thine coven shall not be in vain. Now, rest among the stars young one, the Mother shall guide you home.” She murmured to herself, and then continued as if speaking to someone else entirely. ”It is time we show them that we are still the pillar that we once were. Our time in the shadows is over, Ithuriel...”

[kuerbis 3802]

It had been days before the news reached Thea. Her eyes widened, even welled with tears. Her lips pursed into a thin line. Slowly, the woman looked away from the letter, closing her eyes as a shaky sigh escaped her. She’d clench the letter tightly between her fingers, wiping her face with her shoulder. “David-...” she mumbled, shaking her head. “You’ll be-... missed. For ever. I apologise for not being around much recently, but I swear, you were still like a son to me. A good friend. A true man.” She turned away, beginning to pace up and down her office as thoughts clouded her mind. Finally, the woman simply shook her head, driving her fist into the wooden pillar with a sudden and unexpected aggression as she slowly came to realise whom she’d lost today. Slowly, the woman felt her knees get weaker. Sobs caused by frustration and silent anger soon escaped her.

And so; Thea was left to sulk in her own office, her mind always drifting to David, her son-from-another-mother.

May he find his place in the Seven Skies.

[rukio 8924]

6 hours ago, dumbblondeelf said:

In the midst of the Wildlands, upon sitting in her garden, Marzoss would recieve news of the untimely passing of the young David. She’d inhale deeply and look up to the night sky above, a lump forming in her throat as the old Warhawke clenched the flower in her grasp. The woman seeming aged with fatigue and her visage rot with vexation and resentment as she mulled over what she had heard about the Shadeling. “The first of mine spawn, he was taken all too quickly. If only he had unlocked his true potential before they got to him...I shall make them suffer David, that I promise to you. Your sacrifice for thine coven shall not be in vain. Now, rest among the stars young one, the Mother shall guide you home.” She murmured to herself, and then continued as if speaking to someone else entirely. ”It is time we show them that we are still the pillar that we once were. Our time in the shadows is over, Ithuriel...”

Spoiler

 

Somewhere else in Arcas Adelith tends to her glaive, ensuring the blade was still sharp. Righteous anger, unspoken grief was evident upon her youthful features as she went about her duties. “I’m sorry, David, big brother... that somehow I let you be corrupted by those monsters. That I couldn’t save you or spare you that death, that... I wasn’t the one in the room with you instead of that deceiver. Whatever affliction the shades have has caused your death as much as the woman who sat idly within your room while you took your own life as far as I am concerned. Once a shade...always a shade. How I loved you.” She’d pause, inhaling sharply before continuing to speak to the inanimate object, the plushie to which she spoke had faded and dulled from years of wear and tear, a coping mechanism of sorts, perhaps. “And I wished you hadn’t gone down such a dark path. But your death shan’t be the last. As long as I breathe air... I will do what I can to ensure those foul, horrific corrupted souls never damn another to the demise they so eagerly go to.” A sigh. “To the fate they damned you to, the misery you somehow believed brought you joy.” She’d cling to the fox toy David had given her when they were still young kids in Helena, a memento of simpler times. “Here’s hoping they all stay dead, or return back to whatever abyssal hole they crawled from, when their throats are opened.” With that she set the toy within the deepest confines of her bag, turning her gaze towards Rosenyr.

[TheTri 384]

“Huh. . .” Droch aptly uttered out upon catching wind of the death, albeit a bit later than most others. He wasn’t much for current events, after all.

 

He peered over at his father with a dim frown, and while the cold half-elf did not find the occasion anywhere near worthy of a shed tear, he did begrudgingly make a remark in regard to the shade’s passing, “This is strange. I have always been numb to these things, but. . . I rather liked the boy.”