[PK] But no one spoke.

[ComicD 226]

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There would be no letters nor words this time.

Silence is all that was met in return to those who seeked the Mali'ker.

 

And so it was a morning that the young Mali woke up to a meaningless day.

Another empty smile, another empty effort.

How many years have been since she had felt peace or calm in her day and night?

When was the last time there was no rush or hard pounding in her heart?

It has been quite some time since she was truly at peace, no pain or drama following her from place to place. "Am I stuck like this?" she finally spoke softly to herself, reaching for an old plushie that had been made for her. "Is this really all there is without them?" the 'ker continued, pondering while looking into the eyes of the plushie, matching the colors in her own, remembering the reasoning behind it.

It was then that the elf began to remember her past, which felt like one lifetime ago, despite her youth. The days when she had it all. The days where she was wanted and called for. When her life had more to it than just walking around and existing in a plain and meaningless manner. Back in those days, she had her best friends by her side, an energetic and funny girl, a sweet and silent boy and a sassy yet caring teen lass.

Why was it that they all went on such different paths?

One of them became the love of her life, yet disappeared for reasons she could not control.

The other, without her knowing, had been years dead, gone without a word or goodbye.

The last made her own life, found friends and forgot she existed until a recent meeting.

By the thought alone, tears began running down her cheeks. She should've reached out instead of waiting. But alas, it was to late already, her hands reaching to drop the plushie she had upon a mailbox alongside a ring. A promise long broken, yet not forgotten by her. She had her hopes something could change for the better, yet it was never meant to be, not in this life and maybe not in any other either. "What if i wait? Someone will call for me..." she whispered, having made her way upon the top of a gate by the ocean already, looking forwards to the horizon and not daring to look behind, knowing in her heart that if she did, she'd hesitate in doing what she had to do... Not to mention, no one would be there to do so. The Mali'ker knew, better than anyone, that those who could stop her were now gone. Even that one blonde woman she once called a "sister" was long gone.

She took a long deep breath, holding it in while her eyes closed, her last tears falling down as she awaited... But no one spoke.

What else could she do?

Who would she call?

And so a cold breeze hit her frame, the scent of the ocean and the calm sound of its waves giving a fake sense of calm and peace during her last moments before it all came to an end.

No breath was taken.

No word was spoken.

No tear was shed for the girl.

Maybe that's how it must be.

Her now limb and lifeless body by the seaside, under a giant gate of the last city she called her home.

She had finally found peace somehow, as no one spoke.

 

 

 

[[OOC]]

For all the fun i had, i must thank everyone who interacted with this little dumb persona of mine.

It was fun playing her but i lost my interest, not to mention it had turned unhealthy for me.

I am in no current state of dealing with a character that has too many issues.

A special thanks to Disklexia, Tadabug, Hope and everyone who interacted with her the last few times i played her, you guys made it my time playing great.

Another special thanks to Strongbear, Audry, Apollo, Thomas, Minty, Mika, RC, Basil and Heartesy for the great begining this persona had, without you guys i wouldnt had enjoyed this character as much as i did back then.

And thanks everyone else who ever gave her some time.

[StrongBear 1179]

The looming ghastly figure of the long since passed blonde woman who is forever making her rounds around Veritas, felt a subtle shift in the winds, stopping in her paces, her pale gaze drifting to the skies only for a moments time before returning to the patrols forever walked.

[Apollonous 144]

Outside the gates of Yong Ping stood Apollyon, irritated and with her left hand at the side of her waist while she knocked on the city's gate with her bastard sword in her right hand, but alas nobody responded and so she groaned, unaware of the fate of her friend inside. She finally placed her blade back into the sheathe on her back before turning around, and instead heading down to the ferry as she couldn't be bothered to walk all the way back home.