In Memoriam [Solo, T3 House] Nov 14, 2017 10:56:42 GMT
Post by Rhytid on Nov 14, 2017 10:56:42 GMT
| In Memoriam |
|Rhytid's PL: 85,423|
Rhytid's current PL: 21,356
Bulim's PL: 100,000
Athora's PL: 100,000
|GAIN BONUSES: T3 House, Heavy Weights (Halved)|||PL MULTIPLIERS: None|
A sorrowful breeze brushed past him, whispering gentle nothings.Muscles clenched tightly; silence.A hand gripped his shoulder. For but a moment, he hoped it was him, but he knew it was a lie. He was gone.Dead.''Rhytid...'' The voice shook with concern, but Rhytid did not respond. The Namekian's gaze was locked below him, unflinching eyes staring at the rearranged dirt below him. It was as if he had turned into a statue, still and lifeless, a shell of his former self. Simply...Standing there, hands resting on an old, rusted shovel.The cold hand of Bulim was removed from his shoulder, albeit hesitantly. ''...'' What words were left to say? What hadn't been said already? Bulim exhaled slowly, moving his gaze from the still form of Rhytid to the grave of his dear friend. The elder was left with so many questions, so many conflicting emotions. 'Come back home, bring Athora and the rest.' was all he was told, in that bitter, shrill voice of his.
Namek was still standing, the invasion hadn't reduced it into a smoldering ball of flame and rock, but it was still faced with a heavy blow. The death of one of their defenders, perhaps a sacrifice that would eventually lead to better days, but a death nonetheless. The planet was left unharmed, yet a part of Namek still died on this day.No words needed to be spoken among the two.Bulim felt his pain, knew Rhytid''s sorrow. He was there at his side, and that is all that mattered.The two shared a heartfelt moment of silence of Rhytid's fallen friend, their thoughts simply...Fading out, for just a while. Rhytid refused to let it be known, to let any form of emotion be shown to the others- but deep within him, all sorts of emotions still stirred relentlessly.The crimson scarf of Gaivahros fluttered in the wind, loosely wrapped around Rhytid's own neck.It was still stained with his blood.Martyrdom, such a cruel fate...Suddenly, erratic footsteps sputtered behind Rhytid and Bulim, restless tapping on the marble floor of the Warrior's Respite. ''Rhytid, Bulim! I- I did what I could for the Arcosian, he should be...-!'' Athora's shrill voice pierced the gentle silence and shattered it beyond belief. He was quickly met by an empty glare from Rhytid himself, the sorrowful emptiness in the Warrior's eyes sending a shiver down the Mystic's spine.
Within an instant Athora silenced himself, eyes widening as he realized just how insulting he must've seemed. He simply wanted to let them know about the Arcosian's health- why did he always have to be so loud and rude? The small Namekian's eyes stained with tears of guilt, although he quickly choked them back. With a firm shake of his head, Athora calmly walked up to the two Namekians he respected so dearly, and joined their side.The Mystic's eyes fell onto the humble grave of Gaivahros- although the two had never met, Athora could only imagine what sort of pain Rhytid felt. After a brief silence, he shot a sideward glance at Rhytid, forcing a small smile. ''...His death wasn't in vain, Rhytid...He died defending this place until his last breath, and as far as I can tell...'' Athora paused gently, calm eyes gazing upward at the clear skies of Namek. He took in the gentle breeze, the calm, and the beauty of it all. ''...He succeeded.''The stern outer shell of Rhytid cracked little by little at Athora's words, shockingly soothing for someone he thought so immature. The Namekian felt a bit of pride bubble up from within, pride in Gaivahros. He gave his life so willingly for the sake of a planet he had never known before, so selflessly...
''He possessed no Namekian blood, but still held the values of a true Warrior...'' Bulim finally let his thoughts be known, speaking in a clear, respectable tone. The elder held great respect for Gaivahros, despite never seeing his face. Slowly the elder closed his eyes, lowering his head humbly. ''We are grateful to have had you as an ally. May your death be an example to us all.''
Rhytid's hands finally relaxed, the tight grip on the shovel loosening as he felt...Calmer. The words of his two trusted allies truly helped him, made him realize that he was not alone, and never would be alone. He would always have them at his side, and with the scarf of the fallen martyr, Gaivahros too. ''Thank you...Thank you both- truly...'' Rhytid finally spoke after having remained silent for so long.'Together, we'll overcome this.' He thought, and rightfully so. Standing there with his allies at his side made him realize just how blessed he was. It filled him with courage and hope, hope that the future might not be so bad after all. Even though was betrayed, hurt, and broken, he was not defeated. And he had them to thank for it. ''And thank you as well, Gai. May you rest in peace.'' No emotions took hold of his voice, other than genuine respect.After a brief pause, Rhytid's eyes closed, breathing in deeply. ''Please, allow me to have...A moment of silence.''What followed was nothing but the gentle breeze brushing past, the three Namekians standing side-by-side as their thoughts were carried by the wind. Nothing but silence, in memoriam of a fallen comrade.Here lies GaivahrosThe Saviour of Hope
OOC NOTES: Sad day :c