BLOOD-SOAKED COWBOY [PK]

[Javert 9615]

Blood-Soaked

Cowboy

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"I've been a fighter all my mis'reble life," spoke the Ranger as he mounted his horse with his spurs letting out a jingle as he settled into his saddle. "Ain't missed a fight for the cause 'fore, ain't gonna do it now. Y'go on and git, do something with yer life. Make yer Mamma proud."

 

Percy frowned as he reached to grab his Father by the forearm. Mark turned to look at Percy with a gaze only few had ever seen. One of love, of gentleness. His Son's voice spoke wearily as if he believed he could convince Mark to stay with nothing but words.

 

"Pa, what 'bout Mamma? What 'bout my life? Dontcha want to live to see yer grandbabies?"

 

Mark only frowned and pulled his arm away from Percy's grasp.

 

"Y'tell 'em their grandpappy died fer somethin' greater than himself. He died livin' free." With that, Mark spurred his horse away from the place where he and his wife had raised their boy.

 

Mark wasn't a good man. He knew that about himself. He knew he'd lived a scoundrel, a bandit, and a maimer of his enemies. Even still, he bore no regrets. He did it for his country, his people, his freedom, and his family. If he couldn't live in a Republic of his choosing, he'd die by the sword of the men he had always lambasted as tyrants. Alas his end would be quick - A spear to the back of his neck killed him quickly enough that he did not feel the hundred-foot fall to the mesa ground, nor the breaking of his bones with the impact.

 

And so the Salvian Ranger fell with his beloved Republic.

 

 

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OOC: Basic PK post. I just wrote a whole ass essay on my last post so I didn't want to overdo it. Short, sweet, simple. The Attorney General of Salvo has died with his people and Republic.

 

[EmiliainWonderland 2309]

Diana heard the news. The man she’d loved for a lifetime, gone. All for the cause he’d convinced her to believe in. Did she ever truly believe in it? Was it ever hers? Perhaps not, but he was. She could’ve chosen another path, another life. Gone a dozen different ways, but she chose Mark at the end of it. Was he ever a good man? No, but neither was she. That must’ve run in the family, she supposed. She’d always heard terrible things about her mother, her grandmother too. Good things too, but… 

 

When did she forget her purpose? When did she stop caring about finding the rest of the Teufels? When she met Mark. Everything stopped mattering except that. Even if it meant becoming something her mother never would’ve approved of. She always knew she’d outlive him, that was the price of not just their lives, but of being a half-elf. Her son would live just as long as she would. It didn’t make it any easier, to lose her husband. She wasn’t alone though. She’d never been alone.
 

“I was never much of a mother to you, was I? You’re all I’ve got left now.” 

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

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Larkin Macintosh Winburgh takes a sip from his drink in the tavern of the Seven Skies. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder. “Who the **** let this guy in?”