A Finch's Last Song [PK]

[confusedjester 818]

 

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“Nothing gold can stay.”

 

It ended within the forest- the home of the Finch. 

 

She went for a mere walk, the scent of honey and lemons in her wake, trailing through the grass, weaving through the trees. A pep in her step, her robes dragging across the soft soil. A smile on her face, as it always was. 

 

A happy, goodly soul, the Finch was, who walked in the footsteps of GOD, and no other.

 

Then…

 

A crunch of a branch, made the Finch's head swivel- her ears twitch, her eyes blink. Studying the forest Keenly. Looking for something- the culprit of the noise.

 

Nothing.

 

The Finch continued on, then… flicking her wrist, as she withdrew a text- a tome- that of which, its golden scratches, glittering in the noonish sun. 

 

The Holy Scrolls, within the peace of GOD’s creation- it was her favorite place to read.

Secluded, untouched by the Sins of Man that haunted the outside.

 

The Finch found a tree, sitting against the coarse wood, opening the tome, and beginning to read. Amidst her reading, did she write in a journal beside her.- notes within the margins.

 

A CRUNCH!

 

Louder, this time, that broke the serenity of the thickets. Her ears perked again. She rose her visor from the tome, a hand adjusting her mantilla, as she called out to the spirits that perhaps haunted this particular patch of world.

 

“Whos.. whos there!” The Finch chirped aloud!

 

Yet met with silence, once again.

 

The Finch was no stranger to nature- to the forest,- she grew up here. Raised by the greenery, the flowers, the birds.

 

It bred delusion, such a youth. The Finch truly believed she was a goldfinch, that much was true-

 

She believed her wings would come one day, yet they never did. 

 

She concurred that the wings she so deserved would come when she needed them most.

 

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Her shoulders hunched, as she slowly took to stand.

 

Then, a quick whistle of stone cutting air- did an arrow, strike her straight through the chest!

 

A gasp, a gape, the Finch fell to her knees, clutching her heart- crimson soaking her robes, the humble, Wooden Lorraine, hanging loose from her neck. 

 

Her feet scuffled as she went to stand, to run, to flee! Where were her wings? Why hadnt they come! Surely, she must fly away!

 

That similar, wind-piercing noise, as another loosed, imbedded itself into her back. 

 

Her heart, as big as it was, was hard to miss. Her soul, as bright as it was, made an easy target.

 

A final utterance, that only the breeze could hear.

 

And no wings came, as the Finch fell. A final, warbly birdcall, twiddling from her lips.

 

Julia’s GODLY digits, that of which displayed her blessing from the Heavens, and given by the Angel of Benediction- a mark she carried with absolute humbleness, yet HOLY PRIDE…

 

The ivory swirled; the symbols danced- yet… danced no more.

 

The white of the fingers faded to dust- the blessing, traveling with her Soul to the Skies, leaving her mortal hand, without digits once more.

 

Julia laid in the grass, soaking it with her humanness.

 

Nature did not care. The grass swayed in the wind- the leaves rustled with the breeze. The Birds sang in the trees.

 

The Vassal of Goodness returned to her Creator once more.

 

 

 

IMPORTANT!!!!1!11!111: 

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Her body would be left outside of Ivoria- and her death IS PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE, idgaf if u didnt see/hear irp abt it js rp it like its public (so its not confusing asf)

 

Also theres no actual killer, its some npc bandit i made up, dont go on a deep-dive detective hunt for some1 who doesnt exist :)

 

 

 

OOC: 

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This was my first ever PK post I have ever written. I have never played a religious persona before, and this was a  SUPER big change from my normal narrative- I try not to do religious rp, but this was rlly fun.- yes, Julia was quite young, but I didnt have much direction for her otherwise, and I wanted some practice with PK posts, and I have a hard time letting characters go, so I thought this’d be good training 4 that.

 

I want to thank the most influential people in Julia’s arc, as in @HeyitsNano, @framalam, @NomadicGuard, @Jayphynph, @Flynnigan, @ProcaPro, @DancingZebra267, @KillerMaid, @Kardika, @Lortime, @resurectionist and @Shadow2k the man the myth the legend, for being her Angel of Benediction all those years ago. I loved roleplaying as Julia and getting to know the churchly community, and i cant wait until my next one :3 

 

I hope u enjoy the post, i wrote it in like 30 mins 

 

 

 

[Flynnigan 267]

The news came by bird. A finch, how fitting. 
 

The mail Flynnigan had received had never been particularly positive as of late. Threats and warnings from Demons and other, more work to be done for the Red Council… 

 

Flynn unfurled the letter, his right hand, covered in all its scars, brushed the paper as his eyes slowly traced down the words.

 

His stomach twisted. No. No. 
 

Flynn’s eyes widened in horror. But he’d just spoken to her a week ago—he’d just seen her…! She was so young, she couldn’t have died!

 

Memories flooded the Master of Revelry. He slammed the letter down on his desk. His knees buckled as he fell to them, a hand over his mouth. Tears dripped down his scarred face. 
 

Her smile, her bright eyes… her giggles as she used to sneak around Ivoria. Flynn always did everything he could to keep her safe back then…

 

First his wife, and now the girl he viewed as a little sister… what was next?

 

The man continued to sob alone in his office, his hand covering his face, trying to hide those salty tears. 
 

The man again, was alone with his Misfortune. His curse. He feared who it would take next from his arms.

[KillerMaid 636]

Malna was making her rounds, traveling to Ravenmire as she usually did to speak with her friends.. or well, nephew. She stopped to peek by Ivoria only to see... Julia.

 

"..... huh?.."  was all she could say at first, staring down at the young girl she barely saw. She only saw her maybe... 10, or 15 times? But each time she adored the girl, someone ready for anything. She takes a moment to just stare at the girl's face, committing it to memory. As the days pass another portrait would join the dozens of others on her walls, this time with a little finch on the corner.

[Monty Cobra 921]

When the news reached Aurus, the young Greye stopped what he was doing. He had just met the young woman a saint's day prior... and now she was dead? He curled his fingers tightly around the wooden Lorraine she had gifted to him, a shaky breath leaving him.

 

Growing up—was it simply to bear witness to loss unending?

[confusedjester 818]

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idk why the pictures r lined up weird js ignore it,,

 

[ProcaPro 559]

Grae'laen Loa'chil doesn't receive the news too well. She has known the Finch since she was but a little wide-eyed child showing Grae her favorite places in Lemon Hill, watching the elf sketch the rooftop beehives and the tucked away pond surrounded by animals, since Julia had run to her time and time again, like a friend, like a little sister. 

 

Grae takes to the woods, for the day, if only to hope that Julia got a kind afterlife. But not to pray. Such would be too heavy a lie.

[HeyitsNano 1582]

Atticus was unprepared for this news. He had scolded Julia much as a child for her independent spirit which often saw her returning injured in one way or another. Yet, every time, he was assured; amidst the many trials sent her way, she had never once failed. She was to Atticus an angel in her own right, a divine gift from God that lasted despite the cruelness of the warring world. Atticus knew loss. He lost Harreniel. He lost his wife. He lost men as both traitors and martyrs. Yet, this was a different loss. This loss belonged to him; it etched its way onto his heart, and teared down the protective mechanisms he had built up during his fourty years of living. This was a terrible loss, and he was unprepared.

[Plausifraunz 379]

Arya held her breath as the news was delivered. A hand covered her mouth in utter shock. The young girl she had known who so eagerly wished for sugar and treats, who attended her union and was trialed and blessed by GOD himself, now lay in rest forever. 

"Oh... dear." Was all she could muster. 

[HeyitsNano 1582]

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still mourning this...

 

[confusedjester 818]

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IM SORRY OKAY 

 

[Jayphynph 279]

As Matthias Keen learned the news, sorrow and mourning befell him like a storm ravaging the mountain tops. Yet, all he could muster was the quiet weeping of a man who had lost his sister.

For the following weeks, he'd perk up every time he heard the cries of a bird, only to suddenly be reminded of his grief.

He'd spend many days isolated in his room in mourning, the church in prayer, and even the tavern in solemn remembrance, awash with self-pity.

So many of his friends had lost so much due to the war, and he now found himself mourning a dear friend. His sister in all but blood.