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Unfortunately, it's time for Phasma to go. I don't have the will to play her any longer and nor can I keep up with the amount of characters that I currently have. New jobs suck that way.
indentIt was odd, really, how life seemed to work. The raven woman had been walking peacefully through the lands early, content with her new life and finally pleased with the way that things worked. There was no stress here, nothing to cause her worry, and even now she had come to terms with the things that had happened previously in her life. There was a peace in the heart of the aging lady, one that she hadn't expected to ever come.
indentPerhaps that was why it had all come so peacefull. Perhaps that was why it had come at all. The woman lay still next to the fire and, though it warmed the room, it did nothing for the cold that was creeping over her body. It was painless, quiet, and it happened while the raven woman lay slumbering in the warmth and glow of the fire. Her body was pristine in the way it looked, almost like a doll crafted by a master doll maker. Her fur was smooth and shimmering, head laid carefully upon her paws, and tail curled around to help keep the warmth. It was obvious it was a peaceful death for wolf with a not-so-peaceful life.
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[html] No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
This is unexpected, and oh so sad ;;
Live every second like it was my last one
The days, the weeks, they all dragged on. Life was a dull existence, and maybe it was because she knew what was waiting on the outside - nearly half the beings she had come to love, and the ones in her family who she dreamed of loving- but she was stable, constant. Always here. She lived in cycles, cycles of activity in spring and summer, and she tapered off to hide in winter. Today she was determined to spend time with those that she did have here, and for the moment ignore those long gone. At least, that had been her goal as she exited her den and headed towards the community room. What she found there, however, caused her to stop and a small smile grew on her face. Phasma looked so peaceful, so content.
The careful mother approached the ebony female and gingerly reached out, touching the Beta's head in a loving sweep against her fur. What she felt was not the warm, vibrant feeling of life, it was the lukewarm ebbing of the flames Phasma was slumbering next to. Fatin nervously chewed her lip, eyes instantly beginning to water, softly, carefully she called out her voice nothing more than tentative whisper "Phasma?" Silence. And she knew the girl wouldn't just ignore her. The still of her chest, the silence when amongst the crackle of the fire there should have been steady exhales. Fatin knew, and yet would not accept. The mother wolf whined softly, perhaps the most animal like impulse taking over her, her action guided by instinct rather than just her heart. She wrapped her body carefully around the girl and cried freely and fully. And finally, as the tears slowed, she released the cry of mourning, a symphony of sadness that reached the very depths of her packlands to announce to all of their members that they had lost n ot only their Beta, but a member of their family. |
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Very sad indeed.
[html] There was a certain chill in the air that the young Valiant could not shake on that particular day. A chill that the philosopher in him would have recognised to be the touch of death laying a heavy blanket down to smother the selfishness that had crept into their skins. Where he had been for a considerable part of the loosely timed day hadn't mattered when he had heard such a poignant sound that struck hard and fast into the marrow of his bones. It drew him swiftly from where he had been, the chill following him tightly like a vice. Logically, he knew that death was always just a stone's throw away from their daily lives. They always went through a selfish phase of flailing through five steps of learning to let go. But he missed the first few without even realising it.
What lied before him when he had arrived at the scene did not entirely register at first. But when it had, he struggled to find something to say. His mouth opened, but his throat seized up instantly; leaving only a ragged, shaky breath to escape soundly into the silence that he heard. His mouth felt dry and his tongue seemed even more foreign. A pain in his chest ached as though it had renewed vigour from when he had first left his seaside home so many months ago; a figure whom he remembered fondly was now gone in a blink of an eye. There were so many things that he had wanted to tell her about, so many things that he wanted to learn about that now all of it became meaningless the moment that he realised what all of the fuss was about. A certain sort of weakness overcame him and he gripped the wall and leaned against it, bowing his head in the shadows and letting his bangs mask the vivid expression in his eyes. Eyes that had lost their focus on the picture seconds ago, clouded and blurred by thought and sorrow.
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A howl cut through her own misery and she lifted her head from the blankets. It was laced with such pain, such grief. Her own unstable sanity clarified for a moment, and she stood. She moved slowly to where the cry had issued from.
What she saw was not what she'd expected to see. Pain laced through her frail body as her bi-colored eyes played over the tragedy unfolded in front of her. So few adults from Syemv were left. What was left was the pups, who'd grown up now, and herself. She felt the severing completely, leaving her heart achingly stark. Phasma was gone.
She released her own pained cry, an already grieving soul diving deeper into sorrow. Phasma, dear phasma....was gone. [/html]
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A restless spirit could well have taken possession of this small girl, who was chasing snowflakes at the time. Frenzied, as if the faster and more out of breath she could become the more sense everything made. The pained cries had her skidding to a stop, and her heart skipped a beat. That was Fatin's voice - her mother was suffering. Terrified, she dashed for the entrance and downwards, slowing with each step as she felt a deeper cold than ever before douse her very bones. The shock of arriving at the tragic scene took her a stage at a time. Her mother was right there in the firelight; why was no one trying to help, if she was hurt? This was another kind of pain, she understood, but how so - what was this heartache? Then, eyes settling on the dark and still figure, the little wolf gasped in horror. What had happened here, she would have wondered - but Phasma was already gone. Nothing else mattered to her any more. Legacy had not known her well, but the woman had been here helping to lead this pack for a short while, she had been admired, loved, she was part of the family. Fatin had loved her so much, and the teary-eyed wolf's anguish distressed Legacy still further. Her own tears brimmed as she reached a paw to touch her mother's arm, though she didn't know whether she could be of any comfort. [/html]
If it wasn't bad enough for him to lose Shadow and then to lose his own children, he was having thoughts about leaving his mate, he would have much time to maw that over. Hunting always gave him a reason not to be around her, not to be around any one, to live out in the lands, and sleep in the lands only coming in to drop off food, He hadn't wanted to be seen by any one, nor did he stop to find any one, every thing was fine wasn't it? Deuce was allowed to drink her misery away, while he worked his misery away. It what every strong male should do wasn't it?
Today he had made a drop off, and now he was going though the food pile, pulling out last day's kill and adding to more. He was going to have to have a new thread with the new Jager, and teach him about the pile and the system that he had worked into it. The black male looked to the pile, it was slowly getting better, after the pack hunt the members where filled for a few days, it made the male happy to see that things where starting to look up for the pack. Hearing the howl the male knew it couldn't be happy....the sound of the female leader voice stated otherwise. The male left the pile, unsorted for the first time since taking on the rank. Seeing the gathering he didn't want to know, but it nagged him till he moved to see the black mother of his laying there dead....he was floored, as he sat down. Yet again he was with out a mother, both of them where now dead.
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Endymion couldn't remember what he was doing before he heard his mother's anguished cry. It didn't matter either. All he knew, all that mattered at that moment was that he had to get to Fatin. The two-year-old had not heard his mother in that much pain since... he didn't want to remember. The Jager's heart was in his throat as he bounded from his den and into the dark corridor.
What had happened? Had one of his sisters or brothers gotten hurt? Was Fatin hurt? Or was it another pack member? Running as fast as his bipedal legs could carry him, he rounded the corner into the community den and stopped abruptly. His heart became the floor as his eyes fell upon their Beta, and his mother's form cradling her. Questions of 'how' and 'why' would come to him later. All that was present was pain and the need to comfort his mother.
Walking past the other members, he kneeled beside Legacy, stroking her head briefly before wrapping an arm around their Queen Mother. "I'm here," he murmured softly.
Here for you, here for Phasma, here for Jaded Shadows.
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It was an unexpected call, one that had shocked Kieran out of his peaceful day dreaming. He had been laying quietly within his den, looking over his collected trinkets and trying to decide what to do with his spare time. Suddenly the pained cry echoed through the halls of the pack cavern, causing him to leap to his feet with concern. It was from their leader, a single announcement of her distress. Quickly, he made his way through the winding caves, worry speeding up his movements.
The sight that greeted him was a somber one. A few of his pack mates had already gathered around the fire, each one with a touch of sadness on their features. His hurried pace had slowed, subdued the atmosphere. He stopped as he reached the gathering, eyes finding the motionless figure Fatin held. Kieran inhaled quickly, revealing his shock as he realized what had happened. Phasma, the beta he had never gotten to know, had passed on. He lowered his gaze, whispering a nearly silent farewell to the lady.
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It had been unexpected. The distressing summons had beckoned to her from her den within the cave, and Tayui had entered to find a scene of somber tears and silent sympathy. Few said anything, and that which was said was a quiet murmur. She moved closer to the gathering, pausing as she heard Endyminion whisper something. She could not make out the words, but the feeling was there. The sorrow at having lost so valued a member of the pack, so loved a member of their family. Tayui remained in the background, lingering at the edge of the scene as she whispered her own words to the Beta.
She moved closer so she was standing beside Kieran, glancing at him quickly. She closed her eyes and continued to murmur quietly to herself, whispering all she knew about Phasma. Their Beta, friend, family, pack mate, leader, and mother to them all. She felt her heart clench as she whispered to herself, felt her insides churn in dismay. She clenched her hand, tightening it into a fist, then flexing her fingers, exhaling with a shuddering breath. Phasma was gone.
She moved, walking closer to the still form of Phasma and Fatin. She kneeled beside Fatin, placing one hand on her shoulder. She said nothing, but kept her hand on the other Alpha's shoulder, silently supporting her.
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Noise, the instinctual sense of something gone, and Tristan soon found the cause of the commotion. The majority of the pack, the majority he did not know, was gathered around the body of a female he had not so long ago found a friend in. Tristan remained behind the crowd, silent, and after a moment turned and left. This family was not his—he felt, even now, a definitive wall. As an outsider, he had no right to insert himself in this private affair.
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