[PK] The Wonk Knight

[Bawg 494]

 

~ An exaggerated depiction of the first wonk being knighted ~

 

 

 

The sky is still and mournful with  a blanket of grey clouds concealing the sun’s rays and the vibrant blue skies. The hillsides blanketed with a layer of snow while the dry air whistled between the trees. Many sorrowful faces are gathered together on this cold, winter day to honor the life of a knight and a loyal friend to many.

 

Bullfog Phrogerous was an immigrant that sought refuge with his people in the Empire. Many had resisted the inclusion of wonks which later caused violent crime to rise exponentially. Bullfog and the amphibian folk were persecuted by a measurable amount of the populace, but he was often outspoken about his people and their place among the descendants of Arcas. Because of Bullfog and his colleagues, Princess Imperial Lorena Antonia pronounced wonks a protected people under Imperial Law and outlawed any unprovoked harm to them.

 

Bullfog had resided in Helena for some time until being hired by the family of Provins to assist them with the education of their children and maintenance of the estate. After many years of service to the family, he was welcomed as one of their own and creating many long-lasting memories. 

 

 

Although, many Orenians know him for other paths he pursuited. He served as Deputy Secretary of Archives for two decades, Major-Cadette of Safiye Basrid’s Scouts, and an actor for Dame Yuliya Styrn. His most grand achievement was being the first wonk in the Holy Oreninan Empire to be knighted and welcomed into the Order of Merit.

 

 

In short, the Empire’s beloved knight had fallen into an eternal slumber. Tears flowed like rivers with the news of his passing, hearts had churned in the chests of many, and some celebrated the life of Bullfog Phrogerous by pouring him a drink so that he may enjoy it in the afterlife. We will look back at all these good times together when your presence brought joy to us and you will be dearly missed.

 

Until next time, old friend...

 

 

 

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((Any pictures of Bullfog Phrogerous are welcome to remember his legacy!))

 

[libertyybelle 6187]

Anna Henrietta was sitting in the gardens waiting for her wonk god father to arrive as they had planned. Minutes passed into hours. Finally a rushed courier came to the Baroness- his face dampened from tears. 
 

“What has occurred?” Inquired the Pruvia. The man finally uttering words she had never thought she would hear. 
 

Bullfrog was dead. The wonk that had raised her. The wonk who tucked her into bed every night her parents were away with the ISA. The wonk who bandaged her knees when she fell. The wonk who worried endlessly over her. The wonk who had the love of the city but had favored only his young Anna.

 

She was his young Anna and he was her Wonk in Shining Armor since she learned what fairy tales were. It seemed befitting for the title of Knight to be bestowed upon him. Many memories could be told about Foggy and Anna - though those were her memories to keep. Forever. 
 

And as the news filled her ears, Anna crumbled to the floor - too broken to even sob or shed a tear. It wasn’t possible that her Foggy was gone. For he was to take care of her children as he took care of her. 
 

The Majordomo dismissed any servant who try to speak to her, locking herself in her room for days without eating or sleeping. The pain in her heart heavier than anything she had felt before. 
 

For as the book of her Wonk butler ended, she remembered closely what he had said long ago. .
 

“Be brave, young Anna.”

 

Surely. She would try

 

[OOC: Thank you so much South for making Anna well... Anna. You were such a big impact on her story and though you leave you won’t be forgotten. I know you will do wonderful things in the military and bring the light and joy you always brought where ever you went here. Never cried over another persons PK but here I am. Take care of yourself.]

[Mannyy 982]

Elijah Alexander would be sitting around, doing not much of anything when he heard wind of the news... After having been one of the many kids whom got to grow up with Bullfog as someone to look up to, Elijah looks back on his fondest memories, the time they met, and Bullfog bestowed upon young Elijah an umbrella, which Elijah was sure to carry everywhere he could, despite there being no signs of rain.. And of course, the time Elijah dressed up and Bullfog for Halloween, creating his own (poor) rendition of Bullfogs outfit and painting his face with green mud...

 

                                                  

                                                                  Young Elijah circa 1793

[tadabug2000 4918]

A certain Wonk had heard of the news, gaze drifting to her long, dazzling dress and a low sigh leaving her, as she rasped out her words. "Dearie, change my plans. The show tonight will be in honor of a dear friend of mine." Purple lipstick being applied, they'd look the part but certainly didn't feel it, as Gorgeous De'Caroka went on to perform Oprah, her voice taking on whole new levels that night.

[Urahra 5777]

 

 

 

Yuliya Styrne - better known by her pen name Bianca La Fleur - sat at a table by herself in the corner of the ballroom. Young couples in masks swirled about the dance floor in an effusion of colors and sounds. A small part of Yuliya - a foolish part, admittedly - had hoped she might attend and catch the eye of some handsome old widower. She had been single for over thirty five years now and it was beginning to look as though she'd stay that way until she died. The older one became, the less their chances to find love. Yuliya often found herself surrounded by actors, fans, and friends. Yet there were certain lonelinesses that cut deeper. Certain longings which remained unfulfilled, no matter how famous and august she became.

 

Yuliya leaned on her arm, letting out a long sigh as she watched the couples on the dance floor. Balls had never been her strong suit. She couldn't dance - and besides, events such as these often appeared to be the domain of the young. Which she most assuredly was not any longer. Mentally, the aging playwright settled in for another night of nursing her sorrows by herself.

 

Until a pair of bulbous orange eyes caught hers from across the dance floor. 

 

Sir Phrogerous flashed a wide, froggy smile as he crossed the marble tile to join her table. "Good evening, Dame Styrne!" he greeted her, doffing his tricorn hat in a fashion most gentlemanly. Immediately, Yuliya felt her spirits lift.

 

"Why, Sir Phrogerous," she exclaimed delightedly, offering the wonkish knight her hand. He gripped it with a firm handshake. "You are a sight for sore eyes, my friend. I feared this evening would be an utter wash, but thank the Lord, you're here now. Sit, please, if you like."

 

"Your words warm me, Dame Styrne," Phrogerous replied before taking his seat next to her at the table. "I should love to join you. I'm surprised to find you alone here."

 

"Ah, I'm no good at these events," Yuliya sighed, glancing once more out over the dancefloor. "Look at that, a garden of young faces in full bloom. It's lovely to behold, but... what I wouldn't give to see at least one gentleman my age." Her cycloptic gaze flickered toward Phrogerous. "Out of curiosity, dear sir, how old are you?"

 

Phrogerous let out a croaky little chuckle. "I am sixty-six years old," he informed her. "Positively ancient."

 

Yuliya found herself smiling once again. "Well, that makes two of us. I'm sixty-four myself. Just two years your junior," she replied. "Sir Phrogerous, would you be so kind as to be my date this evening?"

 

The old wonk tilted his head at the suggestion. He lifted a flippered hand to his chin, but - after a moment's thought - chose to smile. "A date, you say?" he repeated. "Why, I don't think I've ever had a date to the ball. I would love to!"

 

Yuliya laughed. "I daresay I am the luckiest woman in this ballroom, then," she replied, "to have the most lovely and charming gentleman in Oren as my escort!"

 

 

The news of his death struck her hard. Yuliya had ended up leaving the ball early. Phrogerous had stepped away from her momentarily to speak with some friends. In a sudden attack of loneliness and self-pity, Yuliya had picked up her things and left without even saying goodbye to the kindly wonk who'd agreed to be her companion for the evening. She had spent the rest of the evening wandering the garden feeling sorry for herself and wallowing pathetically in her own romantic loneliness.

 

She hadn't known he was going to die.

 

The next morning, Yuliya saw his obituary in the paper. It struck her like a slap to the face. She set her coffee down and stared at the news in frank disbelief. Sixty-six wasn't even that old! Yet... he was a wonk and not a human man. If he were human, he'd have perhaps lived another forty years even. She had taken it as a jest when he mentioned he was ancient. Yet, sixty-six in Wonkish years was perhaps the human equivalent of ninety or one-hundred. 

 

She'd been too busy languishing in loneliness to tell him goodbye.

 

Yuliya's throat closed up and tear stains began to dot the paper in her hands.

 

Sir Phrogerous had been more than a friend and a fellow knight. No, the wonk was truthfully an icon. He embodied true resilience - and success - in the face of hardship. He was the picture of grace and kindness. Never once had Phrogerous spoken an unkind word to anyone, even when the public had scores of unkind words for him. He was an aspirational figure - someone whom Yuliya had desired to emulate. His indefatigable kindness and wholesomeness of spirit shown out of him like a light. With a friend as truly good as Phrogerous, there was no need to feel lonely at all. 

 

Yuliya bit her lip hard as the paper slid from her hands. She pushed a hand into her shaggy curls and wept bitterly into her coffee for the loss of her friend. 

 

 

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[Sorcerio 4712]

It was early in the morning, the pale sun's light reflecting upon the dew-bathed grass; the plane like a sea of green diamond which stretched across the vale. A single wonk sat there, upon a rickety bench, alone in the heart of that valley. He overlooked a crystalline pool, upon which the sun's light reflected; cattails and lily pads sprinkled about the deep rims of the pond. He was, by no means, an extraordinary wonk, but rather plain; short and rotund, with a brightly colored jacket of colors merry and gay. Phumbog Phrogerous, was his name, worn by the many years which he and his kin had come to face on the vale of Arcas, his blotched eyes reflecting the crystalline waters before him. 

 

Just then, another figure emerged, of similar stature yet far more lean and fair. They stood vigilantly beside the elder, placing a webbed hand upon the wonk's own shoulder. Startled, the elder wonk slowly turned his head, their leathery neck stretching as they looked up to the other. "Bullfog? Blplbplbplpl?" the elder croaked, eyes flooding then with strained tears. And it was indeed, Bullfog Phrogerous. "My son! Blplplpl! How I missed you so..." Phumbog exclaimed with utter joy, as the knightly wonk embraced the wrinkled frog warmly. 

 

"Papa, did I live up to the Phrogerous name?" the knight asked, sitting upon the bench beside the old frog. Phumbog gave a low, chuckling croak, their lips stretching into an even wider-grin as he leaned upon Bullfog's shoulder. 

 

"Always... blplplpl."  the elder replied as the two looked towards the rising sun. And so, Phumbog and Bullfog exchanged many tales recounting the lives they had lived, enjoying one-another's company until the end of days.

 

[FloralHedgehog 493]

In the afternoon sun a sticky toad man neared providence whilst tugging along their usual cart of rock salt and other dubious wares before falling dead in their tracks as the news of another fallen wonk came to the holes on the sides of it's head.

"Another one of my kind gone.. how many are left... how many of us are left that have not been robbed of their eggs by the Humies."

Phillipé then bellowed out a low croak as they set their cart on the side of the road and leaned against it. turning their head towards the ground.

[BDanecker 867]

 

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Charlotte Augusta wept upon being delivered the news of Bullfog, the wonk butler whom had found service in her father's own house in the final years of his life. She recalled the afternoon not long before, where he had told her of his impending fate. The princess had asked him of his greatest wish, a knighthood by the Emperor himself he had replied.  Charlotte had been adamant that he pursue it, even going as far as to promise him that her own family would speak on his behalf.

 

So, even during a time of great sadness, the thought of that fateful conversation and his dream coming to fruition, warmed her heart.

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

As news reaches the frozen peaks of Rubern, Prince Lothar pens a song in memory of the fallen Orenian hero.

 

 

[Roguechaotic 264]

Aeonn sat at the round table a glass of some alcohol in his hand and one across from him in an empty chair as he clinked tbe glasses together "you were a true friend....rest easy now"..

[Jake the Dog 290]

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[Marilyn Monroe 362]

Jeanne Poisson O’Rourke gave a terribly wry smile as she saw Bullfog enter the Seven Skies. “After all these miserable years I can finally have my wonkrings... You ran from my grasp far too many times and now I can finally add them to my collection...” The famed wonk hunter snapped out her little purple velvet case, in it would be a pair of wonkrings made from that of Gorgeous, or earrings made from wonk eyes. She smoothed her fingers over the empty holdings of where Bullfog’s would’ve been.