[PK] Rest Now, Little Beast

[thejack 198]

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THE AIR IS STAGNANT HERE. THE GROUND SLOPES DOWN, LEVELING AFTER A SHORT DISTANCE, AND A FAIRLY NORMAL BEDROOM IS SET UP IN THE CAVE. ONE OF THE DRAWERS OF THE NIGHTSTAND HAS BEEN DISTURBED THOUGH, AND OPENING IT REVEALS A JOURNAL RESTING UPON A STACK OF LETTERS. INSIDE THE JOURNAL ITSELF, THE FOLLOWING IS WRITTEN:

 

 

 

“As a being of Junmura, I have to accept that one day, this state may kill me. It is a potential fact of life, something I ‘signed up for’ when I moved here. In the event of that happening, I will leave some thoughts. 

 

Do not be sad, if at all possible. I understand that I have some ‘value’, to those that I know, and so I will use that ‘value’ to purchase the ‘request’ of no sadness. If I am worth enough to be cried over, then this should be enough of a ‘value’ for this request. Some of you are more sensitive though, and I understand that. You are all made in different, unique ways, and it is why I love observing you all. 

 

It is odd, to be writing about ‘death’ for me. It is not something I should experience, yet, I would rather ponder the scenario than leave nothing behind. What should be said, about death? What does one leave behind? I’ve neglected asking others about this, prior to my drafting of this paper, so I will have to use purely my own thoughts.  My own approach. 

 

If, then, I am to use my own approach, I do not wish to speak of death. I will share what I have ‘enjoyed’ in life. My purpose was not definitive, and I have largely been left to my own devices, where I must decide what to do in the world. I’ve chosen to learn about descendants. They are curious things, unique in their actions and behaviors, and they bring constant stimulation when they are present. In order to better observe them, I have adapted some of their traits, and mirror their behaviors. I am a fabrication of one, yet, all that I do is for the purpose of understanding them. My false nature comes with a genuine desire to learn, and a genuine desire to understand them.

 

Family has been enjoyable, for this purpose. Descendants will form close bonds with those they consider family, and they will provide those within their family special treatment and rewards. It took me some time, but I’ve amassed my own pool of ‘family members’ now, and I have come to ‘enjoy’ the mundane life that comes with them. I am still learning, but now I am housed under the same roof as those that I research. When these members pass, I will miss the unique experiences that they bring with them. I have lost a ‘father’ already, a man that I barely knew, and it made me regret not spending more time trying to understand how he functioned. 

 

The core reason I will do this all, is in hopes of fixing the issues present with descendant’s lives. I have come to understand the concept of ‘kindness’, through aid provided for no reason other than one’s own desire to give it, and the concept of ‘cruelty’, through those that judge and harm others for reasons that I cannot understand. If descendants live such finite, fleeting lives, should they not be filled with ‘kindness’? That is the question I have, and for as long as I live, I will do my best to find an answer, and a solution that would allow them to live more comfortable lives.

 

I will write more personal letters, stored and sealed for the day I may die, but I will end the main body here, with a general request to all that see it. Have compassion for one another. Extend mercy, whenever possible. Do not be rigid and unyielding, allow the world to be viewed from other perspectives. To be gentle, and to be kind: This is the way.

- Catherine Enberos-Ehrenwald”

 

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EACH LETTER WOULD BE SENT OUT TO ITS RESPECTIVE TARGET, AND READ AS FOLLOWS:
 

MARQUISE

 

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“It is wrong to say that I will miss you, since I am not capable of truly ‘missing’ things, and longing is not something I fully comprehend. But. I believe I will miss you. I do not like imagining a future where I am not at your side. Please take care of yourself. You have been one of the most interesting to watch and learn from, and I am truly grateful for all you have given me. If my importance to you is equal to your importance to me, I ask that you do not become too caught up in my departure. Do not stagnate for too long. Even in non-existence, I will be displeased if you do not grow. With all the truth I am able to provide, given what I am, I will say one last thing. I love you. Thank you for becoming my Marn, despite the difficulties I brought.

 

CASTIEN

 

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“We have not had much time together, truly, but the time we have had has been pleasant. Recent times, at the least. I do not truly know how you operate, I have yet to figure that out, but I hope this will be more manageable to you, in comparison to how Marquise will turn out. Take care of him. He will need it. He will need someone like you. Stay by him, even if you are pushed away, but do not do so at the expense of yourself. Live a life you can be proud of, father.

 

VYSRYANA

 

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“I still don’t like you. Sorry. That has not changed, at the time of me writing this. That is just my personal opinion, and that does not reflect on how you should live. Be bold and courageous, yet do not fall for the promises made by unsavory groups again. Take care of things.”

 

THERON

 

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“You are another person I could never truly understand. But, you are fond of me, no? Your affection is odd, but not unwelcome. It would have been nice to be with you more, to understand you, but the world operates by its own rules, and those rules have ended my life. Be kind to yourself.”

 

TQIKO & NELL

 

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“You were both my first family, and even if time made it so you were not the primary focus of my attention, I am thankful for what you both have given me. Be the siblings to each other that I could not be for either of you. Ensure that no others meet my fate. Do not scorn descendants for what has happened to me, and try your best to quietly erase me from your minds.”

 

NJÁLL

 

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“I am sorry for this. I am as sorry as I possibly can be. It is wrong to even think about a world where my life ends before yours. You should, hopefully, never receive this letter, but I must be prepared. I do not want to be prepared. I want to continue watching you grow. I want to be there when you are old. I want to be someone you can always rely on, someone you can go to for support. That is what I truly want. I want to be your sister.

But, this is not being written to express my current desires. This is the worst case scenario, being planned for. Go to Marquise. See what comfort he can provide you. Go to your mother. Go to anyone you can, really. I realize, at the time of writing this, that I have become quite the foundational pillar of your life, and it is challenging to think of how you will continue with me knocked away. I will be selfish here, and ask that you try. Keep living. Do not delay your life because of the absence of the soulless, emotionless beast that you met. You have family. You have friends. Live for them. Live on for me.

 

META

 

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“The idea of writing to you pains me. Physically. The stress this will bring to you is translating back onto me, and my chest hurts. You are a sensitive soul, Meta, and I know you will not do well with my passing. I cannot ask you to simply ‘accept’ things, because that is not how you function, but please try to do all that you can to preserve yourself. Be selfish. Forget about me, if it helps. Just do what is needed, in order for you to continue to exist. Thank you for being my sister.”

 

HAEL

 

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“It is unfortunate that we could not interact more. You were one of the most similar to me, in terms of homunculi, and I enjoyed that. A life as your assistant would have been ideal. Alas. Things have turned out this way. If I may be selfish, please seek practice somewhere that is kinder to us. You are a citizen, but I do not trust their ‘mercy’. Take care of your daughter.”

 

CONSTRUCTS OF JUNMURA

 

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“This land was never safe for any of you. Leave, leave without a trace. Do not linger. If I am gone, you will be next. May the state of Kurai-Kuni and Junmura burn to the ground, and may all that uphold its laws be purged alongside it. It is a blight upon both Construct and Descendant, for the poison that its policies bring. Constructs, sentient beings, they should never be subject to laws that make them property. They should never have to live in fear of termination as a result of their mistakes. Nothing comes from indiscriminate violence, and death without trial will never result in wrongs being righted. Seek freedom through whatever means necessary.”

 

SHAHAN

 

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“We spoke once. Your letter has been written last, amongst all that are being sent out. I want to make sure things turn out right, even if I may not be there to fix things, and my growing paranoia towards the state of Junmura makes me believe I should address something to you now. My eternity has ended. Do you think you will fare better? Do you think things will turn out differently for you? They will not. You need to cherish what is currently in front of you, before oblivion catches you by surprise. Make things right.”

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CATHERINE. 231 - 260. DEATH VIA JULIET'S POTION

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rest easy, cathy. thank u to everyone that hung n chilled with this freak and taught her about the world. she would have been flattered to know how loved she became. wouldve loved to play her more and explore more of her story. also holy **** post formatting sucks

 

Edited November 21, 2025 by jackCool

[spaazmatism 1018]

A letter reaches its intended destination; Shahan.

 

His eyes skimmed the page, and his face remained set in the usual half frown it bore, unfazed by its contents.

 

He shrugged, folding the letter up, and adding it to his rather large collection of other assorted letters.

[Sparkpowder 129]

Tqiko stands near the aviary, unfolding the letter to only pause upon revealing its contents. A sharp breath comes from him as he grips onto the paper with his thumb.

 

"I thought that I would be the first one to be killed by the hands of a descendant..." He closes his eyes, dipping his head as he gently folds the note and puts it in his bag, wandering off to inform Nell, wherever they may be.

 

 

[Monty Cobra 921]

The letter would soon bear deep creases from the constant folding and unfolding it endured, and the words would begin to run together with the volume of tears shed over it by the ever-weeping man. As time went on, two seemed to blur and fade more than the others. Keep living...

[laugh_giggletehe 113]

A letter has arrived; and there it lies flat upon the surface of a desk, surrounded by miscellaneous equipment and notes on the studies and various hobbies Vysryana has taken up over the years. 
 

A hand forged from daemonsteel draws nearer, seeking to brush away any dust or other various particles that may have conglomerated in the short time it's been there, and she heaves a deep sigh. Small, wet splotches stain the shoulder of her garbs- Akuvae, even, had allowed tears to fall in the wake of Catherine's passing. 
 

Faux eyes whirr and click and focus on a singular line in specific, and the half-drow shakes her head. "Take care of things." She recites.

"Of course, I will."

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Catherine was an interesting little freakazoid. It often didn't feel like she was without emotion, if for no reason other than her mimicry capabilities.
If nothing else, her and Vysryana had a complicated relationship that was fun to mess with-

Catherine wanted to learn of descendant behaviors and emotions and the likes, and Vysryana is a pillar to all of the aspects that brought her niece distaste and contempt.  Vys thought Cathy was obnoxious and a danger to her children- if not physically, then mentally; but she would never permanently kill her for such a thing. Vysryana is violent, impulsive, bitter, and her head remains in the clouds most of the times. 

But all in all, Cathy was still her niece. Vys may not have liked her, but she did love her.

 

Edited November 23, 2025 by laugh_giggletehe

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

Castien is fueled by anger in this time. The distress pushes him forward. 

 

He can't do nothing about this. He can't let his happen. He needs to take care of people, needs to take care of himself, needs to do something, needs to

[Telmster 130]

The moment Meta was told of their sister’s passing, it was as if their little soul fled their body entirely. They sank down somewhere so deep that they could no longer reach the world around them. A lifeless husk. A broken doll. Somewhere within that all-consuming darkness, they were dimly aware of being carried. Tucked in. A familiar voice. Then carried again. Tucked in. 

 

But most of all, they were aware of that horrible hollowness expanding within them. A loss big enough that it tore at the very core of their being. Though they had been unable to read the letter addressed to them, in some ways, their soul had still managed to do exactly what Catherine had asked of them: self-preservation. When existing became impossible, they froze instead. Suspended in time, in that very moment where they were first told of her passing, somewhere far beyond the outside world’s reach. Days would pass. Weeks… Maybe even months. 

Dust would settle on their unmoving form. 

A life had been taken. And while others grieved together, Meta could not.

 

It would be so easy to let go. To wake up anew. As someone else entirely; to shed all the grief, all the pain they had collected. And yet, even in their state of unconsciousness, their fickle soul was fighting to keep what they had become. Existence was loving, but it was also losing. And they had loved Catherine so dearly. Their sister. In some ways, they were opposites, but in others they were alike. Both forged, not born. Both destined to a life of mimicry. Meta had only known Catherine for a fraction of their life, but it seemed impossible to accept a world without her.

And yet, if they wanted a chance of waking up as themselves again, they knew they would have to try.

 

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I AM SO SAD NOOOO. not catherine :((

 

[w0bbe 48]

An explosion of emotions was felt. Too many--far too many to the mourning father. Anger. Grief. Despair. Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. Guilt...

 

How many loved ones can one lose in a decade? This worry had reared its head many times in the mind of the elf. For their partner, a human. For their first daughter, a half-elf. Their sister, their nephew. Quill knew that, unless taken otherwise, they would outlive their own family due to the curse of descendant-kind.

 

Then Catherine came along.

 

The day she said her age, which was younger than the elf's first born, it ripped at their heart. Such a young creature shouldn't live this way. Unguided, unloved. It was not fair. They may not be a good role-model, hells, not even a good person in general--but they were someone. The journals she kept to document her evolution. The learning of how to 'feel' for an emotionless being. This was so much progress, and Quill couldn't be more proud of their daughter.

The last one who was suppose to share the burden of immortality was slain, and her father was utterly destroyed by it.

 

Rest now, little beast. Their little beast. Even if the beginning was horribly rocky, dangerous, and violent... Quill couldn't stay mad at her. A consistent fault of the elf was that horrible empathy for all creatures, even those 'unfeeling'. It would get them killed one day, that was certain. Oh, how they wished they could keep it together as that letter was read. Clutched between trembling hands--stained with the tears which didn't stop pouring--that letter was read, and read, and read.

How disappointed would their little beast be to know they weren't as strong as she urged them to be? If only she could feel that. If only she was there.

 

To the statue they spoke, "I'm sorry, Catherine. I will forever be your marn, that will not change even in death. Forgive me for letting you down this last time, for I cannot keep myself steady in your loss. This was wrong. You didn't deserve this--you deserved a good life, free from the cold embrace of losing yourself. If only I didn't drag you down with me. The things you sacrificed for family will always prove to me you weren't as unfeeling as they say."

In their arms, she was held. Just as gently as their hugs during her life--the stone was cradled like a baby. Blankets were folded around Catherine, tucking her into her own bed within her room. Then, a peck was placed upon her forehead for one last goodnight kiss as the beast was laid to rest.