CaffeinatedCrow 153 Share Posted November 6, 2021 The Fall of Kind Hands & A Strong Soul Listen for Added effect Spoiler The day had been like any other, and yet, the snowy hills seemed restless as the winds twisted and turned dark dreadlocks in their wake. The bear cloak, which laid upon green shoulders, was nearly snatched by such winds, yet golden eyes kept searching for their prize. The axe in hand glittered in what sunlight was seen, and the grip was only made tighter as dark shadows were brought forward. There was more than what was expected, yet the form of an orc stood tall and ready. The tall shadows in the snowstorm surrounded the orc, and snarls of wolf-like nature cut their way past the screaming of the wind in her ears. The feorc would return the snarling with her own, and as the bear claw around her neck swayed with the wind, she would take strength from such and watched as the shadows moved closer. One after the other, each form would charge, and the feorc would swing her axe. These creatures were bigger than any bear she had fought, yet they were familiar foes she had faced a time long ago. With heavy breaths, and her strength waning, the snow would be stained with blood. The crimson stains a sign of the orc's resistance as she kept swinging. There were too many however, and as she missed one more swing, old scars would be reopened, and the feorc would fall to her knees. With no help in sight, all the feorc could do was try and stand once more. With the axe as her support, golden eyes would stare upon the leather braided ring; with silver that laced with it. The wedding ring her mate had given her. With her other soon raising to grasp at the bear claw she had with the engravings of her old mate's name. The feorc would find strength once more to stand and keep on fighting. Memories of old, with thoughts of those she had cared for and cherished, ran through her head. She pushed to fight, and to live for them. The flash of a small goblin cook, the flash of an old, blue, rex; the flash of a grey orc with red eyes, the flash of a half-breed orc, a shaman, and the flash of Krugmar. The flash of Elysium, with a Duke, a wood elf with gold eyes, and a wood elf with green, and the flash of small kubs. All of this, had kept the feorc fighting, and yet....It wasn't enough.The splatter of blood and a groan was made from the feorc, before she would fall back down to her knees. A hand would raise to her open stomach, and with blood spilt, the figures would depart. Bruised and battered is how the feorc was left, and deep wounds would send her form gently falling to the snow. The white, cold, yet soft, feeling underneath herself was soon drenched in a deep crimson red. A cough would be heard, and as her bloodied axe lay beside her, she would let these memories of old start to consume her. Memories of Old Krugmar and of Elysium. From the Orcs she called brothers and sisters, to the Elves and Humans she called friends. A muttered apology was given to the screaming winds, "Mi beh zorry...it iz...mi tik..." Yet through the snow, help did come. The sounds of hurriedly crunching snow was heard through the calming winds, and the sight of a familiar Wood Elf would be seen. As the feorc would begin to take her last breaths, Songs would turn her head to look at Nesrin, her wife, her lifemate, running towards her. Her mouth appeared to be screaming, her mouth open and face full of agony. However, the feorc couldn't hear her too clearly, as she was already in the grasp of death's hands, and being pulled slowly towards the darkness. She gave her lover a gentle, yet strangely sad smile, as she felt the rough texture of Nesrin's hand. She knew she could be at rest, happy to die in her wife's arms. The orc was finally put to rest, and Songs Jhet-Krask Sarosa, was now in the skies. A loving mother, a kind friend, and a gentle lover. Long may she live within our hearts. Songs Jhet-Krask Sarosa Born FA 1787-SA 49 (Died at Age 58) 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
WysteriasMyth 120 Share Posted November 6, 2021 She had been looking for her orc wife, when she found her. However, she didn’t find her in the state she hoped to find her in. Songs was bleeding out in the snow near Haense, deep claw marks and bitemarks covering the green-skinned lady’s body. Nesrin screamed as she ran over to her beloved, tears hot on her face compared to the bitter cold of the air. As the snow fell, so did the breaths that Songs took. She offered Nesrin a smile, before her eyes finally shut. She had died in Nesrin’s arms. Where she had planned to build the Sarosa Family home was instead turned into a gravesite for her dead family members. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Satyrdays 147 Share Posted November 6, 2021 Kuku ‘da Red Menace’ Raguk, Huntsgoth of the Iron Uzg and old friend of the Sarosa family, heard of the loss from the fog of rumour. She hadn’t spoken to that lot in a long time, and only now she hears of them? Of her sister’s death by wolves of all things? The Huntress spared no moment before she gathered all she had which remained of Songs, of the bits and pieces she collected from her abandoned home, to perform her own funeral. All herbs, mushrooms, clothing, and jewellery found was buried alongside prayers for safe travel to Stargush. The days following would be preparation to find her old friends to properly pay her respects to those who remained. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rip and Tear 379 Share Posted November 6, 2021 As the gossips reached the ancient half-orc, he'd humm out idly. A slight tone of frustration fills his eyes under the reading glasses. He'd rub his face and shake his head, then lean besides his woman. "Someone haz put a curse on thiz family... Firzt Andria, then this lass... Hmm-mmf, let uz hope it wouldn't affect our girl" he then turns over his ginger partner, grasping in her arm. The old man then glances away, watching the wee half-elf child running playfully. He'd call her over and then give the rascal a hug. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CaffeinatedCrow 153 Author Share Posted November 6, 2021 8 hours ago, Rip and Tear said: As the gossips reached the ancient half-orc, he'd humm out idly. A slight tone of frustration fills his eyes under the reading glasses. He'd rub his face and shake his head, then lean besides his woman. "Someone haz put a curse on thiz family... Firzt Andria, then this lass... Hmm-mmf, let uz hope it wouldn't affect our girl" he then turns over his ginger partner, grasping in her arm. The old man then glances away, watching the wee half-elf child running playfully. He'd call her over and then give the rascal a hug. A gentle bump was given to the half-orc's head with the woman's own, and the ginger lass would sigh as she says, "We will never let that happen to our wee one, I promise that much mo ghra." She would then watch the small interaction between her half-orc partner, and the grandchild of the Sarosa family. The tall woman soon joining in on the hug as she gives a gentle squeeze to them both. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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