TygerNight
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Post by TygerNight on Jun 8, 2009 16:29:37 GMT -8
*He noticed none of it. Not the soft sounds of weeping surrounding him, not the dozens and dozens of pyres that continued to appear in utter silence, not his once-son, still beloved, flashing past.
Because none of it mattered now. He was many things, he was a man-child, he was a husband, he was a son, he was a pain in the ass to many, and when Wyndi had raised him, he'd been decried as the Beast of the City. He'd chosen to take that name and wear it proudly, instead of hide from it in shame, and Wyndi had loved that.
Now she was gone. Farther than he had gone, there were no spells, no incantations, no deities to beg to bring her back.
With her, went his reason for continuing on. He loved his sire certainly, and very much so; but it had ever been Wyndi who'd been his rock, and his calm in the stormy sea of his unlife. Without her, battles ceased to matter, old and bitter feuds became petty and tawdry, unworthy of attention. She had been his soulmate, and his soul, had replaced his heart with her own, and though they'd severed, he'd drawn on her strength nonetheless.
Now all that was over. Shaar would be hit hard, it was a hard blow to lose a chylder, Seyda was proof of that; but Shaar had never been his reason to go on. His reason to return. His reason to lift his head and spit back the insults that so many heaped upon him, and rise against them. To stand and fight again, his motto had been 'fall down 7 times, get up 8', and her presence had been his driving force.
There were no words to convey the stark desolation of his heart, no sentiments that could justify the depth and breadth and purity of the love he'd had with Wyndcryer. Nothing that adequately spoke of the utter desolation he felt now. It was all he felt. Numb. And desolate. Empty as a discarded can, useless and directionless in a fog of unyielding grief.
That his Wyndi had been loved, he'd known; just as he'd known that the vast majority of the City hadn't understood why she'd fallen in love with him, the troublemaker, the vulgar insult-slinger, the arrogant boy who refused to show respect.
He knew she'd seen something inside him worth loving, whether he, or anyone else, could see it, was irrelevant to Wyndi, and they'd loved each other with a passion that stripped away the world for them when they were together. He'd hated to sever her, but her damned spy-thing in her clan was just too underhanded for him, even though he wasn't privy to what she truly did. She was a spy, had used his key and taken information, and he'd severed her.
What a tragic, incalculable mistake they'd made. He had grown ever colder within, even with his new wife, whom he loved dearly but only as a good friend. His heart belonged to Wyndi, his soul was hers to lift or destroy. And now she was gone, forever beyond the boundaries he might have punched through to retrieve her, as she had brought him back.
Scarlet tracked down pale cheeks to drip from his chin in an endless waterfall of misery, the boy's throat producing an almost feline, almost feral keening sound of profound and undiluted agony, a sound that rode the undercurrent of the soft sobbing that pervaded the City for blocks around.
He was lost. Without her. Without his heart, without his soul. His reason for existing was curled tightly in his fists, still streaked with dirt from the 'cave' he'd sheltered in, fine grains of the ash occassionally slipping from his white-knuckled grip on what remained of his cherished Wyndi.
He knew the pyres around him would retreat for the daylight hours, but he cared nothing of time; let the sun catch him in its butterfly net of searing heat and blinding light, what did it matter? If he sat there, the sun would end his heart-rending pain for him, and by the gods, he'd thought he could never hurt so badly as he did now. Shaar would grieve for him, yes, but she was stronger than he was, she'd move on, and sire others to take his place.
Silverblue orbs stared sightlessly at the pavement, seeing nothing, aware only of his agony, and numb to worldly concerns. He decided to flip a coin with Fate; he would sit there, and wait for the sun, and listen for his sire. If she could persuade him that there was anything worth surviving for, well... he'd think about it. He sincerely doubted there was an argument that could win over his crushing misery, but Shaar was persistent and patient, she was the only one with a chance of saving him from himself, and it was a slim chance, indeed. Slim as a reed in a hurricane.
Tyger poured out his sorrow, soul-deep and mind-numbing, to the night sky without thought, howls that shook the buildings like a tiger's roar, rolling over the City like the waves of anguish rolled over his empty soul.*
((This isn't to put any pressure on T/Shaar; it's to leave me an opening should I decide my choice to kill Tyger off was made in haste and pain, and wish to reverse it. >.<))
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Post by occamrazor on Jun 8, 2009 18:24:35 GMT -8
Occam rubbed her head with the tips of her long fingers. Her head pounded underneath their crimson tips as she massaged each temple slowly; making firm circles against her pale skin. The night had been long and tiresome. She felt her senses raw as the bloody meat that hangs in the window of the human's butcher shops downtown.
"Damn it!"
She cried out aloud as she reached into the pocket of her red cape, pulling out a scroll. Whispering the words softly, soon she vanished from the side of her cruel husband, leaving only a small pile of fragmented dust in her stead. As the world came into focus once again, she looked to the southeast of her location. A large building loomed up in front of her, its entryway with the tall wooden doors. A building she had not visited since the day she bled her 1000 pints onto the floor before going to the building next door, into the arms of Kaio, to become his forever. She had hoped she would never visit this place again. Her resolve was strong this night though, she had had enough. Moving with determined steps towards the door, swinging it open, she walked to the window, plopping down the bag of coins on the counter. In a clear voice she spoke to the woman behind the counter.
"I wish to sever my partner bound, Alchemy Monday".
The woman eyed her with a certain amount of sympathy then with a plastered on smile. "I'm sorry miss you will need to wait 15 minutes for that service."
With a low growl, Occam made her way to a seat, her mind spinning with the memories of the past 6 months. A smile curled upon her lips as she thought of the time before she had met Alchemy; when she had spent her days lying in the arms of the beautiful Wyndcryer. How happy she had been in those weeks, as they planned the binding that would make city history. Wynd was so kind, so loving, so much that Occam's undead heart had beat for a moment when Wynd had gone to Kaio and asked for her hand. A tear formed in Occam's eye at these thoughts; its perfection danced upon the thick dark lashes momentarily before it leaped and fell to pale surface of her cheek.
"Fuck, what an idiot I was!"
She spoke out loud to no one in particular, as the memories turned to the night she had told Wynd that she could not bind to her and Tyger, that she had bound to Alchemy instead. The anger and hurt that she had caused would forever haunt her. Reaching up she wiped the tear down her cheek. Her face still showed the pain, knowing that it had all caused so much unhappiness. Not only their own but the rent in Kaio's and Wynd's friendship. Only able to resist tears from falling again by the thought that somehow, Wynd had found forgiveness and they had been able to work through Occam's betrayal to become friends again. She hoped that someday her sire and Wynd would move past it all, for they had truly loved each other so. Suddenly, Occam sensed him, and then there he was; her husband had followed her to the Hall of Severance.
"What the fuck are you doing? Or are you just a lying bint?"
Alchemy's words snarled in Occam's ear, sending a shiver up her spine with the coldness of his breath on her neck. Without replying, she simply looked at the clock on the wall, to see she had still 5 minutes before the attendant returned. Maybe if I ignore him he will go away. It was then that her phone rang, the peel of it shattering the silence that was so thick it could be cut with a blade. Looking at the ID Occam frowned slightly as she realized it was Pea, Occam wondered what it was she had done now to displease her grandsire.
"I'm so sorry, hun. Are you ok?"
Ladypeacek's soft voice had spoken in her ear. Occam's head tilted to the side, wondering how Pea had known what was about to happen, as she had told none of her intent. Asking as much, Occam soon realized that it was another matter that Pea was referring to and soon her eyes welled up with bloody tears as the words deciphered themselves into her mind.
"Wyndcryer is gone"
Occam stood up with quickly, not even looking at Alchemy, plunging her hands into her pocket once again, pulling out a scroll and saying the words: Unicorn and 77th, she fell to dust on the floor. Her face streaming in red she entered the lair, unbelieving that this could possibly be true. Seeing Tyger and the sorrow so deeply embedded on his face, Occam then knew now that it was. With a deep sigh she merely sat on the ground, her face in her hands and sobbed for the loss of her dear friend, who had given her so much.
And nothing else mattered.
Occamrazor Wolfe
Occamrazor shouts "Hail to the mighty warrior Wyndcryer! I am honored to say that I was loved by her & will forever smile when I think of her beauty & grace. It was an honor indeed. Your bravery & strength will not soon be forgotten. "
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Post by DiablaVampira on Jun 8, 2009 20:34:11 GMT -8
"Aunt Wynd is gone, Diabla..."
Was all that was said by one of her siblings. Diabla just stood there, stoically. No wonder she had been feeling a bit upset and emotional the past couple of days. Sighing deeply, tears begin to stream down her cheeks, not saying a word about it.
Pulling out a scroll, Diabla read the words and before she knew it, she was along side her mother, seeing the white-haired 'piress, with her eyes closed, looking like an angel in sweet slumber. Shaking her head, Diabla couldn't believe that her aunt was gone. Kissing her mother's cheek, Diabla goes and places a white rose on her aunt's chest, before moving on, and standing beside Tyger, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving his cheek a soft kiss, whispering gently. "I am so sorry, Tigger...I know that you are hurt beyond compression or measure, but know that I am here for you, for anything that you need.."
Sighing gently, Diabla walks over back to her mother, sighing gently while wiping fresh tears from her eyes, just standing there, watching her aunt look like an angel.
"Lovely angel, be at peace, and follow the light that I shall give you to find your way home, and know that you are loved and missed terribly...I love you, my aunt Wyndy..."
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Post by Whorrifik on Jun 8, 2009 23:02:38 GMT -8
Most of the night had passed away without a thought as Whorrifik had slept through a good majority of it and spent the rest of it dawdling around her temporary place of residence. There was only so much one could do with a hotel room. She had already rearranged all of the furniture and contemplated working on lesson plans but for some reason, as it had been the last week or so, she just couldn’t muster the motivation to sit down and actually finish them. For a few weeks now, she’d been wandering about without much purpose. For reasons she had yet to figure out, nor had she really cared to. Pacing aimlessly across the span of the bedroom, the only feeling she truly responded to with passion started to gnaw at her gut and her mind. It was time to feed.
The hotel managers generally frowned upon her feeding from the employees, even if she didn’t kill them and healed their wounds after, which meant she actually had to move and go out hunting. Each and every night it was a thought to just go back to bed and let the shadows consume her. One would think work or hunting would soothe the undeniable feeling of restlessness but without motivation there wasn’t much she would do. Whorrifik didn’t know it but she had become lost within herself. First it had been anger and the feeling of self-righteousness which had ebbed away over time to loneliness. It seemed as though she put up a rather good front though. She smiled at the appropriate times and acted like she normally would, but there was always hollowness inside her. The only person to have somewhat of an inkling of how she was was Josephine. Ever since the piress had awakened, the two had become close once more. The only pire other than her childer and Ryu that she kept nearly nightly contact with. The nights that she did so though, had started to grow further between.
The stillness and the quiet of the night air should have alerted Whorrifik that something wasn’t right in Ravenblack, but her mind was numb and she moved robotically through the city streets searching for prey. The buzzing in her pocket surprised her at first; she couldn’t recall grabbing her phone when she had left. A quick look at the display screen showed her that it was Josephine. Staring at it for a second, she debated answering. A strange sensation nagged at the edges of her mind as she contemplated and as though she had expected to answer it the entire time, Whorrifik flipped open the phone.
“What’s up chick-a-dee?”
There had been no way to predict the saddened tone that Josephine’s voice held as she spoke so softly, that Whorrifik almost missed what she said, having been watching a human leave his home in a jogging outfit, “Wyndcryer’s gone.”
It was the pain in her voice that jolted Whorrifik out of her sense of selfishness, “Wait, what?”
“Wyndcryer’s gone,” Josephine repeated, “there’s a vigil being held for her at her and Tygernight’s home on Unicorn and 77th.”
“I’ll be there shortly, I’m sorry Josey.”
Whorrifik hung up the phone and called up the GPS system application on her phone. Though she’d spent years roaming these city streets, she still didn’t know the back end of the city from the front and got turned around easily. It hadn’t taken any thought to respond to Josephine that she would be there. She had never personally met Wyndcryer but knew enough from reading the papers and going the information second-sight gave her, that Wynd was a sibling of Josephine’s. She was going to pay her respects not only to the departed, but to more importantly, those who had been left behind and to support the ones she could. She didn’t really know if Josephine really needed her there, but Whorrifik felt it right that she be there anyways.
As her phone pulled up all the possible routes she could take, Whorrifik realized she would need to take a transit or use a scroll to make it there tonight. She knew her stock of teleports was running rather low and decided to take the transit. The run over there was quick and it didn’t faze her when she had to try and find a seat amongst the others. As she waited to reach Thalia Station, Whorrifik idly watched and wondered how many other pire’s she saw were going to Wyndcryer’s vigil. Assuming that the St. John line was the first to know, she figured that the area would be rather full already as the St. John line was rather large. Her line of thought didn’t disappoint after leaving Thalia Station and booking it through alleyways and side streets to the home of Wyndcryer and Tygernight. Already there were large masses of pires to almost every block in every direction surrounding the home.
Having come down from the north-east, Whorrifik moved along the north edge of the crowd, looking desperately for a place to squeeze through or looking for any sign of Josephine. Instead she had spotted Archangel. His presence rubbed her the wrong way and she felt the strong urge to throw something at him but quelled the thoughts with that reminder that she was not here to cause harm but to give her sympathies to those who needed her attention more than one like AA. The crowd of pires gave way to the south and Whorrifik was able to spot recognizable faces. She hadn’t expected to find them here, but there they were, just west of Wynd’s home. Members of her own family. Looking for room for her amongst them, it didn’t seem as though there would be any. It occurred to her then, just as she was thinking about sending one of them a telepathic message. She could see hairbear and Laurelgwynn, augustnite was even there. But she couldn’t spot Vulgar and assumed that someone else was in her way of seeing him.
Pulling one of many scroll of succor out of her pocket, Whorrifik read it off and used it to force her way one block over. Landing right beside Laurel, Whorrifik looked for Vulgar but didn’t spot him. He had already been there long enough to fall into shadows. It made her wonder why none of them had bothered to let her know. Brushing away the thought, she looked towards the home of Wyndcryer and Tygernight. Many of the St. John line were gathered around the house and yard, some trying to console one another, others apart in their private worlds of grief. It was then that her mental walls cracked and the feelings of those around her began to sink in. The pain, suffering and complete sense of loss filled her even though she hadn’t known Wyndcryer personally. Struggling to raise her voice so that she could be heard by all around her, Whorrifik shouted her sympathies.
Whorrifik shouts “My condolences to Wyndcryer’s family and friends.”
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Post by Ember Wilde on Jun 9, 2009 0:21:43 GMT -8
~Willow and 50th, Majica’s Playground (Home—Night 1)~
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The piercing sound chimed in her ears as she slept.
It’s too early… Ember thought to herself, wanting nothing more than to turn over, pull the blankets up over her head, and go back to sleep again. The urgency with which her cell was constantly going off set her mind on edge, though, and she rolled over to see what the fuss was all about.
Opening the modern device that she used to keep in contact with her family and friends, she began retrieving her messages. One after another they poured open, and as Ember read them, her heart sank until it was in the pit of her stomach. It seemed like an abyss was slowly consuming her from the inside.
Her aunt, Wyndcryer, had passed from this life into the next.
The cell phone fell from her hands, crashing to the hardwood floor as it continued to release the shrill, agonizing beeps that had woken her up. Ember had not even been able to finish reading the many messages, so shocked and distraught she was by these turn of events. Almost immediately, thick tears blurred her vision and spread over her lashes, falling down the pale of her cheeks; they reached the satin of her crème gown, staining the material with bright vermillion splotches.
This was just the beginning of her mourning.
~Unicorn and 77th, Wyndcryer’s, TygerNight’s, and Bambi’s Lair (The Vigil—Night 1)~
When Ember arrived at the vigil, via transits and walking, she found both the home and the surrounding blocks packed with those come to mourn the loss of one of the city’s bright and shining stars.
Standing amongst family, friends, acquaintances, and even others that she didn’t know at all, she began to silently pay her respects. Ember hadn’t known her Aunt Wynd well—had only heard the name spoken, read the comments that had been posted by her on The Bite, and once had the chance to speak briefly with her—and yet she was still there, wanting to say something, anything that would make the pain recede. But could she say anything that would ease her own pain or the pain of others close to her heart? Definitely not.
The fact that this had been someone in her family, and she had barely known them at all, was a truly hard realization to come to; it made her begin to think about how many others she didn’t yet know, how many of them she had few or no words with. Thereafter, it turned her thoughts to how fleeting life could be. Yes, their kind was granted eternity, but even eternity didn’t last.
Her deep thought was soon interrupted when she found that several in the main home had been scrolled from the vigil by one of the city idiots, who obviously didn’t take this time of mourning seriously. Oh how Ember wanted to kill then, the irises of her eyes flaring to a livid red as she demanded to see the blood of the insolent one shed. And so it was, though not by her hand—it was by the hands of her brothers, Pulse and Moons, one of the elders, ophelia, and several others.
Good riddance… She thought to herself, finding a calming comfort in an old Russian hymn that she continuously sang under her breath. Irises returned to the unusual pale shade of blue that they had been since she found out about her aunt’s passing, and sorrow once again gripped her as it gripped those around her.
Ember’s feet remained rooted to the ground even after they had become numb from standing. She couldn’t bear to move herself from where she stood, lest she feel like she was disturbing others who had come to pay their respects, or worse, she might feel like she was disturbing the memory of her Aunt Wynd. That thought would have been most unbearable.
Upon the coming of the first morning, though, she took shelter within a small tavern nearby. There, she would be protected from the sunlight, be able to drown out her inner sorrows with a good drink and a few smokes. Rest didn’t seem like much of an option at that point.
~Unicorn and 77th, Wyndcryer’s, TygerNight’s, and Bambi’s Lair (The Vigil—Night 2)~
Returning from her overmorning stay at the tavern, Ember claimed her spot at the vigil for the second night in a row. She looked no worse for the wear than she had the first night, except for the fact that her eyes seemed hollow; it had been a rough and sleepless day filled with more tears and a never ending train of thoughts.
Everyone had returned to pay their respects, and for a second time, the city idiots had come out to play. It was an attack that no one had expected to happen again, but it was one that left the streets running with crimson as the perpetrators were chased down and brought to zero. The mere torporing of these ‘pires was less than what they truly deserved, for this was an unspeakable act that left those grieving just that more distraught.
Ember, too, had been scrolled from where she stood. Growling her frustration to the sky at having been moved from the vigil, it wasn’t the pain of the scroll that bothered her, but instead, the complete lack of respect that several ‘pires had shown. She couldn’t have been more thoroughly disgusted at that point, her boiling anger fading to an ever deepening sorrow as she succoured to her sire’s side.
It was agonizing as she took her place next to her sire and many more of her family members, feeling their pain along with her own. It echoed through her in the form of a fresh set of tears streaming down her face, her voice lost in her throat; she just couldn’t find the words to say. Her mind was a blank slate that retained her own sorrows and the sorrows of those around her as they shouted their wishes for Wyndcryer’s peaceful rest, condolences to the family, memories, anything that they thought was proper for the vigil. It carried them all through another night, though it didn’t erase the ache that lingered.
Hours came and passed before Ember finally found her voice to speak. It was a whisper on the gentle breeze that blew through the masses, a final farewell to someone that she had never gotten to truly know, someone that she would never have the chance with again; yet, she felt the goodbye close to her heart as if it were so much more than that—a simple goodbye. “Farewell, Aunt Wynd. May you be the brightest shining star in the sky, guiding the way for those that are lost without you here.”
~Willow and 50th, Majica’s Playground (Returning Home—Night 2)~
There is nothing I can say or do.
Ember felt completely helpless at the time, standing there with her family and the crowds that had gathered to pay their respects to a wonderful ‘piress. She hadn’t really known her aunt well enough to speak any heartening words that would do the woman justice, couldn’t provide solace to others that they so deserved in their time of mourning, and it rent her heart in two.
As the early morning hours encroached, she grew more weary—it was the second night that she had been at the vigil site—choosing to return to the sanctuary of the Wilde family home to do some thinking. It would have been a long walk straight from the vigil, but taking the transit from Thalia to Melpomene made the walk much shorter, made it less tiring.
Crawling into the comfort of her bed with an aching tiredness that filled her every cell, Ember’s mind shifted into overdrive. She wanted to think that she could give something to the family, to everyone, whether they had known Wyndcryer or not. If she could not provide others solace by way of simple comfort, then she would do something on a larger scale in her Aunt Wynd’s memory.
A quick glance over at her laptop set her to thinking, and immediately a flood of ideas began to run through her mind. She settled on one idea, disjointed though it was, and began to mold it to specification; in the end, it would be nothing short of perfect. She would have it no other way.
When her thought was at its capacity, simple but beautiful in design, Ember scrawled out a note with the specifications on it. All that remained was to talk to the elders of her family, of those closest to her aunt, and put this work of art into motion.
Ember Argent Wilde St. John One of Maji’s Crying for the Wynd
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Lisastrata
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Post by Lisastrata on Jun 9, 2009 14:26:14 GMT -8
When she woke, there were whispers on the wind that something had happened. Currious, she listened closer to the spirits of those mortals who had passed in the walls of the city. Her ears had to strain to understand the hurried words from the ghosts.
"Gone...gone...forever lost...gone...gone..."
"Who is gone?" She demanded.
"Fallen warrior...gone...gone...gone....She who cries...gone...gone...The Wynd blows no more..."
"She who cries? The wind blows no more..." It took her a moment before she realized what had in fact happened. "Wyndcryer..."
She ran to their house, knowing the way perfectly. She saw Occam, and Tyger, and Ember, and the fifty or so gathered people holding vigil. That confirmed it. She lit the candle and stood, and would stand for as long as she could.
Lisastrata Lenoi-Wolfe Kaio's first Crying for the Wynd.
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Bambi
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Post by Bambi on Jun 10, 2009 13:21:26 GMT -8
((quick OOC note.. I have run this by Dawn before posting so don't have a go at me over it >.< ))
Bambi snorted loudly in his sleep, his head jerking back and connecting with the edge of the bedside table creating a dull thud. The boy cursed as he woke, rubbing at his left temple and sitting up, uncurling from his nest of bedding on the bedroom floor. He blinked in the half light, a little unsure of where he was for a brief moment until he recognised his own bed, looming above him like a vast, black, coffin. With a soft groan, he heaved himself up from the wooden floor, rubbing at stiff muscles in his arms before stretching and stumbling away from the blankets. He glanced down and decided to leave them be, it didn’t seem too important to tidy up right now.
The youth crossed the room to his window and pressed one hand to the shutters, feeling for the tell-tale sign of day. The shutters were cold so he cautiously pushed one outwards, almost breathing a sigh of relief as he saw it was still night. Bambi peered down to the streets below and began to absently count vampires. It still amazed him that so many had showed up to pay respects to Wynd, not just her family but those he hadn’t thought would even care. A flicker of a smile passed over his full lips, not quite reaching his now bloodshot eyes, a smile that vanished the moment he saw Tyger.
Bambi was reminded of his old school and the vast library that had a small collection of stuffed animals. Not the teddy bear kind, more the taxidermy examples of birds and fish in glass cases and, in the furthest corner, a tired looking lion skin. As a young boy, Bambi had been both terrified and fascinated by the glass eyed beast with its too-white teeth and moth eaten mane. It made him feel sad that something so vibrant could be reduced to no more then a dust collecting plaything. He had shivered each time he looked at it, and the youth shivered now.
Tyger looked.. broken. He seemed unaware of the hustle and noise around him, seemed to be lost in a pain that was too personal to comprehend. Bambi bit his lower lip and stared at his Pops, feeling that awful coldness that comes with being helpless. He glanced to the right only when he sensed movement and noticed that those outside were starting to move into the nearby buildings. He frowned.. maybe the vigil was over? The boy seemed to have lost all track of time and wasn’t sure how long he’d slept for. And then.. in the distance he heard it.. the soft call of a blackbird. That could only signal one thing, morning was approaching. The boy looked back down to see Tyger still sitting outside. He stared, willing the larger male to move into the Lair or to at least scroll himself to safety but he just.. he just sat there. Out of confusion, Bambi banged on his window with one fist, not sure if the noise would carry to the street below but hoping. Tyger didn’t seem to hear and that was when it kicked in.. the one thing about Bambi that had annoyed his sire and his Moms more then anything.. his ability to be a complete and utter brat.
Bambi sprinted across his room and down the flight of stairs, weaving past various vampires as they retreated into different rooms to sleep. His entire being throbbed with anger and, beneath it, fear at losing his Pops. Was it selfish? Maybe it was but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t the most rational of vampires when he got emotional and his usual outlet of sex was out of the question right now. His mind buzzed with thoughts of the worst possible situations and the feeling of not doing enough, not being there when he should be. He flung open the door and stalked over to Tyger, moving to stand right in front of the older vampire. There was a scowl on Bambi’s face, his brow furrowed.
“Get inside the house right now yew stupid fucking… “
Bambi trailed off as he realised Tyger was ignoring him. He reached out and, rather rudely, poked the male in the chest.
“Tyger.. hey.. Pops.. Stop ignoring me!”
This wasn’t working. Another bird let out a gentle song, closer by this time and the air was starting to feel warmer. Bambi’s eyes started to itch as they adjusted to the growing light. He huffed and debated stamping his foot, an action that normally would earn him a filthy look from the male in front of him but that he knew would achieve nothing right now. He decided to try a more passive approach, his voice softening.
“Look.. come inside and I’ll let ya kick me arse.. hey? That’s not sumfink I offer to just anyone ya know Pops.”
Still nothing.. it was getting too close to sunrise to stay outside. Bambi was getting edgy and could feel his panic and fear bubbling up from low in his stomach, and it came out in a torrent of grief and anger and sheer blind panic.
“Get inside now yew fucken idiot. I swear to God I’ll drag yew in by yer hair if yew don’t move! Get in!”
Each order was punctuated by the boy tugging at Tyger’s clothes and hitting at his shoulders with tightly closed fists. He wasn’t aware of the fact that he was crying and that he’d bitten into his own lower lip, nor would he have cared. He also didn’t care if anyone saw him acting this way.. didn’t give a damn about anyone at that moment in time except the grief stricken man in front of him.
“Yew can’t do this! I am not letting yew die and yew can ‘ate me fer all eternity and keep me zeroed fer all I care but yew are getting inside before that mother fucken sun comes up!”
It was exhausting work, trying to move a much larger and totally uncooperative being. Bambi was getting to the end of his anger but had enough left in him to draw back his right arm and land a weighty punch square on Tyger’s jaw. He stepped back then, panting heavily, his black eyes locked on Tyger’s face.
“Fink she’d want to see ya like this? Fink she’d be proud of yer fer giving up?”
Bambi wiped the back of his left hand across his face, wiping away tears and spittle and tasting blood on his bitten lower lip. He spat onto the ground, glancing down before returning his gaze to Tyger. The boy sighed then, letting a lopsided grin settle on his tear stained, bloody face.
“Come on yew ol’ bastard.. wouldn’t ya rather come in and get wasted wiv me? There’s a whole load of sleeping ‘pires in there that we could move into embarrassing positions..”
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Post by razorsedge on Jun 10, 2009 17:18:44 GMT -8
Bye bye, kid.
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Post by razorsedge2 on Jun 10, 2009 19:02:07 GMT -8
And still no.
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Lisastrata
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Post by Lisastrata on Jun 10, 2009 19:24:28 GMT -8
...And who didn't expect this? Really?
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Moons
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Post by Moons on Jun 10, 2009 19:48:20 GMT -8
[Sorry to be pushy, but could the staff please get rid of these, they in no way add to the RP, and I'd prefer they be placed somewhere else or completely gone if possible.]
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TygerNight
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They're everywhere! O_O[C01:FF00FF]
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Post by TygerNight on Jun 10, 2009 19:53:57 GMT -8
Bye bye, kid. Hello, hello. ((That is the most disgusting and reprehensible thing I've ever seen... Only an utter piece of shit could or would do something that grotesque to someone so cherished. Such jealousy there must be in Blute's player.))
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Lisastrata
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Post by Lisastrata on Jun 10, 2009 20:57:12 GMT -8
((And Kenna stood up for him...really, this is just fucking sad...Sireena...do something about him, please?))
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Post by Delphine on Jun 11, 2009 4:26:57 GMT -8
((management is doing all they can, Zach registers new emails and usernames under a proxy, so there is no way to ban him completely, unfortunately.. this is why having a forum is sometimes a huge chore, cause at times you have to watch what's going on every minute, which is not possible)) [/end ooc rant..sorry for the interruption]
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Kaelani
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Post by Kaelani on Jun 25, 2009 11:08:27 GMT -8
The previous evening had been Kae's comfortable night, and she was so energized and so ready for the next that she had stayed up until late in the day. The sun was out- dangerous, of course. So she stayed inside, in her beloved recording studio, with her cello. A new song was being made, and her fingers danced over the four strings like nothing. It came easy to her. In the middle of a higher G note, with fingers shaking, a lovely vibrato ringing through the walls of the room, Kaelani's phone rang.
"Self destructive little girl, pick yourself up, don't blame the world," it rang. Maria Mena - her favorite of the moment. What would someone be doing, texting her so early in the day?
The 'piress was startled - she hadn't expected anyone to be up at such a time as this. It was so abrupt, her fingers shifted and the neck of the cello slipped. To the hardwood floor it fell, and with a clatter as well. "Shit," she sputtered, gasping under her breath while she shuffled for her phone and her instrument all at once. When her fingers wrapped around the cello's neck, she flipped open the piece of technology with a flick of her thumb, and a message popped up. Of course, she first noticed the time - it was no longer the afternoon, it was past dusk. The message was from the Ravenblack Bite- the notice of a new article. A radio show in remembrance? In remembrance to what?
And then her fingers clenched so hard, so strongly, that the neck of her cello snapped. An awful sound, something like a screech, filled her ears as the strings shrunk back with elasticity. The instrument fell, and so did her phone. Floor met plastic, and the plastic shattered under the stress. It's what Kaelani's heart felt like at that point in time - shattered.
Chest, throat, everything was so tight.
"In a coincidental turn of events, the city has lost two very special creatures. One was the piress Wyndcryer..." Katastrophe had written. The article, of course, went on. Kaelani didn't read the rest- she didn't care about the rest. Her once-sister, once great friend, was lost. What did lost mean?
Without a second thought or glance, Lani stumbled out of her chair and walked, numbly, toward her bag. Stepped over the wooden, dead instrument that laid on the floor beneath her, crushed her phone into stiletto heels and wooden floor as she paid no attention to where her feet were placed. The bag was full of vials, cigarettes, and scrolls. Each footing was unnaturally slow and calm, but the way that her hands fumbled about for the paper was pathetic. Her fingers went numb, and each time she attempted a grasp, she wouldn't hold. Vision was blurry, and things moved oh so fast. She felt wetness on her face, and vomit rose into her esophagus. With a hard gulp, she forced it back down. Voice hoarse, shaken and breaking, she spoke three words.
Unicorn and 77th.[/i]
She was there in a whirl of movement, and now movement was suddenly in slow-motion. Every second seemed like ten minutes, and every word that was spoken around her, every silent thought, seemed to project louder than it truly was. Every condolence, every single goodbye and sob was heard. And it should have been a nightmare.
"It's real," she spoke. "Oh my God, it's real." Wyndcryer was no longer real.
But no, that was not true. The memories that Kaelani still held were very real and almost tangible. If she focused, Kaelani could smell her friend's scent. She could feel her embrace, and she could hear her laughter.
"Wyndy," the vampiress whispered, and in that one word there was everything. The pain strained in her voice, and the love was heard in every single syllable. Wyndcryer had been Kaelani's friend and sister, and she'd turned away from her until recently. Very recently.
With her head lowered, face shadowed under curtains of brown waves, Kaelani walked forward to where everyone surrounded. And in one jagged motion, she found herself on the ground, knees in the dirt. Her spine bowed, curled her back, and Kaelani's face pressed closer to the ground. She whispered, just audible for herself to hear.
"I'm so, so sorry, Wyndy... I always loved you. Always, always, always," Lani whispered, as if whispering to the ground, into it. Perhaps Wyndcryer would somehow understand. Kaelani did believe in spirit and in afterlife, and someone so wonderful couldn't possibly be damned.
She felt so selfish then, to be apologizing so sincerely at that point in time. She had apologized to her about her actions and her hateful words, yes, but never did she come to terms with the past. And now that beautiful ivory woman was gone, and everyone was mourning. Everyone.
When Kaelani felt someone else kneels over the place, she lifted her head. Friends and family, even strangers were leaving their goodbyes and there well wishes. She was taking up a space that could be filled by someone else. Slowly, Kaelani felt the soil and pushed herself up, into a standing position. Once she turned around, she saw that not only was Tyger's home filled with vampires from all over the city, but the entire block was surrounded, for squares onward. Kaelani's throat closed up, and she choked back sobs, lifted a hand to cover her mouth. Wyndcryer would want her strong, not weak - she would hold back her tears, for Wynd.
The dam of faux strength that held back the waterworks only lasted until Kaelani reached her apartment. No one would be there to comfort her, as Wynd had on ocassions. Tifereth would not be there, Nephriel would not be there - everyone was at the vigil. So when she touched the tip of her forefinger to her door, pushed it open and stepped inside, 'Lani went straight toward the stairs that went up. Most people didn't normally have stairs in an apartment, but her suite was the top floor - the floor that led to the roof. After several steps and a heavy door, wind blew through her hair, whipped it into her face. Step, step, forward. And finally, she was at the ledge of the roof, and the building looked over the city. One could see the tavern from so high. They would also see a crowd - no, a sea of people surrounding Tyger and Wyndcryer's home. Outside of the perimeter, more strays were coming in, joining the circle of squares, people that they did not know, for someone that they never had the pleasure of meeting. Or, in some's case, had all the pleasure of loving.
Kaelani sat at the edge of the roof until people started to separate and hints of color arose from over the horizon. For hours, her legs dangled over that dangerous edge, and there, where no one would notice her, did she shed tears. Kaelani was crying for the Wynd.
-I apologize for this being so, so belated. It was hard for me to finish it, and at first I didn't think it worthy of being posted. I didn't want to ruin everyone else's version of the story. I'm going to work on having Kae dedicate the song she had been writing to Wynd, somehow. I'll work with Gabe (Lash's player) on a song, if that's okay... RIP Jeannie, this is for you.-
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