[AW+] [m] The Trial of Delfina Heiwa
SL Plot Stage II: The Devil We Knew
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Word Count → ??? :: Hello everybody and welcome to the catalyst for Stage II of our ongoing pack drama, Curse of the Sanctum! For more information about this plot, please be sure to read the accompanying newspost update.


This is a non-mandatory pack thread due to its [mature] rating. If you are uncomfortable participating in this thread due to its rating, but would still like your character to have been present, please let Leadership know.


There is no posting order in this thread. It takes place at the top of the Great Falls just beyond the Grotto of Seven Sleepers - think this scene from Black Panther (albeit in much smaller scale lol) for artistic license. Let's get this show on the road!





The water rushed around her ankles as she delicately stepped through it, grabbing and pulling like silvery hands.


It was deceptively shallow on the plateau. This was a place where few ever came, for in spite of their awe-inspiring beauty the Great Falls were terrifying. Where the water flowed deeper upstream it was a crystalline blue, fresh from the melt off of Halcyon. Here, churning over wide flat rocks, it reflected the grey sky like a flawed mirror.


Just beyond her was the edge, foaming white and ravenous. Far down below its plummeting descent the water was so deep as to look black and bottomless.


Elphaba took her place on a smooth boulder that had rolled down from the mountain to hunch against the current. On either side of the Pictou, Salsolans were arriving in droves. Having responded to the severity of her call they were solemn. Never before had they been commanded to assemble in this strange, portentous place, where the water-spray chilled the air and clung to their whiskers and eyelashes like little diamonds. Some stood among the pines further back from the fall's edge, little more than shadowy smudges between the evergreens.


There was a great cacophony of sound from further down the trail. Salsolans parted before two men, both broad of shoulder. The Director and the Erilaz were not gentle. They pulled the slumped form of a woman between them - it looked as though she had fought them all the way, her hands bound and knees bloodied where she had been forcibly dragged.


Behind them was the stern Paladin, sword in hand, a rear guard to the grim-faced procession.


Standing tall on the boulder, the gold-antlered crown sharp as daggers against the pale light, Elphaba looked down at Delfina Heiwa.


Imprisonment had made a wretch out of Isabella's noble daughter. They had not tended the wounds Kamari had given her except that she might not bleed out before sentencing - Her beautiful, expensive clothes were torn and stained brown. Her hair, a rich Heiwa mahogany, hung in stringy tendrils around her face.


Brocade and O'Riley hefted her forward into the shallows and pushed her down to kneel waterlogged before the Queen.


Behind them, the Great Falls hissed and roared with more force than any mortal would ever wield.

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The trial happened quickly. Brocade and the other Inquisitors took turns watching over the woman who had tried to claim Kamari’s life, and when the time came, they were sent to collect her to be brought to her trial. Delfina Heiwa had attacked one of her own. It was a fact that sank like a stone in the throats of all of Salsolas nobility as the woman was dragged through the centre of their territory. O’Riley and Brocade shouldered the weight of the thin creature, their hands rough against her shoulders and hips as they forced her along the path.

Her knees were bloody where she had been forced to kneel – her wounds barely bandaged and her body still covered in dried blood.

A small crowd had gathered around the falls, and even though no one spoke the water rumbled and sprayed its discord upon the salsolan people. Brocade snarled as the woman bucked at the waters as they washed over her feet, and he shoved her with a snap of his teeth as they descended further.

She still looked a wild thing, her hair hanging in stringy tendrils around her thin face as they pushed her into the shallows of what would hopefully become her final resting place.

Brocade glanced for only a moment at Elphaba Revlis, the sanguine-eyed woman alone and at the front of the murmuring delegation. The crown gleamed from atop her darkling head, and he was forced to stand amongst the others – his gaze settling upon the traitor who crouched amongst them.



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Optime | Great Falls | cNPC: Velimir, NPC: Cedar
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[SL] Curse of the Sanctum


The ride out had a been long one, and had been the farthest she had gone since she had been nearly killed by the dark, Heiwa woman. It had been painful. Even with Cedar put to a slow and steady pace, the natural motion of his gait tugged at her still-healing wounds. The Shadow stubbornly denied returning to her home with its bloodstained floors though. She wanted to see this through, particularly after what she had long suspected and after what she had suffered to get the truth that she had sought.


Upon arriving near the top of the Great Falls, she had been helped off of Cedar and had done her best to walk on her own the rest of the way with as much pride and deceptive grace as she could for someone still recovering from nearly dying twice. The bruising on her throat was nearly gone, and her smaller injuries had scabbed over. Her larger wounds—a cut that ran across her chest and a stab wound in her side—were still in the midst of healing, and they were the ones that caused her to walk a bit more stiffly than she normally would have.


Kamari stood along the edge of the pool, her cornflower blue eyes hard and unreadable. Her bandages were hidden beneath her clothing, consisting of the dark, fur-lined cloak that Krios had gifted her earlier that winter, a darkly-colored tunic, bracers, and a pair of loose-fitting pats. Her knife was secured at the small of her back, as she was reluctant now more than ever to wander the Kingdom without something to defend herself within close reach.


She stood close to her husband, though, did her best to stand slightly apart from him and without his help. Velimir was amongst the gathering crowd. The old jackal hybrid’s face was grim as he stood there. He leaned somewhat onto his bo staff, his age showing both in his stance and his burnt amber eyes.


One of the Shadow’s tall ears flickered as she heard Delfina before she saw her. When the masses of the Kingdom departed, Kamari’s aggressor was brought forth and to the pool that the Boss had chosen for the meeting place for this trial. Delfina was still as dirtied as she had been the afternoon that the Heiwa woman had been caught in the act of attempting to finish what she had started. The sight of it all and the fresh memories that they brought with them made Kamari’s injuries sting again.


Her eyes remained hard though, her face steely, cold, as Delfina was forced to kneel before Elphaba.









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The me that you know
Is now made up of wires

It was time to step back. The seeds had been cast into the early spring soil. A true farmer knew that it took patience to bear plentiful fruit. He spoke no further ill of the Warden, seeking to sully his name in the Thistle Kingdom no longer, for the damage had already been done. To do more would be foolish.

Something would come of it in due time. Salsola would eventually demand justice for the murders of the Seer and Crone. A price would be paid in blood, but by who?

When the summons came, Andrew assumed the Thistle Kingdom would demand its tithe. He followed the Salsolan procession to the falls in silence. It was a strange place to call an audience as opposed to the usual meeting grounds. Andrew could sense an unease in the crowd that lingered. The rumors that burned through Salsola like a wildlife kept everyone on edge. There were murmurings. Assumptions. Andrew kept mum as he stood along the fringes alone -- as a free man for the first time.

Then the shield came, dragging the body of a woman through the crowd. Andrew watched with curiosity as she was laid bare before the Salsolan Queen. Alas, it was not the Warden, but someone else. A highborn woman whom Andrew knew only if for her family name.

A Salsolan was adaptable. His plans changed.

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pump your veins with gushing gold

The rumor mill churned, oh how it churned, a rumbling hiss as all ugly things came to light, twisted and warped by the tongues of vipers and ichorous black. The ceaseless he-said-she-said of the kingdom seemed to come to a head, and for all ugly things brought to bare, he'd felt the ugliest.

The call had roused him from his penance, and through the thistles, her caterwauling came. The following procession was a grim one, a quiet one, to some of the wilder, more untamed reaches of their domain fair - an odd place, as any.

It was not a funeral, by assumption, as there was no pyre, and the roar of waterfalls, the casting mists, did ill for fire. It clung to the gathered's clothes, their hair, their whiskers, alighting the masses like starlight in the din, the holy upon the condemned.

A woman of high house - family, by the barest, thinnest strands of the word, Delfina stooped, and while Julius had never seen, never known Wildlings as they were, she looked every bit as one, her hair thin and whipping around the face of a woman gone feral, and with a look of barely veiled confusion, he took his place at the poolside.


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Of course, as this was Salsola, whispers of ill fate carried upon the winds of the Kingdom. Jak tried to turn an ear to the whispers, but it was a Salsolan's nature to listen carefully. She took them as a warning to stay away from the treachery one could find if they followed them. While she consulted her high power, it was the duty of the Inquisitors to follow these whispers to their roots, whatever the cost or consequence.


The blood laced Witch tended to a potion above a calmly crackling fire as the call reached her. Had the Inquisitors found something of interest? There was an abundance of rumors to steal information from, but if any truth could be dredged from them was another story completely. She'd follow the call and find out for herself what was discovered. Maybe the coven could finally find some peace and justice for the crimes committed.


The flame was calmed and the red wolf cloak flung over her full form, draping heavily over wide hips and supple breasts. She joined the masses that gathered at the odd and unlikely spot. Mist from the raging waterfall flecked her whiskers and cloak, to which her nose wrinkled unpleasantly. Blood and honey hues scanned the crowd as they awaited what came next. She admired their queen who adorned her antler crown, before following the crowd's gaze towards the obscenity that was Delfina Heiwa. Jaketta's eyes narrowed upon the suspected traitor as she consumed the details of her ragged and wild appearance.


Unexpected.


Jaketta moved her hood over her head, to protect herself from the spray of the great waterfall. Curiously, she continued to watch the scene play out before her. What a pity, for the Heiwa woman to waste her noble bloodline. It was a gift unnecessarily dirtied and unappreciated. Judgmental mismatched hues cast down at the wild woman, as her hair clung to her face and neck, wet from being transported ruthlessly to her final destination.

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When the news came to him, by way of the great black cat he kept at his right hand, he found it hardly surprising. He had seen something deep within Delfina's poison eyes and made his own presumptions of what that meant. While this hadn't been what he'd hedged his bets on, it felt- almost logical? Part him felt stupid for not assuming this to begin with. The signs hadn't been clear enough during their brief encounters, but they certainly were now as Ankh joined the rest of the Thistle Kingdom.


The water spat upwards from the falls, the hiss of falling water breaking what he was sure was absolute silence from the awaiting crowd. The droplets sent an icy chill through him, so unaccustomed to biting temperatures, incapable for protecting himself naturally from the coldest months. Soon it would be summer, and soon this curse would break.


Narcissa stood nearby, her hazel eyes trained with vicious curiosity at the spectacle before them. Ankh spotted a similar poison in her eyes, but knew that his daughter would refrain from such acts of insanity, if only to keep her hands literally clean. He could see too, some ways behind her, the black cat Allspice, as interested as the rest of the awaiting crowd but reluctant to subject himself to water unless it was absolutely necessary. Despite his size and relative intelligence, he was still a domesticated creature and disliked the feel of water on his sleek coat.


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OOC - oh look it's coax and sebastien. WC: 742

I can't escape the monster inside of me



There was a tenseness in his shoulders when he had heard the call. While he knew for a fact that Elphaba named his father innocent of the crime of murder, it did not mean that Till was innocent of all crime. Till had been belligerent to Kamari during her Inquisition, and this had caused the image of the Warden to likely forever be tainted in the eyes of the upper echelon of Salsola. This was disappointing to Coaxoch, but Till did have a way about him that made him seem less trustworthy than he was. Coaxoch could not blame Elphaba for getting angry with Till, as he could not blame Till for getting angry with Kamari, or the Inquisition in general. The call that came from the woman had been stressful, and as he looked at his life partner, he nodded lightly and then got up to get ready to leave.

Coaxoch did not know what this gathering was about, and he did not know of why it sounded as if it was coming from the Grotto's area, but he thought it best to let the children decide whether or not they were going to attend. He and Sebastien, as adults, had no choice but to attend, but Coaxoch did not mind. He had to be there to save face for not only his family but also for Elphaba to notice his presence, and boy he did know that she would notice.

She always did.


The white wolf skin that had been fashioned into a cloak resting along his shoulders, and his loincloth hugged his hips as he looked at his companion's attire. Sebastien had begun to get better clothing since he was a freed man now, and he never seemed to skimp on his attire when he went out. It took some time for the Serf to get himself ready and Coaxoch smiled at Sebastien as he finally came out in bright spring colors and a generally happy attire as he always did. Coaxoch began to think more and more about his relationship with the Serf, as of late, but he did not want to complicate things, and he did not understand why he was thinking about Sebastien as someone he could not imagine living without. Coaxoch often pushed the thoughts away, and just enjoyed everything that he and Sebastien were. He enjoyed being with the other male, living with him, and being friends with the other. There was no need for things to be as complicated as Salsola was as a whole. No, as long as others did not question what was going on, Coaxoch was happy to let them never know.


The two males set off towards the Grotto and found that the gathering as at the top of the Falls. Coaxoch looked back at Sebastien and his large ears bent to the sides of his head as the look of uncertainty came across his face. He had never seen this sort of ceremony before, nor had he heard of such happening. The whispers on the air in Salsola were convoluted as well, conflicting but serious. Coaxoch had some idea of what might have been going on, but not entirely and as they made their way towards the top of the Falls, Coaxoch's speckled nose picked up the drowning scents of those who were already there. There was the smell of old blood, the Heiwa, Elphaba, O'Riley, and many of the other Salsolans.


He and Sebastien finally made it to the top of the mount and Coaxoch moved closer towards the water and the gathering while Sebastien seemed to hang back again. Coaxoch had confidence in his step even without Sebastien by his side, and when Coaxoch finally figured out what he was looking at in the gathering, his bright blond brows lifted in surprise.

They found the murderer.

His bright eyes of spring hardened as they turned towards Elphaba then, questioning silently of how she could have let this demon be among them for this long. Of how her Inquisitors were so busy hunting his father's head when there was a demon among the ranks who seemed to get by without question for so long. Coaxoch's hand balled into a fist, and his teeth clenched in his jaw tightly. He wanted all the Inquisitors to pay for their questioning of the honor of the Ulrichs when it was the Heiwas all along.


Demons drowning in the deep oceans Inside of me



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Krios came with his wife, as he always would and always had. As much as he hated the situation that arose out of the whole monstrous affair, he had to be present and he would watch with relish as they judged his aunt for her crimes. But it was still such a shock to see the dingy appearance she presented, though it was hardly by her choice. A pristine woman in the best of situations, it was clear that imprisonment did not suit her looks.

He had his bow strapped to his back and his best clothes, all black, adorning his muscled limbs. Somewhere in time he had become a man but he hardly felt like more than an ethereal ghost marching through life. What had his family become? Why had such a monster been of his blood?

He felt disconnected but he was present for his siblings, his grandmother, his mother, and his wife. He was there to witness the event and participate in the undoing of his mother's murderer. He wanted to hear her words on the matter, her lines, and watch her die.

Krios felt cheated.

Beside him, he could feel Kamari. But she was standing unaided, not clinging to him in any way. He knew it was a matter of pride for his wife so he did not suggest she sit or go back. She would witness with him, even in her pain.

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Delfina was not the type to go quietly into madness. No, she was the sort of woman who descended without much grace into the throes of her insanity, screaming in the night, hollering for justice. There was no denying it, though. Somehow, the scion of the Goddess had failed her and was so shunned by the loving light of her attentions and favor. Delfina felt sorely abandoned and so let her agony rend the air over the thought of her loss. It was sorely felt and even the blinding migraines could only silence her for a short time.

By then, all of Salsola had heard of her fall and the disgrace that befell her family. She knew what it meant for them and how she had equally failed her mother when the Goddess averted her gaze. There was so much shame.

And so much anger.

Delfina had done as she had been told, as her visions had foretold. Why was she being punished for the sins committed in the name of her holy deity? How could the Goddess so shift her eyes? In her caterwalling, the answer did not come, only more confusion.

When the men came and grabbed her sternly by the arms, she fought them every step of the way. Insane she may have been but Delfina was not a fool to the core. She knew what was in store for her and she would not go willingly to her demise. No, she was not the fool. They were all fools. They did not see the necessity of what she had attempted to do. They did not see the weakness they were forced to accept.

She was brought to the water and forced into it. It soaked and chilled her to the bone, though she looked unfazed by the faces that peered at her and the judgmental eyes. Her gaze shifted and locked upon her niece, and a cold sneer plastered itself upon her face. Delfina did not struggle her bindings any longer.

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They had come to see, as the crowned woman commanded.

This was an unusual place to gather. The air was damp and frigid, making Víborg glad for the cloak that covered her fur. She and her mother wore clothing of similar make and cut, though it was apparent that the older woman was the master of the craft. They were dark colors, the leather they wore, and Kynda's was truly black.

When they had arrived, Kynda – sensing the nature of this event and ever-eager for spectacle – stepped into the water and came as close as she dared. Víborg trailed behind her, less certain. This was her second public gathering and the atmosphere felt different. Less aware of what awaited them, the young woman felt a fluttering of anxiety as she looked anywhere but the red-eyed woman standing before them.

She saw them coming and stiffened with surprise.

The two men were the fierce looking, highest ranked males within the pack. Between them was a woman whose appearance was shocking. Roughly brought forward, there was no denying that something had afflicted Delfina Heiwa.

Perhaps, Víborg thought, the curse was greater than they had first imagined.


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The shadow’s absence was noted only because the aged warrior had become accustomed to encountering Kamari’s familiar visage during patrols and practice. The idea of her having been dispatched on a mission circled her mind briefly, but why would and Inquisitor be sent away during the height of the prosecutions? It didn’t add up... until the summon came.

Five Inquisitors had been dispatched to unveil the truth of the crimes against the Sanctum, each one of them risking its life for a cause that didn’t concern their Tiers. The Queen’s spy was a capable woman and a fierce warrior but she knew her forthcomings well and thus took advantage of stealth and secrecy to increase her lethality exponentially. Both had been stripped from her the second she was announced as the perpetrator’s enemy. Of course someone as eager and handy would unveil the identity of the murderer first. How could Elphaba be so blind to believe a viper capable of killing once wouldn’t try it again? Perhaps she knew and that was why it wasn’t her own life which had been so close to ending under the vicious grasp of a mad woman’s jaws.

Her anger burned bright underneath a brittle layer of restraint. She stormed into the scene with wild eyes and a snarl already settled on her lips. Her eyes immediately went to the woman screaming bloody murder while being held down forcefully. She couldn’t recall the witch’s name but still a growl rumbled in her throat, dark and terrible as was the wretched thing’s visage.

She could taste old blood in the air, loosened from the woman’s tatters by the water that eagerly lapped at her form. It would be too easy to step forward and spill a fresher tone of red onto the running waters but she shouldn’t and finally did not. She found a safe escape from her own bloodlust by searching for a familiar face amongst the attendants. There stood Kamari, unreadable and very much alive. Her relief was such that she allowed her gaze to move on and be attracted by the vibrant hue of mismatched eyes. There where she didn’t expect to find it she saw a reflection of her own fury. Her rival had been absent from her thoughts for a while now, her whereabouts largely inconsequential to her own affairs. Now, however, Helena was very much present and with an expression so full of hatred that it transfixed Kaeli long enough for her casual glance to become a blatant stare.

A new painful wail stole her attention back toward the disgraced woman and another thunder rippled through her core and emerged through gritted teeth. Her hands opened and closed at her sides, craving the feeling of tender flesh and warm blood.

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Word Count → +400 :: Decided to throw Eden and Evelyn in here.

It was.. strange in a way.

Their Dad had always been one to hover over the two pups, telling them what they could and could not do. He made sure they were close to home, and that certain things not be said around the home. Now.. it was finally a time when the man was giving his children the choice on what they wanted to do. As of recent, Eden had branching out on how far into the territory he was wanting to go, meeting new faces he had never seen before.

Maybe he had seen them when he came to the funeral with his family, but his focus had been elsewhere that day. The kingdom had lost someone that was very important to them...

And on that subject, this was connected to that event. One of their own was being held like a prisoner, and it was time for her to face judgement among the faces of the kingdom she had once thought to be serving.

The pup sat with his sister, being outside of the Church. It wasn't easy to work the doors when the two siblings still were not able to shift. It wouldn't be much longer before they would be able to do so, but for now they were still at the mercy of being helped by others. It was his sister's voice that drew him over, "You want to go, don't you?"

"Yeah.. I do.."

Living a sheltered life was not an easy one. The world was not as he had imagined it. It was so much more complicated than that. This was something that was very important to everyone, and if he was going to be a part of society soon, then he needed to be present and see Salsola for what it really was, see how things were truly handled.

Evelyn had been the first to rise up onto her feet, "Come on then. We can follow Dad's scent to where he and Papa have gone." Her brother gave a nod before moving up onto his own feet, following along behind her.

Both of them stopped as they came to the falls, picking out their parents in the crowd before coming to join them. The boy's head moved up as he picked out the Boss in the front. He recognized Brocade, but not the woman kneeling or the other two that stood around her. Who were they? More importantly, his gaze focused on the dark woman between all of them. Was she the one in trouble? What had she done?


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When the summons had been made, it was the first time Generosity saw confusion cross Solace's face. They were in his tower, the servant cleaning the hearth and the Confidant sharpening his virgin dagger. When the Queen's call came from the northern reaches of the Kingdom, both wolves fixed each other with a look of puzzlement.

There had been whispers, slithering words. But Salsola had become a nest of snakes since the new year (before that, even) -- what was there to trust when venomous rumors were spreading like poison in the bloodstream? Where was the truth?

In quiet words, Generosity had asked Solace what the summons may be about. His silence was his answer.

The pair dressed modestly, more for the ease of travel to the Great Falls. It was a corner of the territory Generosity was unfamiliar with. She drank in the sights around them with wide, owlish eyes as she was ushered in, close by the Confidant's side. Were servants even allowed to bear witness to whatever was occurring? Neither yearlings stopped to ponder this.

Solace, embolden by his youth, wormed his way as much to the head of the crowd as he could. Generosity was abandoned to the fringe by the pines, where she could only feel the mist of the water cascading around them. It was Deflina's screams that herald her arrival.

This only confused Generosity more, but ahead of her she saw something shift within Solace. The boy's body grew tense, and if she could see his face, she would see his narrow muzzle was drawn into a snarl.

"Traitor," he hissed, drowned by the water and the witch's hysteria, but clearly heard by those who stood close to him in the crowd. His shoulders rose and Generosity thought she saw them tremble.

She made the connections, and she balked. Shouldered between the High Inquisitor and the Inquisitor only a step beneath him, Delfina was brought to the water. They had found their truth.

"Family killer," Solace spat as Deflina stopped struggling. Was he speaking of her Seer-sister or his Crone-grandfather?

Did it matter?

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I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?



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She had known it from the very beginning.

There were just too many things to factor in with the story that had been offered to those around her, things that could be picked upon when one stopped to just think about it. Sure, it was possible for someone to put on a face when they were in the public eye, and Ondine and her mate could have been doing just that, but if that had been the case, why would it be so shocking to their deaths? Why would Delfina had been the only one to see it? She was the storyteller here.

And she could spin it to favor her in any way she wanted with no proof that she had been the cause from the start.

Well now her sins were catching up with her. The attack on Kamari had been the final nail in the coffin. She must have been bold or stupid to think that attacking an Inquisitor was not going to backfire on her in some way. It was good that she had been able to fetch Isabella with enough time to make sure the Emissary would recover. She didn't know what she would be able to do with just males remaining among the Shield.. and ones she wasn't particularly fond of.

The Paladin took up a position at the rear, having traded her rapier for a more traditional short sword. Her primary weapon would do her no good in this situation. The Erilaz and Director had taken positions to the side of Delfina. Their strength could not compare with her own. Should it come to where any of them were needed, she would be able to rely on them to hold her down while she handed the weapon.

Blue gaze remained focused on the woman, awaiting the Boss to begin the trial.

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The hue and cry had gone up, the Family called for justice. Pale, reclusive Wisteria was not so young to be untouched by the whispers of violence that crept like a sickness through the great and terrible queen’s flock. They came like spectres, eyes and mouths that watched and whispered and, as if in thrall, she joined them. She joined them despite the cold nerves and uncomfortable bristling sensation that crept up her spine like tiny spiders causing her hair to stand on end. Justice. Blood. They had found their murderer.


She knew Delfina only by informed reputation- a distant cousin. Her father told her mostly of Ondine, his initial hostess from when he joined the kingdom. Did Delfina truly kill her own sister? The Crone?


The witnesses gathered in their fine clothes, though many donned only their darkest garments. Wisteria had little of these fine tailored, or well-preserved scraps to her name. She wore what she had- a quarter sleeved tunic colored a dark pumpkin and a brown cowl. And while the vivid colors likely drew her more attention, she wasn’t the sort to care. Her golden hair trailed down her neck and rested on one shoulder in a leather-banded twist while a trio of iridescent raven feathers were pinned closely behind a dark-tipped ear. She watched the throng closely, her orange eyes scanning face after face, her mind a dizzying whirlwind of names and titles as she tried to label them by blood and reputation.


When the prisoner was brought forward by the Erilaz and her uncle, she felt the shiver start anew. Part thrill, part trepidation, and a morbid fascination compelled her to watch as the woman struggled only for her thrashing to cease as she was brought before their antler-crowned queen. Wisteria lingered back in the pines, her height allowing her to see from the shadows. The water rushed and churned, splashing and coating their fur in thick droplets and find mist. She crossed her arms to guard against it and looked on.

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Standing tall among the trees, watching from a distance, Grievous wondered at the spectacle of it all. He had known from the wounds Idrieus returned with and her new duties guarding the prisoner that something was afoot.

Now exposed in bondage, the woman who was brought before their Boss was an ugly echo as to her nobility. Had this been what Lokr looked like in the end, when Salvia and Elphaba chased him from their lands? Grievous did not know. There had been secrecy there. It was something that his cousins maniplated in their own ways, and something so public like this was intended as a message, the same way Loki Helsi's death was.

Had it been her, then? In his heart he had long suspected her involvement in earlier killings.

He hoped his fiance felt justified. Idrieus had suspected something foul from the beginning.

Someone in the crowd hissed something, but most of the gathered were stern and silent. Grievous found himself looking for Elphaba, who stood at the head with her pale face serious and grim.


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OOC: Till, Helena, Mekhl, and Dirge come in this post, but it can be assumed that all the older Ulrich children are here, with the exception of the newest children. (Stelmaria, Chester, Spartacus, Freyja, & Baie should be present.) WC: 919


We are the victims but we are also the crime





Things had begun to settle around the Ulrich household with the birth of the new pups. Till had been happy as always with the arrival of new pups, but the more he looked at the newborns, the more he began to think things about the validity of him being the only sire of the children. They were all pretty normal looking, as they could have been, but there had been two of them that were a few shades brighter of pelt than he was comfortable with. Their pelts were not a dusty red, like Mekhl's, or like Helena's and rather they were much like a rusty red that was not common in Till's family, and by extension, Helena's.


He mulled over this for days, but it would likely be months before he could prove anything about the lineage of the children, and for now, he just needed to act as if nothing was wrong, and that's what he did. He was happy when he saw the children, around Helena, but once he wasn't, the seriousness of the situation did sink in and the young Dirge could tell that his father was thinking about something. As Till sat upon his favorite chair and he stroked his cat that sat upon his lap, Dirge had come to sit across from Till and he looked at the male with his bright green and purple eyes.

You seem a big preoccupied, father. Is there something that is wrong? Dirge asked Till, whom looked up at the boy with icy cosmic eyes. There was a smile that settled on Till's face that was unsettling, even to the boy who had seen it all his life. Dirge felt his hairs stand on edge on his back as he looked at Till, and Till looked back without the warm shifting of the cosmos in his eyes. No, my son, everything is just fine. he told the youth as he continued to stroke the feline upon his lap and the same smile still settled on his pink lips.



Howls echoed throughout the kingdom and it called all to it, and Till was not one to ignore the call. He slowly got from his chair with his cat in hand and he looked to Dirge. He nodded to his son before he went off and got dressed in his bobcat skirt and Ondine's shirt and vest that he had gotten so long ago. Once he was ready, he started to head towards the Great Falls, but was called back into the Ruins by his mate. He turned around and paced back and sighed lightly as he walked along towards the Tower, where he would be greeted by Phobos, as he readied Helena's horse, Nani. Till looked to Phobos and nodded to him as he went up to go to Helena's bed. He did not know what made her so eager to come to the meeting in her condition, but he was happy enough to oblige. Once he came to her side, she reached to him silently, and wrapped an arm around his neck while he bent down and picked her up.

Till easily carried Helena and when he finally made it down to the bottom floor, he was greeted again by Phobos, whom opened the front door for them and helped with getting Helena on top of Nani. Please care for ze children, Phobos. Helena told the Serf. Phobos nodded his head and bowed to them lightly before he headed back up into the tower to be a comforting presence for the four small pups. Till did not speak before Helena took control of her horse and started off towards the Great Falls.


Once they passed the Old Wall once more, Till grabbed Tal and rode along with Helena. Till did not speak the entire ride, which was long and boring for both himself and Helena, but this did not mean that Till was not smiling, no, he did wear a wide smile upon his maw, because he had heard rumors from within the Ruins of the wailing cries that they all heard, and he could only imagine that the Inquisition had come to a close and Andrew had lost. He had tried to strike the Ulrich Patriarch down and instead he only grew stronger. Helena had not stopped the tongue of the coyote, and while he was disappointed in the woman, he would not speak to her on the subject once more. If Andrew came out of line with the Warden once more, there would be hell to pay, and no one would stop him. Not even the Boss.


While they rode along, Till thought about the demise of Andrew Winthrop and he still wore his silent smile. They easily rode up the mountain and to the Great Falls, and arrived just as Delfina had given up in fighting her restraints and she was looking out towards the crowd. Till came to let his horse wade within the water some paces ahead and he came up next to his sons, in which Coaxoch was joined by Mekhl, and Dirge. Till saw the tenseness in his eldest's shoulders, his balled fist, and when his eyes roamed over his son, he turned his cosmic gaze to Elphaba, and the smile that had faded for only a moment had returned with a sharp glisten of his aged teeth.

They all would pay for questioning the Honor of House Ulrich.


Dirge Speaks, Helena Speaks



And the only one who can judge us is the earth in time




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Stone the innocents, Know they deserve it.
Rejoice in carnage, Know they deserve it!
Mark my words, Retribution will never come.

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When a loud voice speaking of injury and an unidentified woman as the perpetrator, she had known something was coming; yes, something. Not a trial—a surprisingly civilized affair consisting of questions asked and answered—but not this either. Delfina’s guilt had been predetermined.


Whether she’d killed the Crone, no one could possibly know, but the attempted murder of an unidentified woman among them was enough. She looked for signs of abuse in the throng of people and came away with only a vague impression; nonetheless, it was enough for all of them. Few, if any, would mourn for the mad Heiwa woman.


In time she might be spoken of in the same way the Mad King was, or the Pentiti.


Idly, she wondered what Salsolans would call her.


Salsola’s strongest strung out in a line, bringing forth the woman who’d caused so much grief and suffering. From her vantage point, Clem could see little; wary of the rushing water, she’d allowed others to press onward. Peering over hunched shoulders, she gleaned only an impression. Thrown forward, she looked like a snake under the smoldering gaze of a mongoose.


Not knowing what else to do, Clementine had prepared for this in much the same way one might for the Last Supper. Combing her hair until it shone, she put it up out of her face in a carefully coiled bun. She wore black; black furs, a black shift. It was not a sad day, but it wasn’t a good one either. Some would be happy to see a once vibrant and capable woman brought low, but Clem wasn’t one to relish this.


Looking briefly for those she knew, her attention returned time and time again to the woman who was nearly prostrate in the skirling waters. Battered and bloody, she didn’t look like a woman who was capable of such violence; none of them were, really, and yet there were few here now who didn’t know how to take a life as well as defend their own.


There was insanity there; being the favorite child of an overly ambitious mother came with a price.


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Aidan stood impassively amongst his pack. The spectacle of the scene before the coyote was almost lost to him as he pondered that thought. The turmoil of events had, for the most part, passed Aidan by. Of course, he’d known of what had been occurring, but he felt little stake in anything occurring. Very recently though the his in pack had begun to settle itself upon him, beginning to worm its way into his mind, and perhaps more importantly, his heart. The sensation of it was strange, and not entirely comfortable, though for now Aidan was happy to gingerly feel the shape of it as it began to take root.

It was only as Aidan released himself from his reverie did he notice the shouts. The accompanying scent of Luperci blood made his stomach growl sharply, but if the cries did not hide it, then surely the sound of the falls would mask it.

Delfina was known to Aidan, and as she was dumped before Salsola’s Queen, the coyote’s gaze followed her. It was Delfina who had found him that night, brawling with drunken Luperci. She had made no move to help, but had been contented to watch him dispatch them. It had been the female kneeling in the frigid water that had told him of this pack, and who had sponsored his membership.

A spark of unease made Aidan shift his weight. It was the same feeling he often had when a drunken lupuerci’s gaze settled on him in a bar. It was the sort of feeling that let Aidan know it was perhaps best to leave. As Aidan’s tongue flicked out and moistened his nose, he spared a glance for the tall female who had been his sparring partner over the past weeks. Out of all the members in the pack, she had been the one he’d spent the largest part of his time with, and he still bore the bruises to prove it.
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Many of the shadowy assemblers wore expressions of concern and confusion. This was unsurprising. The condemned woman had been placed on high guard after her explosive attack on Kamari, though her rabid shrieks and ranting had pierced the sullen air every night since.


Elphaba had forced herself to patience, something that did not come naturally to her. It was important that the spy was rested enough to attend the trial, and a few days of imprisonment had blunted Delfina's bladed tongue somewhat.


Not all who attended the summons bore perplexed faces. There was a current of tension running through them, and anger radiated visibly from some. It was a strange double-sided fury; Those who knew were ready to see bloodshed, an eye for an eye. What had been done to one of their elite would soon be repatriated. Some wore their anger as a selfish thing, misdirected for their own inconveniences. The Ulrich clan gathered like a glowering stormcloud, Till at their center.


Elphaba's eyes passed over his garish smile. She looked unaffected.


Truly, those who wore the greatest aggravation were those who grieved, those who felt that they had lost something to the wretched woman who slumped in the shallows. The family of Loki, of Ondine, and of Kamari. Theirs was a righteous condemnation.


Wearing only the grace of the Law and a golden-tine crown, Elphaba let their emotions flow over her. She was resolute. She was fire, water, and stone.


"My Family," The sharpness of her voice cracked like thunder over the roar of the great falls. "I have summoned you to bear witness to the trial of Delfina Heiwa, daughter of Isabella Heiwa; She who has attacked an Inquisitor with intent to kill, with intent to silence," The woman was sneering up at her. Elphaba's lip lifted in disgust.


"She who murdered her own sister."


The rushing water reflected a broken mirror image of the accused. Upside down, Delfina's sneer looked like a heinous grin.


For the first time since her incarceration, Elphaba addressed the woman directly. "Speak now in defense of your actions, before the Law is passed against you. Have you anything to say to save yourself? Why did you kill the fallen Seer - why did you curse the Sanctum? Why did you orchestrate Loki's death? Confess! CONFESS!"

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So came the cries of the guilty, for the honest always feared nothing.

The Heiwa woman, no more an object than a name, a woman he'd not met and now did not concern himself with the notion of missing the opportunity. Shaamah's shadow stood tall in the trees, met with few others as grandeur as him, but some moreso in rank than stature. His roots had not grown so deep as of yet to be wounded by such traitorous acts, but it garnered the attention that Salsolan's were not to be trusted. It curled inside of him, vibrating in his mind as the falls thundered in his chest. Quietly his eye followed the woman, naught for but a moment, before his sights set upon Elphaba as she waded into the algid waters. Delfina did not matter to him. Her crimes against Salsola would be sought to.

Shaamah already knew her fate. A king once, her death wasn't the object here. It was whether she'd cave, if she'd admit she was wrong and curl beneath Elphaba's feet. They dragged a dead woman to the Queen, and as she no longer fought her bounds and silenced her curdling calls, even she knew this to be true. What she would admit to, however, would be nothing but noise in the soldier's ears.

It was Elphaba that he concerned himself with. It was in her eye at the very moment they'd met he knew her kindness to be more a debt than a gift, as it should be. It was her rule, and how she made it, that would speak for herself as a leader bred with ruthless force to those that opposed her. What she would choose to do here, would lay claim as to whether his bee-line for a Guardian status was a proper path. Keep the keen close, because while familiarity might breed contempt, it also provided a useful alibi.

Her words rang out over the water, over the trees and through the sky. Words, tipped with the venom of disgust from lungs that called out. Elphaba's face, despite her seemingly civil ways, became feral. Was it emotion that tugged at her edges? Shaamah's eye narrowed as he peered into her, diving into her eye as she bore disgust upon Delfina. It was not his impression that she would lose herself to something to volatile and reckless as 'the moment.'

Blue, then swept over the crowd amid him. Steps forward were taken, lifting him out of the shadows cast by trees. His excuse for the sweep of his eyes? Insurance. From there, he saw Kamari stood free of Krios, her damage apparent in her carriage. Helena, amid those he only knew by the name of. Her face bore her fury. Gaze passed through the other Salsolan's there, his eyes only finding Kaeli last.

The woman's proposition stood fast between them, but it wasn't above him to gauge her as he did the rest. Her fists, unsure, her eyes, livid, and her growl only known by the lift of her throat as the waters had stolen her sound. She was wrought with ire. His bridge wrinkled, but stoic features returned to him as Elphaba was found in his eye. It seemed to all here that there was excitement within them, be it rage, fear, or delight. The Boss was feeding this fire of raw, twisted emotion and all her pawns seemed to be playing a part. From the outside, in, it was a sight to behold for a man who had ruled so long ago. What control she did have over her people.

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Her eyes locked heavily on the girl whose blood was shared between them, diluted through mothers and fathers that were not the same. But they were the same, and that was the greatest sin that ever walked the earth. A daughter of a Revlis both, one ruled and one was ruled over. A crime against the bloodline, thought the manic woman, soaked to the knees in cold river water. A crime against her flesh. And her lips would die cursing the woman who was shattering the memories of the past with her foolishness.

Confess? Freely. But Delfina was not about to give the girl everything she wanted in life.

She straightened her back, ignoring the sensation of damp that lingered about her like an unpleasant vapor. She sniffed, haughtily, and everyone could see the proud, ugly creature that lived within the woman's soul.

You play at being so in control, little priestess, a remnant of a prestigious bloodline. You put on such airs, forgetting what man your father was, what woman your mother was, and you pretend to be a chosen of your grandfather, your grandmother. She did not let her eyes waver from the woman who was her niece. But I will indulge your theatrics, your little show. I'll shame myself before you if that is what will please our Majesty, so high upon her thorny throne, she cooed out, her voice lowering, as though to a lover.

I killed my foolish sister as her usefulness to us ended. I killed her husband because he was never one of us to begin with. And I came to purge Salsola of the slave's child who rose so high while you let your blind affection cover your eyes. Then, she smiled, starting to laugh. But I did not kill Loki. A true subject of the Goddess, her chosen of the earth, why would I do such a thing? You ought to look to those who had their troubles for him rather than a single mad woman. Or are you afraid that there is more that you do not control, little priestess? Her eyes widened, the whites showing, and her teeth glinted as she tasted blood on her tongue.

Delfina continued to laugh, a low, long laugh. She shot her head back and laughed to the sky.

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In all but a moment, Delfina Heiwa changed.


What before had been an open, gaping wound of madness now congealed itself into some other form. The woman straightened and met her eye. A chill ran through Elphaba, though the water did not douse her and the wind did not caress her.


There was something there, in Delfina's eyes - something looking out at her from the skull within. Something familiar. Something Revlis.


Then the convicted woman spoke. Words slithered serpentine from her toothy jaws, barely audible above the rushing crescendo of the falls beyond. Fury contorted the young queen's face, marring it. At her sides, her hands curled into vicious clawed hooks.


Delfina began to laugh. The worst was yet to come.


I did not kill Loki, she lamented, and it was the first true thing she had said.


The woman's laughter turned rancid in Elphaba's ears, droning like beady black flies to swarm the rotted cores of late-season fruit. So much decay, she thought, looking upon the noble-woman as she sank into her madness. So much waste. The anger inside her gut was burning so brightly she thought she might see it if she looked down, incandescent and fleshy beneath the firm line of her stomach, like looking at fire through the thin skin of one's hand.


She would have killed Delfina herself, let the river run red with blood. One look at O'Riley's face proved that he would not stop her - perhaps he would join her, and Brocade as well, and all those who stood nearest the banks. They would fall to their hands and the clothes would tear from their bodies and they would feast on this traitor till the screams ceased and the water swirled black around them.


All it would take was one command. But here was the difference between them.


She felt the madness, but did not let it control her.


The fury fell from Elphaba's face like a mask. She was expressionless beneath, perfect like a marble carving, cold as ice. "Mille morti e mai ti riposerai. Your goddess has abandoned you to your madness. So too will we leave you, never to burn in the holy fire, never to join our ancestors in the dark forest. In the longest sleep you will be sister-less. Family-less. You will be alone, with only your madness to keep you." The curse grounded her, solidified the danger of her intent.


She gestured for one figure to approach. It was Krios, who had waited all this while beside his wounded wife. In his hands he held their treasonous father's bow.


"Delfina Heiwa," At her sign, the two strong men dragged their prisoner as close to the edge of the great falls as they dared. Elphaba spared her halfbrother a single forceful glance; That he be the executioner of her will was only fitting. He was strong enough for this duty, she was certain. "I sentence you to death."

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Krios watched them throughout their exchange, his hands tightening into fists to the point of aching. Yet, he never loosened his fingers as he watched his aunt put on her airs of nobility, marveling that she could so readily turn on that grace despite the position she was in. Or was it because of the position she was in? The woman was mad, clearly, and he had never much cared for her.

His mother had fallen at her hands and she admitted to it publicly, but denounced the accusation of her murdering their Crone. His lips tightened. Did he trust her suggestion? But it seemed true. Delfina had clearly had a personal reason to - for lack of a better term - execute her sister. There was scant connection between her and Loki, so it made a sick sort of sense. It just left everything wide open, but at least he knew without a doubt that his mother's shade would rest easily knowing that this was the end that came for her tormentor.

Somehow the bow was in his hand when Delfina and Elphaba's speeches stopped. Their Queen of Thorns gestured to him and he went without hesitation, his features stiff and steely. He watched, eyes locking on the woman as they brought her to the edge of the falls. She seemed to accept her fate but did not help them with their burden, choosing to let them hoist her into place with a sneer. Her acidic gaze never seemed to leave Elphaba's face.

He stepped close. There was no way to miss at such a range, a scant handful of yards separating him and the mad murderess. Finally, his aunt turned her gaze onto him and smiled, knowingly.

How fitting a son of Lokr will end a daughter of Sirius. The spawn of Lokr are cursed, for the blood of the Pentiti is more corrupt and impure than mine! declared Delfina, proudly, loudly, sharp and clear over the sound of the rushing water. It struck like a knife to his heart but he was too frozen in his soul to let it stop him.

He had pulled a trio of dark feather arrows - crow feathers and had one against the string when the last of her words echoed out, and he drew back the bow that his father had bequeathed him. Cursed or not, he pulled it far and let it go, the sharp twang reverberating and his fingers vibrating from the force of the bow. The arrow protruded from Delfina's chest and she looked stunned, despite the smile on her face as she accepted the judgement.

Her head turned upward and she laughed faintly between gasps for air as the second and third arrow thudded into her chest as well, puncturing the lungs as the heart struggled. Blood pooled at her lips as she gurgled in her laughter. Between those attempts to gather air, she seemed to sigh, happily content in her madness. Goddess... Accept your.. holy.. seer, she muttered as she choked on blood.

He did not waste more arrows on his aunt. She seemed to grow limp in the sturdy hands that held her and her stringy hair fluttered in the breeze as her head lolled back.

Somewhere in the crowd, an old woman heaved a massive sigh of disappointment as she leaned on her walking stick, her only granddaughter holding her free hand tightly as they watched the last of Isabella's daughters die.

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In the end, the woman who believed herself god-touched, the murderer, she cast her own curse upon them before she died.

The trial was a farce, as far as O'Riley was concerned. He had been easily convinced as to the conspiracy that had played out behind the newlyweds' door. It had taken him a long time to fully consider that the parts of them that would be attacked would be so close to his own position.

Elphaba promised him that they were living on solid ground. O'Riley believed in this as he believed in no other gods. Together they had come to power by means of violence and since defended it with such. He was reassured that their path was the righteous one. It was the only one.

Delfina exposed more than he cared to know. O'Riley looked to Elphaba, but soon his eyes fell back to the archer.

Krios shot her three times. This was a holy number.

Each time these struck Delfina the force of it ran up his arm. He thought about the people they had lost – their Seer, blinded by loyalty to family and killed for it, and her husband, a convenient victim of circumstance. What had he done when he seen her? Believed her, despite his doubts, because this was what Family did.

O'Riley looked at the assembled, this grand mass of people that was the Thistle Kingdom, and saw unrest.

This wouldn't be the end of things, no.


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This is your fate



Till did not bother to dismount, even as his children filed one by one to find their way to his side. Once his favorite child had come to the horse's side and looked up at his father with his bright eyes of crimson, Till looked down at the child, and then grabbed his hand to hoist him to be perched on his lap, in between himself and the trial. Till would monitor his families, and make sure that they all watched until the very end, for this was their proof that his teachings were true, that even a nobleman by name could be executed in front of the eyes of the pack. This was a pivotal moment for not only himself, but for the rest of the Ulrich family.

Till had been proven innocent, yet again, and the Heiwas, at fault for culling their own kind. This in itself was okay, though, and Till had no qualms with the outcome of this Inquisition. They had found him to be innocent of the crime of murder, and they should, for as long as he lived, for he was no murderer. At least, he was not, now. To them, he never would be. As the Trial finally began, Till's eyes were unflinching as he caught the eyes of Elphaba gaze over him as if to say "I told you so" in her own snobby way. This too, was fine. She had nothing to prove to him. Till's smile stayed on his maw, and as the Spider Queen took stance on why Delfina was here, bloodied and bruised and in front of the entire Family. Till's sparkling eyes turned to Delfina to look the disgraced witch over as she was commanded to Confess, and when she did, Till felt his ears swing to the side of his head in a slightly aggressive nature, but he still smiled widely. He never held much respect for the lost child of Revlis and Heiwa, but he had a feeling that they might have been two beings cut from the same cloth, should they had ever talked. There was little sorrow in his heart, and when she laughed, he only held back the urge to join her in her maniacal laughter.


His bright eyes of the cosmos turned back to Elphaba then, whom turned to Delfina and placed a curse upon her, chanted in words of Old. Till's ears shot forward and his tail started to wag slightly as he felt his horse start to get restless beneath him and she shifted her weight. Elphaba sentenced the witch to death, and with it, came forward her half-brother as executioner. How disappointing.


His smile did not fade even as Krios stepped forward with the cursed bow in his hands. Surprising, that Elphaba let him keep the iconic bow with a dragon's head. Till knew that bow more than Krios ever would. Till was jealous that it had been given to Krios. It was a disappointment that another bastard carried the right to have it over the Bastard who was the owner's ward for so long. Till leaned forward ever so slightly as he looked at all parties involved, with his gaze only flickering to his children as each of them held their own reactions of fear, indifference, worry, anger. Somewhere along the plethora of children, he heard a whisper from Dirge, to one of his younger siblings.


"Don't look away...Father will know."


And Till would know.

Thunk, gurgle, gasp, Thunk, gasp, ha-ha-ha, gasp, ha-ha-ha, Thunk, gasp, ha-ha-ha, gasp, gurgle.

Till still smiled as his eyes watched the woman take her final breaths, but he did not make a sound in reaction. He looked from Delfina as she drew her last breaths, to each of his children, and noted that his youngest Freyja, a innocent, did cover her eyes, while the others watched the death in seething anger. Till looked back up to Elphaba, with his wide smile and a small chuckle in his throat as he suddenly pulled the reigns on his horse to the right and he urged the mare to move on. He didn't wait for his wife, he didn't wait for his children, he simply let his horse move through the water and once her hooves made it to the shore, he urged her to trot on.

Till was not waiting to be dismissed, and he specifically avoided passing by Isabella to not rub salt in her wounds. How could she know that her blood was so tainted with madness like the women killed before them?

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Stone the innocents, Know they deserve it.
Rejoice in carnage, Know they deserve it!
Mark my words, Retribution will never come.

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A decree had been carried out - the sentence of death, and with it, a condemnation from the tongue of the damned. Delfina spoke her fault, and worse - of her lack of involvement with the death of the late Crone. A mild sneer crossed the lines of the Valentine's face - and watched whilst the archer purged her sin of her with a trio of well-placed shots.

It would've been easier for everyone had she just accepted it all with grace.

The unrest rippled through the gathered crowd on the heels of confession, Julius pulled to the water by the magnitude of it all - the pools had been chummed, the sharks expected their retribution. However, they had been hushed, quiet; Julius merely looked to the Queen, to the Erilaz, reading them for clues as much as the rest - but he could not, did not, doubt them.

Those chosen to lead by the Law, by all things considered Gods or Civility, lead for good reason. Even now, they stood strong.

Somewhere, off to the left, the throngs of the amassed Ulrich family stirred, and so too did the inky bile of Julius's stomach as he looked over, spying Till riding back through the water, sickly smiling in his own self-assurance, and his skin crawled. Helena was astride her own horse, head high, but her expression pinched.

She had come, at cost to herself. Julius came, silently bid, to his unwell mother, and rested a hand on her arm, before taking the horse's reigns, uttering soft apologies for transgressions as he sought to help the matriarch home where she should've been kept all along for her own health.


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