Fall Of A Young Dragon

[MamaBearJade 2090]

[knightly11 | lotc_fox 111]

((This reeks of the Ben creepypasta.

 

I like it.))

[Tsuyose 3285]

A man, adorned in a set of black robes shook his head slightly as he wondered through the forests. His eyes narrowed, he couldn't help but hear the screams of a female. Slowly, he would begin to step onto the road, his gaze brought upon pools of blood, until he passed a horse corpse. He blinks, his eyes widened slightly as his gaze was drawn upon the horse he had once known. He huffs, "Katlyn..?" He whispered to himself, he found his pace increasing in speed, following after this blood trail, until he came to an abrupt halt. His heart practically skipped a beat as he came across Katlyn, he brought his right arm up, his hand cupping his throat as he found himself having a somewhat difficulty to breath momentarily. Slowly, he shook his head, his face grew pale as he slowly stepped forth, leaning down to curl his arms around her waist, only to move on without a second thought.

 

A few hours later, a grave would be seen near Leanniel. A stone placed on top with words carved into it, "Here lies Katlyn." Is all that could be made out.

[BrawnerB 8]

Bran "Brawn" Boy walks through the streets.... after seeing Adorellan his wrists are cut by the edge

[Silent™ 552]

((If only I had been there, I could have saved her!

 

Very nice write up by the way!))

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Nero stood at the gravestone, a tear fell down his face, he looked at his son, all grown up, his daughter Katlyn's brother. He looked at William III, his beloved cousin and brother by sword.

 

His clothing was black, the dark purple trim barely distinguishable from the black on the stormy day, the water he didn't feel as it hit his head. He was almost to the edge, but not quite... Not yet...

 

​He would never finish mourning, he would only wear black now, the color of one feeling the pain of death to someone close..

 

He would lay a white rose at the gravestone, on his way here he passed his mother's grave, how many more? Was his son next? William? His son in law Adorellan?

 

It ate at him, so he pushed it from mind. His posture sagged slightly as he walked away, pulling up his hood, he went to the woods where he lived.

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.