pk Hidden within the Sand [Dual PK]

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The sun, a radiant crimson that streaked through the waving clouds and sparkled brilliance beyond the sea’s horizon as it set, bore naught but fortuitous omens of good weather and clear skies. That self-same brilliance struck out across the land, crept along homes’ foundations, chasing shadows. A silhouette. Clip-clop, clip-clop. The slow, dreary rhythm echoed from the edge of the cliffside village, as a familiar figure emerged from the desert haloed in all the sun’s setting glory. Bubba. 

 

          Glory only lives in twisted memory and cursed land devouring.

 

The aged, withering mule plodded along, courageously returning to the “home” its owner had oft forsaken. Once beloved, now trodding the brink of death. 

 

Lagging behind, Safar. A mount once proud and strong, spirited after the likeness of his owner, now hung his head nearly to the ground.

 

Qadir ibn Qamar al-Nabeel hung from Safar’s stirrups by one boot. His lifeless body dragged in the dust, prepared to return to that self-same earth. 

 

The Heartseeker, a blade passed down to Fatimah bint Thamer al-Hadad from her mother, now plunged through the heart of her own son. Qadir, the Prince of the South, whom joy had deemed it just to abandon. Thus tradition lived on, a fatal seeking of the next heart.

 

          Glory only lives in the hope of what should have been, not in what is.

 

A memory of a Dandelion, whose seeds have now been blown by the breeze, scattered. Wilted. Whatever blazing characteristics Fatimah bint Thamer al-Hadad had once possessed were now echoed only in the fiery sunset during its last rays, which now faded. Dimmed. Overwhelmed by the deep void of night. Reflections of a life spent in loneliness. Family washed away with a receding tide. The remaining vestiges of her life, lost to the wilderness she’d traversed a thousand times over. 

 

Bubba had found his way back. Not home - for home never remained the same. Ever-shifting, with the dunes moved by the winds. He rested now. As he lay upon the street, eyes closed, his spirit left to meet that of his loving owner in Jannah.

 

Safar had carried his mistress across the sand. Carried what little remained of her, now. Two matching bands of gold, strung together on a long piece of thin leather that now hung around the weary creature’s neck. Shortly after Bubba’s strength gave out - Safar knelt to the earth as well. Gaunt, stricken with fatigue, thirst. Hunger. Safar - a name that meant journey. A journey now ended with the rest. 

 

The motley group, one absent. Lost to the desert. The remaining three, now devoured on the edge of salvation.

 

          Glory only lives once death has struck. Even then, can it be called glory?

 

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[OOC] Dual pk post of Fatimah and Qadir ( @oryP 's character). Qadir’s death is inserted with permission and approval.

 

For what time I played Fatimah, I enjoyed it, though her story was never the most prominent. Her story in her later years remained primarily in the desert, isolated, a comfort she knew best. I may not have done much with her - but then again, I never really had a plan for her when I brought her back. Might not be the most fulfilling, might not be significant, but I’m okay with that. I mainly just wanted to give her (and Bubba) a proper send-off, to close that chapter. It’s been a long time coming.

 

There’re some rp memories I’ll cherish forever. Heart_Breaking has exited the chat. <3

 

[oryP 1068]

Qadir Ibn Qamar Al-Nabeel was tugged along by Safar across the sands, releasing a spurt of blood within his final moments. "Abee, forgive me." He'd let his eyes rest, closing them at last, he had been at some peace with himself.

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Daliah al-Hattan would have been on one of her usual walks when she would discover the scene at the edge of the mountain. She'd rush, seeing her dear friend in Bubba, her precious cousin Qadir, and the noble Safar. As the devastating realization hit her, she'd simply break down. After the initial shock set in, she'd eventually notice the rings tied to Safar's saddle. As she carefully took the two, the metaphorical dagger plunged deeper into her heart. The history behind these rings, and their now solemn meaning. She'd whisper "Fatimah, I am what you made me", before falling to the ground in tears and prayers.

Daliah would carefully wrap the rings up in a soft cloth, before calling for her family to help give the three a proper burial. She'd then retreat to the desert for 3 days to fast and mourn, alone. 

While grief itself has a gravity, the heartbreak of never reconciling with her beloved aunt would always haunt her. Four souls passed on to Jannah, though Daliah's would be pulled further down. 

 

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While we didn't get to RP a ton, the impact Fatimah had on both Marah and Daliah was amazing. Seriously haven't experienced this much heartbreak with a char, and I loved every second of it. She'll always be our fiery chipotle burrito lady <3 Love you and Pyro forever <3

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ALSO YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR HEART_BREAKING IS WHO YOU ARE. YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE THE CHAT YOU BENCH <3

 

[ibraheemc2000 2965]

Grand Imam Naric Ibn Zarkan would greet Fatima and Qadir into Jannah. "Welcome home, I am glad to see true Mumineen Enter jannah.. I am sorry for your...family's choices." not bothering to mention which family member.. 

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3 minutes ago, ibraheemc2000 said:

Grand Imam Naric Ibn Zarkan would greet Fatima and Qadir into Jannah. "Welcome home, I am glad to see true Mumineen Enter jannah.. I am sorry for your...family's choices." not bothering to mention which family member.. 

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