Darkness Eternal

Strelein von Rosnete · 10-19-2012, 08:54 PM

tldr: Strel has died. He also has left in the first floor dining room a lot of clothes he did not want. Those are free to take. The clothes left in his rooms are off limits for the time being.
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Death of a Legacy

He lay still on the bed of furs. His will had been written though he had not seen Amaranth around lately. Ever since she had shared the secret of her children's father, he had kept the secret knowing he was dying. Strel smiled serenely as he reclined back against the wall, stacked high with pelts. His back was sore as he leaned against them with a sigh, tucking his hands into his lap. Fingers pulled out the tangles in his mane where they pulled at the necklace he had made years ago. He touched the cold beads and sighed, almost content as he blinked yellowed eyes at it. Roughly, he felt the edges on the leaf bead in the center. It was something he had kept on him before, always wearing it proudly. It never broke and he was happy it had survived his endeavors.

Gods, he was tired as he leaned back his head, the coolness easing the heat he felt on his skin. But it was cold too, running down his arms as the chill reached his fingers. He sniffed hard, not able to tell what the most overpowering smell in his room was. Was it booze or was it musk? Strel sighed, pressed the necklace to his chest, beads notches against his flesh. Memories washed over him, a light warmth that did not take away all the chill of the day. He pulled the thin linen blanket over himself, dressed well as always though much more well groomed than he had been in past days.

Silent tears ran down his face as he looked at the ceiling, thinking about Noss. He missed that bastard so much sometimes. He missed his strong, warrior arms now most of all, when he felt so tired and so cold all of a sudden. He missed the way the gray man would pull him close and they could lay quiet, though often the moment hardly lasted more than a few minutes. Now, he simply cried without a sound as he pressed the necklace tighter into his hand and into his flat chest. Noss.. bastard. How could you leave, he thought hard, mental voice strong and sturdy. If he had spoken, it would have cracked.

He shut his eyes, so tired, ill. Hunger had left him days ago and he could feel he was much more of a bag of bones and skin now than usual. The fading red hair fell across his face as he fluttered his eyes open and saw them. It had been much longer since he had treated it with his henna. Now, it was all paling to his natural brown. What a waste. And he knew that his will was a joke; he had no descendants. No one but his siblings who never came to find him. Left alone, he was, without any love to his name. Where were his friends? Gone. Where was his love, his mate? Gone. Where was his family? Who know; they never looked for him.

Oh god, he was tired. He shut his eyes again, weary as he breathed slow. He knew he was tired and there was still stuff to do. Stuff wasn't properly put away, things needed cleaning. Hell, he had a bottle of fine Caribbean rum left in his closet. Many of his clothes - most of them those he was not satisfied with or had not made himself had been left out for people to take. The rest were protected by his will; he had given it to the man who had claimed his standing in the pack. Silvano had taken it with silence. At least he was respectful and did not say more than he would honor it. Honorable, that's what that upstart was.

Things started to fade out as he withdrew into his memories. The coldness of his fingers faded and the warmth of the memories heated his face. A smile was starting to appear on the corners of his lips as his fist closed over the necklace. Tears still ran down his face as he thought of the man he still loved and still missed, even as his breathing slowed to a standstill.

Terra · 10-22-2012, 11:06 AM

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She didn't enter the hotel often anymore, still convinced that it was ready to collapse at any moment. Terra had come in today, only to find the smell of death. Her body stiffened as she followed it. Who had died? Faces of different members she knew flashed through her mind, sorrowing over each one. She didn't want any of them to die. Turning her head she peered in, drawing a sharp breath. Strel? Terra changed into optime form smoothly. Her balance changed as the bones twisted in her body, spine lengthening. Hurriedly she moved forwards, fingers still forming as she reached his side.

It was strange, discovering that she was surprised by this. Terra knew that he had fallen. He was no longer the leader that she'd met when she'd first joined the pack. He was nothing but a lowly omega. It still surprised her to realize that he really was done. There was nothing left of him. His red hair had been changing colors, and his body had just been wasting away. Terra didn't think it had been an easy death. Chilled at the sight she turned away. She would have to tell someone, get them to help her remove the body. It couldn't stay in the hotel. Leaving the room Terra lifted her head, letting out a mournful howl. She hadn't expected it, but now she had to move on.

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