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Post by kahara on Aug 11, 2013 22:23:52 GMT -5
NERANTE, STATIC
[/i] He felt better, and maybe, so did Static. He began to double check the area -- did he leave anything behind? After a thorough check, he decided it was all cleaned. Nothing had been left behind. Nerante stood and looked away, headed out of the den, and began to head for the throne. Funeral would be there, no doubt. He deserved to know Static had passed -- though Nerante would not dare mention how. No one would know. Not ever. And that flame inside would grow.[/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Silverfang on Aug 11, 2013 22:36:43 GMT -5
The King had settled just beside the Throne; thinking, observing, and eventually relaxing. Much had gone on; that was certain. As the land turned cool under night's watch, the Quetzalcoatl settled.
Even as Nerante approached he seemed to stay at a very relaxed stance. His ears perked softly and slightly as he approached, most likely with the news of the injured.
His expression seemed.. grave, yet relaxed. In assumption, the King only thought the worst for one or more of their kin.
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Post by kahara on Aug 11, 2013 22:39:28 GMT -5
NERANTE, ODYSSEIA
[/i] His tone soft. "Kazbek and Carnal should be well. Their injuries were the most severe of the pride of what I've seen, but that's not who I come to you about. It's Static. She's.. passed on, sir. The blood loss and damage to her head was too much."Odysseia rested nearby. Within listening range of the throne. She couldn't sleep and had hoped to speak to Funeral again, but Nerante beat her to it -- and by the sound of it, he had no good news to share. [/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Silverfang on Aug 11, 2013 22:45:59 GMT -5
His own air of relief was flushed through his body and mind as he was informed of his daughter and Kazbek's safe healing process. But he knew there was another; Static.
He let out a small sigh, frowning gently. "I don't doubt that you gave her all you could. I hope you feel no guilt. Thank you for your services, Nerante. I'm sure Static feels much better." He nodded toward him. "Come morning, we will perform a vigil." His voice was low yet soft and barely above a whisper. "Thank you." He repeated, faintly aware of Odysseia's movement not far from where he had been resting.
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Post by kahara on Aug 11, 2013 22:50:59 GMT -5
NERANTE, ODYSSEIA
[/i] He knew that Static had been Funeral's granddaughter. Daughter of Former. The healer backed away and headed back for the den. Inside he went and down to Static's body. Past the sleeping Carnal, and presumably sleeping Kazbek. He leaned down and, with all of his strength, brought Static outside of the den. He rested her peacefully in the bedding just outside of the den; which was usually used for visitors. Then he cleaned out her den and grabbed some flowers from his mothers' stash and placed them around her body. As he lifted his head, he noticed the family returning from their hunt. Viciado noticed Static immediately, and placed the caught hares -- as did the others -- into a pile. They all headed into the portion of the den that served as their home, while Viciado was outside with Nerante as the young male explained what happened; a lie, of course, but Viciad was convinced. Odysseia waited until Nerante had gone and then got to her paws and approached Funeral quietly. She lifted her head to him. "So.. Static passed?" She asked quietly, her gaze flickered toward the healers den as they prepared for the morning vigil. [/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Silverfang on Aug 12, 2013 20:32:28 GMT -5
The King nodded in Nerante's direction as he left, catching just the muffled voices of those that had returned from the hunt. His attention was quickly switched to Odysseia's voice, and he turned to her. "Yes.. unfortunate news. But at least she passed close to home." He would much rather them pass with the company of family instead of on a battlefield; strewn and bloodied, the enemy intent on killing.
/probably didn't make sense I have headache
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Post by TheWG on Aug 12, 2013 20:55:01 GMT -5
Kazbek
Ears flickered as a commotion began in the den- not too much, but the sound of dragging. Slowly, his eyes opened in confusion, allowing moments for the watery blur to leave his eyes. Huh? Is that? A sudden coldness hit his body... A certain aura of sadness loomed within his den, and automatically the day felt as if it was going to be a gloomy day, and his pelt prickled with unease. He stood, giving a shifty look towards Carnal's den. Sleeping. He thought, yet didn't think to check Static's. Carrying on, he winced a bit as he padded to the main den- slowing himself and hissing at the pain of his healing wound.
As soon as his eyes glimpsed outside, a grim scene met him. "Oh no..." He mumbled, a bit awestruck at the sight of Static, laying stiff, poised with flowers being sprinkled around her... It could only mean one thing, but he had to be sure. He took many steps closer, analyzed the body, even reached out to nose her fur when the oppartunity came. Coldness. His nose drew back sharply. Sadness covered his face, and a heavy sigh escaped him... Kazbek, strong, a bit ambitious, very recently proud of his first killing; looked sad. But this was no loss of a traitor... It was the loss of a pride mate, one that he felt didn't deserve what she got. Somberly, he heading back into the den, delving deeper until he reached Carnal's den. Ever so gently to not disturb her wounded body, he nosed her to wake her. He was relieved that she was warm in contrast to their comrade... "Carnal, wake up... Something's happened."
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Post by kahara on Aug 13, 2013 16:42:39 GMT -5
CARNAL, ODYSSEIA
[/i] Odysseia didn't mind being on the lower level of the throne, but perhaps the king could use some company. The death of a pride member, let alone a relative, couldn't be something that even the king took lightly. Carnal mumbled in her sleep. Something about delicious pig on a stick covered in something called wheat. Kazbek soon woke her though, the gentle prod, and she lifted her head sleepily to look at him. "Huh?" She mumbled through tired eyes. "Wassit?"[/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by TheWG on Aug 13, 2013 20:19:28 GMT -5
Kazbek
As she awoke, a bit of humor stirred on his face; but it was clouded quickly. As much as he wanted to make light of the situation, there was really no way to do so, he sighed. "Carnal, one of our pride mates has passed away." He muttered, blue optics passing a look towards the main den; hoping inwardly that Carnal had overcome the quarrels that her and the lioness apparently had a while back to come out and mourn her, and not be mad at him for waking her either. It seemed like a important enough issue, by far, so he continued. "...It's Static. The others are starting to mourn outside, I think we should join. Out of respect..."
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Post by Silverfang on Aug 15, 2013 0:27:22 GMT -5
"If it's what you wish."
He remained silent, his voice low and hardly above a whisper as he closed his eyes and dipped his head. He had lost many family members; many kin before. This was no different, but the pang of loss he knew so well refused to fade no matter how many times he outlived others as they left and faded away into memory.
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Post by Caylis on Aug 15, 2013 7:03:14 GMT -5
Rose had approached the scene and noticed everyone gather around Static's lifeless body... oh no.. the red 'ess sighed lowly and dipped her head in respect for the loss of the dead member, her relative. She was near Funeral in case he needed anything. Daughter of Former.. hm.. then that must've meant that Static was a third cousin of hers. Such a shame that she hardly had a chance to meet her, belly showing that she was pregnant and was expecting cubs soon.
Caylis made her way about, a sad look on her face to see her son mourning a pride member.. she smiled sadly, made her way over to him and nuzzled him in comfort before lowering her head in mourning.
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Post by Jason on Aug 15, 2013 17:00:38 GMT -5
Alfwin had become more pained as time went on, due to his wounds. The had become infected. It was easy to tell from the angry, swollen scabs which occasionally oozed puss. His expression was far from pleasant, as he had no desire to seek help, but he had to, lest he lose the ability to walk. He had been avoiding most others, though Raegan's new friend, Adelaide, had taken an interest in him. He did not mind the tigress, as she was very quiet, and no silence seemed strange with the female. She seemed very capable as well. He remembered her presence on the day his father had died. He caught himself wishing that the female had been his mother, rather than Brynneth. Any female would have been better.
The demonic shook his head and growled. "No sentiment for the wicked," he hissed under his breath as he approached the healers' den. His saw a female lying, surrounded by flowers. He tilted his head at first. "Oh, shit," he murmured, realizing the Meurtrier member was quite dead. Still, he doubted his shoulder could wait much longer. He limped forward a bit more looking for Viciado or Nerante. "Excuse me," he grumbled, the young adult stuck in his foul mood.
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Post by kahara on Aug 15, 2013 17:52:36 GMT -5
ODYSSEIA, CARNAL, NERANTE, VICIADO
[/i] Odysseia dipped her head and slowly moved to make her way up and near Funeral. Once comfortably seated, she looked out toward the den in which some had come over to mourn. The sun hadn't even begun to rise and those awake were already there. Though it wasn't a surprise. Some did late night hunting. Others just liked the starry sky over the sunny one. Odysseia had been on a patrol of sorts with her brother. No La Morte scent anywhere. She placed her head on her paws and stared out at the deceased and mourning. Viciado had been organizing some herbs and preparing her nest for sleep when someone came in. At first she thought they may have been here about Static, but Viciado could offer nothing on that. As she turned, it became clear that was not the case. The age healer frowned deeply and, if she could, would have tapped her paw-fingers against the ground with irritation. "Nerante." Her voice was low but it was for her son to come over. And he did so rather quickly. "Nerante, escort this young man down to a den," She turned her head to Alfwin. "Those are infected. I don't need to see it to know it. Down with you, follow Nerante, he'll give you a den and I'll apply what's needed to see that you're healed. You're not leaving until you're better." Her tone, though soft, was also fierce. Like a mother's.[/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Jason on Aug 16, 2013 9:59:12 GMT -5
Alfwin winced slightly when he was noticed and hopped forward a bit more. Viciado was quick to appraise him, which was slightly surprising. But this was all they did. As the female began speaking, he was unsure if he should feel irritated or relieved. Her annoyance was not lost on the attentive assassin. Was it really so unusual that others would not want help? His ear went flat against his head as he felt reprimanded and continued forward after Nerante. He had never met the male, only seen him in passing, thus he was unsure what to think of him. Something seemed a bit strange causing his features to become impassive. Alfwin rarely showed suspicion or even disclosed it. He was very instinctive. But he was not one to judge. He rattled his brain for what he had heard about the male. Cubs, mate, Cocaine, all came to mind. But he did not involve himself deeply in Meurtrier's affairs. Perhaps he should change that as thus far he had very little on the male. The demonic continued to stare at Nerante, unabashed perhaps wanting such noticed.
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Post by kahara on Sept 5, 2013 9:12:31 GMT -5
NERANTE
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