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The Death of a Warrior is a Noble One - Gotham - May 05, 2016
He had done good. He had done so awfully good for his new home. He had hunted what he could and had given it away to the ones he thought needed it more. He had done good. He had protected his home from threats to defend the ones he thought were worthy. He had done good. He had respected his leaders from the beginning, as well as respected himself and the ones around him. He had done darn good.
Today, the brute who's bones you could now see awoke with the rumbling noises of his belly- the noises that had accompanied him ever since the locusts had attacked. He had eaten barely, thought he could get by with almost nothing. Damn, had he been wrong. He lay on the ground, too weak to hunt, too weak to care. All he could feel was death slowly pulling him closer.
He let out a bark, a bark of despair, a noise of a dying wolf. He whimpered, trying to stand up, trying to show signs of life. He felt his body slowly shutting down, his organs twitching and sight getting darker. He needed Hosannah. He needed whomever he got along with. He wasn't going to die alone here. He barked again, tears welling in his tired eyes. If only he could close them for just a few minutes, but that would instantly take him away.
RE: The Death of a Warrior is a Noble One - Samuel - May 05, 2016
With the swarm of the locusts stripping the Tosings of their lush green, Samuel had done his best to provide for Liri and himself. He had lost most of his weight already, living on dead bugs wasn't very helpful.
he was scavaging, until he could hear the sound of s cold and broken bark ring through. He ran. He thundered agains the ground, knowing that sound too well. Someone was meeting death, for life was giving them away.
samuel could feel tears build up in his gray eyes, he was able to arrive to see a man below that was weak and brittle. Gotham. Samuel thought he got along with him just fine, but that was just Sam's view. He let out a whine to show he was there, striding closer to nudge the shoulder of Gotham with his muzzle.
"Gotham?" He asked, deciding to sit down and give a sad frown to him.
RE: The Death of a Warrior is a Noble One - RIP Hosannah - May 05, 2016
i cannot resist the temptation of this moment omg --- FRICK i was shadow posted i'll edit!!
a tiny thing hung from her mouth; tiny because of its own hunger, but also because of its youth. a newborn rabbit of some variety that she had stumbled upon completely by accident. the burrow had been caved-in, and there were small bodies inside which were long dead, having suffocated days ago. yet hosannah had found it, and she had pried one thing free, which now hung as a stale lump from her long snout. her goal was to devour it - she was on her way towards a safe place to eat before anyone could notice, when she spotted him.
he barked hoarsely, and hosannah felt nothing.
the narrowness of gotham in the passing days had been noted, though she had done nothing to curb his needs. in fact, she had been bolstered by his great charity; anytime the boy had found himself laden with food, he would give it away. hosannah was surviving because of him — and because her lord granted her such a fine servant, she was so very thankful. but she found him now, sneaking up from behind him, and placed the meal where he could not see it.
as she crept up around his body she was silent, watching, and flinched when he barked the second time. she watched his eyes begin to droop and thought, i should save him, but knew she would let fate have its way. she noticed next that the boy had company, and adjusted herself - her interest fading and a look of worry appearing in its stead.
RE: The Death of a Warrior is a Noble One - Amara - May 06, 2016
There was nothing left. Her home, stripped bare. Her garden, only dust was left. Her family was shaken, and that was not the worst of it. She had not predicted that the affect would be ten times worse than she thought. They were starving. The rations only worked for so long with what they had left. Birds had too seeked greenery for their own nutrition, and only the rare fish remained. Day by day, she started to come to the conslusion that they would die. Her already small frame had begun to shrink, along with everyone else too, making them too brittle to hunt for any stray stag that came by. She had grown accustomed to the dull ache in her stomach after a little while. She hardly had much energy to pick herself up anymore.
But when the sorrow filed call echoed throughed the barren forest, she found the might to travel towards it. Gotham lay, skinny as a twig with hardly much life in him at all. She colapsed at his side, her too feeling like it was all over. "Shhhh," There was no fight left in her, nor him. She could do nothing to save him, for she could not even feed herself. "It's just like falling asleep," She whispered. The only thing they could do now would be to make him comfortable, and from then on, fate would be his call. "And when you wake up, you'll never be hungry again," She did not know what she was saying, but that her subject was dying, and she could do nothing to save him. She had promised.
RE: The Death of a Warrior is a Noble One - Gotham - May 12, 2016
Gotham's grey gaze shifted toward Samuel as he whined and sighed he wasn't going to die alone. It was pretty obvious to him that the gods were going to claim him, but at least his pack would have survived because of him. Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself. He had given everything and in return asked nothing. He could now die as a foolish yet noble man with a heart of gold buried beneath the harsh attitude and lack of interest.
H-hi, brother...He whispered with a half smile, tears starting to form in his eyes as well as soon as he noticed Sam was getting emotional. He wanted to say so many other things, that he was going to be fine, that he had done it all for them. That, despite not being related by blood, they all shared a bond that would never be broken. And that bond would be there, wherever Gotham was going to. He would look upon Rosings with pride from up there, happy to have been part of it, happy to have helped the only way he could. He offered himself for them.
Next came his mate he had ignored, and she said nothing. No comforting words, no sorry, no touch. Just her presence as he was fading away. He wanted to say sorry, sorry he couldn't be stronger for her, for them, but the words got stuck in his throat. He lay down his head as his muscles couldn't hold him anymore, ready to fade away as friends looked upon him as he went. He would see them somewhere up there, but hopefully not soon. He smiled fully now, tears streaming down his face, becoming salty dark spots on the sand.
But he did not drift away before feeling the body of Amara against his. Her words, as whispered they were, he could hear them clearly. He had never got the chance to bond with her. He had never had the chance to get out of his shell. But, as he looked back, his life flashing by bit by bit, he was mighty proud of himself and them. Yes, he could rest peacefully now, now that he had found his calling. He had always been a stepping stone for others, an offer to safe the greater good.
P-please, do something useful with my body once I'm gone...He spoke, eyes closing slowly. He could still hear, but his sight and smell had already given up on him. Everything was cold, he noticed, but it was a nice coldness. The hotness of Amara's body disappeared, and the only thing he thought about was them, surviving because of him.
He didn't want to be buried, he wanted them to use his body as fuel to get further. His body was just a vessel after all, he had no use for it any longer. He was going to be in a better place to become a stepping stone for the gods.
RE: The Death of a Warrior is a Noble One - Samuel - May 12, 2016
Brother. A term Samuel hadn't heard since he was barely a yearling. He looked down at Gotham with watery eyes, trying to contain his sobs.
Hosannah and Amara had arrived for the last bits of Gotham's life.Amara soothed him with words of peace, Hosannah said nothing.
The life was fading from his ready eyes as the smile from his lips began. Samuel had to force a painful smile as he watched his brother fade with his eyes. He fell limp. But his final request was to be used, and not buried.
He was gone.
Samuel couldn't help himself anymore, he finally let the dam break as tears flooded from his eyes. They ran down his cheeks, creating heavy lines in dark grey.
he lowered his muzzle to nuzzle Gotham's lifeless shell, letting off a soft whine and cry, a plea for him to come back.
He lifted his muzzle, letting out a long and sorrowful howl to signify one of their own had fallen. Their brother had fallen and joined the god, and he would hopefully be there when they joined him later.
"One of our own has fallen, we have lost our brother Gotham" was his howl.
RE: The Death of a Warrior is a Noble One - RIP Hosannah - May 12, 2016
he did not have long, but he would not pass alone. amara appeared among them then, while hosannah watched. she approached the hungry man and whispered to him - speaking so lowly that even the astute woman could not pick up on what passed between them. perhaps had she been closer to the boy she would have felt jealousy, or a keen anger at this display of apparent affection; yet she felt nothing. only watched, transfixed, as the life fled from gotham's body. she drifted forwards with silent steps; soon the sounds of sobbing could be heard, and she turned an ear to it, hearing samuel weep beside the body.
the body. this was what held her interest even before the spirit had fled. now that it was empty she slunk close, and pressed her nose upon his cheek - his neck - feeling for the warmth of life. hosannah nearly startled at the sound of samuel's call, and leered briefly at him; it seemed improper to her to announce such a thing, but this was a different place, and the people had different customs. when the announcement faded she raised her head as if defiant of them all, these strangers who surrounded her, and made her own announcement.
he is gone.it was said with such a dullness that one might imagine she was in shock, but hosannah simply did not feel for the boy. they had been wed but, as per her own traditions, never consummated that union — so she had lost nothing. she knew what must come next and these wolves would not like it; they were delicate creatures. she lowered her head and promptly sank her teeth in to his still warm cheek, and then yanked with all her might, peeling the flesh away. the chunk hung from her bloodied teeth and she seemed to grin over it, her large eyes great bright things filled with hungry need.