Take My Hand [PK]

[hemomancy 2849]

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Coiled & Crushed, Teagen White

 

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The Dame, the Rabbit, a teen hardly even twenty stood. Her frame creaked with heavy plate, dark green draped over her then-recently injured shoulder. “Keep going!” The elfess barked out, watching her men practice. Arms crossed, and she waited. Few remembered these times, yet it always was something that echoed in the back of her mind.

 

Now a bartender, the one, simply Athri, stood behind a bar. She’d clean glasses, and wipe down counters. Wipe her brow as she moves along with her duties. Belrose, the name she’d taken on, hung outside of a shop just outside the tavern; a tailor shop. She leaves the tavern, and is sent to the ground. A burly figure covered in plate was on top of her. She was grabbed, pulled along to the Grotto’s oceanside as she fought with the little strength she kept.

 

She’d lost an eye that day.

 

Athri kept on. She explored this new world- Almaris, whilst taking on new duties. Stewardry, and she had begun to dip her toes into politics. Soon enough it felt too much, and she’d left her home. She moved from Talons, to Sutica, when it had still stood. An accident, she burnt her face. Replaced her missing eye. Purple, that one was. It matched the eye of the person she grew to resent.

 

She retook her name. Onfroi; the one she was proud of. She remained the last, then. Only a brother she had, though he was someone she seldom saw. And she took on the last name of her found sister. Maelstorm, the name of the then Monarch of Vortice. She removed the eye she had- she hated it then. Athri had taken in a child around then too. Yeviana, she’d be called, though most often, just Yev. Though never quite her choice entirely, she’d tried.

 

And then her sister was dead. The role of Monarch fell to her, though that role was never one particularly enjoyed. The four years filled with sleepless nights and quiet talks behind closed doors never felt like they’d gone away. Her position she abandoned once more, for she felt had she stayed, she would have ended up as her own sister had.

 

After, many years were spent wandering. First Yong-Ping, then other, various cities. Athri went around the world, idly, as she felt in a fog. And then something happened- tricked, she was turned into a Corcitură. So she continued her wandering, all too afraid to seek help, and all too reluctant to settle.

 

Though she did settle, Velen. Short-lived, though she’d met one she’d liked. Soon, she sought out a home in Celia’nor.

 

 

 

She sat, her head hung lowly. A bird left her tower window with a letter affixed to its leg. A child lay napping in a room nearby. She felt woozy- dizzy, absolutely terrible. A headache pounded. She went between sweating and freezing with the blink of each metallic eye. Beneath them were heavy bags; a lack of sleep for days on end, yet sleep was something of a rare occurrence, one that she treasured, but lacked.

 

“So tired.” She thought. Yet she felt heavy. Her limbs ached. It felt as if weights had been put upon her voidally-plagued body. She could hardly move now. The words she’d been writing on each page in front of her bled with black ink, each piece incoherent and merely scribbles at this point. Inkblots rather than lines of text. Sentences that meant nothing. Were nothing. Nothing but things she could not understand any longer. They made her recall an old crow- she’d wonder if he still lived, after all this time. Yet even his name was just a blur in her foggy mind.

 

Athri Onfroi pushed herself from her desk, stumbling over to her bed, where she would slumber.

Yet, she would never wake.

 

 

That young child though, she would wake. Her eyes blurred from the new bright light of this next day, yet something about this felt wrong. Eerie silence overtook her little home, the home she’d always known. How it was just her and her mother, she’d known nothing else. The glass of bottles no longer clinked, nor the flipping of leather-bound parchment and the scribble of charcoal upon it. The slicing of scissors through fabric ceased, and the gentle tings of needles being dropped against wooden floors.

 

Her mother would never leave her- couldn’t. Anywhere the woman went, the child followed blindly. Often, it was to only collect bread, for she knew her mother could never bake. She dressed herself anew in the clothes that had been made for her.

 

Crescence entered her mother’s room.

 

 

But one letter was sent out, during the days just before; of course, news could begin to spread soon after through the grapevine.

@ItsMrCannibal

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“Lly, it’s hard to write currently. Can we speak soon? The coming days hopefully. Though I can’t seem to keep track of the time anymore. It all feels fuzzy right now. -Athri”

 

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OOC:

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Finally lol. We've got a rough one; one of my longest going characters, most fun, most interesting- a lot of mosts. Knight, councilor, NL, been a fun little ride. Started playing her say, Sophomore year? Look at me now, a senior who's headed to college! This is sad, albeit, I didn't want to shelve somebody I was bored with- feels wrong in the end, so her time was up.

 

Love y'all, and i'll always be around on other characters, including a certain child from this post. <3