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By the time that she would be found, her body would be cool to the touch. Avette knew this when she laid the creature down onto nest of herbs. She looked so peaceful in death, so peaceful that Avette was for a moment forgetful of all of the evils the she-cat had produced. "How many lives have you ruined, dearest Nyiradessa," she mewed to the corpse. "You have finally received your recompense. May you sleep soundly for the rest of time."
Avette was delicate with the body as she closed Nyiradessa's eyes. She gave her forehead a kiss, before sighing. "If only this didn't have to happen." If only you hadn't killed my father. It was a funny thing, a bitter kind of funny, that they were sitting here like this. Nyiradessa had promised Vera E'tani that she had killed the final remnants of the Jynx bloodline, yet one had escaped her nose. "How careless you were in life," she murmured, sounding almost sad. There was a part of Avette that wished it hadn't had to be this way. But, if nothing else, she was dedicated to her cause. She would destroy those that were destroyers. Perhaps this was a sick irony, perhaps it made her a destroyer as well. Perhaps Avette knew this, knew that one day, she would reach her own death as a debt she would have to pay. But, it wasn't her time, not yet anyways.
"Goodbye, Nyiradessa," she murmured to the bloodied, mangled body, before she braided a strand of lavender in the cat's furs. "May we meet on the other side."
With that, the white and grey she-cat disappeared into the night, leaving the body of the shaman alone.
strawberrycupid Blue frowned as she looked down at her mentor's corpse. As much as the Shaman and Mage bickered, Blue would be lying if she said she didn't respect the older she-cat. More recently the two had grown closer with the birth of Blue's kittens. Nyiradessa certainly wasn't holding Blue's paw through all this but her advice had been invaluable. She had taught the Mage a lot and would, despite it all, be missed.
"What's wrong with Auntie Nyira?" Blue had nearly forgotten that Creek was with her. The little bengal was her shadow and surprisingly sneaky if he kept his mouth shut long enough. He took a few steps forward and sniffed at the lavender in the deceased she-cat's fur, his stormy gray eyes recognizing the herb, but not understanding the purpose of its application. He nosed at the she-cat's brown fur then leapt back in alarm, his tail low to the ground, "She's so cold!"
Blue drew her oldest kit closer to her body and licked the top of his head, "Her journey here has ended and she has returned to nothingness. That very same nothingness that brought you to me. No more questions, Creek. Would you be a dear and fetch Lorelei for me?"
The kit noticed the change in his mother's voice and nodded, then quietly slipped away in search of the League's clean up crew. Blue watched him go as she wiped a single tear from the corner of her eye, "I hated you, you know. You always made me feel like a fool. Well, who's the fool now, getting herself killed like this?"
She brushed the she-cat's shoulder with her paw and sighed, "Oh, Nyiradessa, I'm not ready..."
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 30, 2020 16:49:54 GMT -5
"It truly is a curse." A new voiced sighed, brush pushed out of the way that revealed the plush and sugary cinnamon coat that was Funk E'tan's. Another Shaman had slipped through his grasp. Blue would be his 5th in his short leadership. He'd almost have to laugh. Bring a doctor to leadership and suddenly all the nurses flee. He wondered why, tilting his head to the side and resting his tail on Blue's shoulders.
That soft spot of his showed in the way he smiled at her, one that made the corners of his eyes soften. If only briefly, before he barked a laugh. "What a witch. Always had to get the last word in, this one. Like now, just leaving us like this." Funk's placed his paw on Nyira's broken one, the one he wanted to fix so badly. Not it just fell cold, there was no point. "Never did get to ask how she got that injury of her's. What a pity." Lifting his paw away, his gaze suddenly transfixed to the flowers that covered her again, he spoke again. "We're never really ready. But you'll take up the mantle, right?" Asking slowly, voice not wavering one way or the other. Though he expected an answer, and it better be the one he wanted to hear.
Funk E'tan seemed to have a second sense when it came to catching death. She had first met him during a dissection, and, later, he had found her with blood on her paws and helped her hide a body. Truly Blue could define the most memorable moments of their relationships with a matching body count. The black she-cat decided to break the little wall she usually kept between them and let her pelt brush against his for support. She felt electrified by his touch and regretted it immediately, especially since she knew it was only one way. It did make her heart feel a little lighter, though. That was the point.
"I will... if that is what you want." She replied, leaning forward to sniff the flowers around Nyiradessa. It was clearly an attempt to hide the scent of whoever did this to her and it was doing a good job of it, "Do you have any idea who could have done this?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 6, 2020 16:58:57 GMT -5
Must have been a curse, or a blessing. To have the reaper follow behind him so closely, to maybe even feel the movements of death in the wind. Funk stopped questioning it a long time ago, it really just made his job easier in the end. Death taught him a lot, so did life. He felt her brush against him lightly, those feelings had been abandoned long ago. Now it felt like a mild itch, one he held back on scratching.
If that's what he wanted? That was fairly clear, no? He was finally getting used to having time to doing what he wanted. Last thing he needed was Nyira leaving Blue with as little training as she did. He held back any sign of irritation. "I'd prefer it. Save me the time of finding a new shaman." Funk said blankly, letting himself step away just a little when Blue leaned forward. "Not a clue. Just showed up one day and didn't share much. It could be anyone." He pulled at a thread coming loose on his scarf. She mentioned something about Roxanne E'tani when she joined. That was so long ago. Was there still a grudge simmering from so long ago? He really didn't care.
The way Funk replied, without any emotion, make Blue's heart ache and she pulled away from him. Even though she made her displeasure as Mage known to all cats of the League, a part of her was proud to be chosen, like there was something special about her that only Funk saw. She as just lying to herself. Seems the real reason he picked her was because she had sworn to him that she'd never leave him. Never betray him. To this day she wouldn't dream of it. That idea that her promotion was made more out of convenience than any special skill hurt her pride more than she would ever admit. At least she didn't have much to begin with.
She twitched her ear when she heard the pitter-patter of paws and turned her heard to see Creek approaching. He looked overjoyed to see his father had arrived and rubbed his head against his leg in greeting, standing on the Nemesis's left while Blue occupied his right, "Lorelei will be here soon." He leaned over Nyiradessa's corpse, his whiskers brushing her tabby pelt. He then looked up to Funk, "So. Is she dead?"
Part of Blue hated how Creek-chan clearly favored his father. Hung onto his every word, always eager to ask him questions. She couldn't really blame him. Funk always gave much better answers than Blue ever did. This question, though, she was happy that it had been directed to the Nemesis. She knew her kits likely had an idea of what death meant by now considering how much she let them roam about on their own. Still, the new Shaman had never had a real talk with them about what it mean, always referring to the void but never defining it.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 20, 2020 19:41:17 GMT -5
Convenience was the real answer. No one else was interested in jumping into the field with a near-stranger as their mentor but Blue had just that little of a backbone to refuse. It was better than no one, better than having to go back to healing the clan he was supposed to lead. Still, Funk wouldn't say it, a part of him wouldn't let him. His actions were the closest thing to a declaration they got.
The Nemesis held himself back from jumping when Creek-chan rubbed against his legs. Such clear affection was still foreign, a kind he never expected nor wanted from his kits. At this point, they were just a by-product of his past and current self. Still, he was one of the few Funk would ever acknowledge. The question was expected, that was Creek's specialty. Asking things. Though, right now, Funk's answer wasn't very creative. Nyiradessa was long cold now, not even her fur held a hint of the once warmth. "Yep, sure is."
"Oh." Creek-chan replied as he leaned in to get a better look at Nyiradessa, his paw hovering over her shoulder, eager to touch but sort of expecting someone to swat him away by now, "I've never seen a cat I knew dead before. She just looks like she's sleeping." Well, no one had made him move yet, so he ran his paw across the deceased she-cat's flank and noted the eerie chill it held. Her chest was not rising. Her eyes lacked any gleamed and just stared blindly at nothing. He drew away now, not because he was satisfied with the encounter but because there was little more to learn from simple observation. He knew his father did autopsies all the time, but would he take apart Nyiradessa?
"That's enough, Creek-chan." Blue finally said half-heartedly, she knew what he wanted to do and did not have the stomach for it. She could deal with dissecting a dead kittypet or rogue, but not her mentor, "You say 'goodbye' to her and Punishment will take care of the rest when they get here."
Creek looked a little incredulous and said nothing, his eyes meeting Funk's with a pleading expression, and his little claws slid in and out of their sheaths.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 27, 2020 19:59:53 GMT -5
Funk's ears swiveled back, the faint echoes of prancing paws hitting him. They'd be here soon. It was the main reason he let Creek-chan look, though the main was just to see how the young kit would react. How one so full of life would take to see their dead loved one and how it would warp the mind. Though he knew he'd hear plenty about it later, so beckoned Creek-chan back when Blue spoke up. The Nemesis glanced from the lifeless form of Nyiradessa to the pleading expression of his son. Some part knew he was supposed to crack, to give him something. A fatherly consolation.
He shook his head. "No." His voice was firm. Funk knew he'd somewhat regret the decision, his curiosity about her death and her life would never be sated. He didn't care about anything else. so why refuse? Funk stopped wondering when Lorelei slipped out from behind them. Odd gaze sweeping from one cat to the other, she didn't appear to even try and read the air before joining the group.
"Gee, way to leave me behind, Creek-chan. You're lucky this place was so easy to find." She said that, even if it had taken her some time. And really, just got lucky with the stench of death. "If you're all done, I'll take it from here."
(we can wrap this one up unless you have idea to continue, I'm open for anything :3)
Creek-chan frowned but knew better than to complain over his father's judgment. It was odd, really, perhaps he was being sentimental? It didn't fit the image he had for his father but then again no picture perfectly fit the frame. He turned his stormy blue eyes back to the body of Nyiradessa and softly groomed a stray tuft of fur off the top of her head. Remembering his mother's suggestion, he said, "Goodbye, Nyira."
He stepped back to give room to Lorelei to do her work. As much as he wanted to stick around and 'help,' he knew that request would be denied, too. He looked to his mother, wondering what was going to happen next.
"I supposed I had better get to work clearing out her nest." Blue said, it was sort of heartless but it was how she would cope with this loss. You know, keeping busy. She tapped Creek-chan on his shoulder, clearly communicating that she wanted him to come with her. The new Shaman turned her eyes to Funk E'tan, "That is, if I am dismissed?"
Post by strawberrycupid on May 9, 2020 11:15:01 GMT -5
(nah, i think we're good)
There would never be a clear picture. Especially with snap decisions that came out of nowhere like this. "Yeah, you're dismissed," Funk said, slowly standing up and letting Blue and Creek walk away. For a moment, Lorelei and he just stood there and looked at Nyira. Almost like she would jump back up. Course, she didn't.
"Want me to bring her to your lab later?" Lorelei finally broke the silence. A little too early for Funk's taste. Though her's were clear with the faint gurgling of her stomach,
"No. Just bury her." He said flatly, unable to look at her anymore and turning away. One of many things he had to accept as a mystery.
"Ah, good ol' graverobbing. I get it." The punishment hunter purred, walking over and picking up the flower off of Nyiradessa. Somewhere between the stem and petals, there was a smile. "I'll put her in 'the plot', okay? Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge."
"Whatever you wish." Was all Funk said before walking away. One of his own paws ached for no reason. It was really going to be forced, huh?
