Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 24, 2013 19:36:13 GMT -5
The fear that pressed itself into her bones as the Ruined King made his ghostly speech could not even be offset by the relief as the invaders retreated. Many a body had been destroyed, many a monster which spewed the black blood that was all too familiar. Quinn had already slipped herself off Shyvana the second land was close enough, and her crossbow had been fired, reloaded and triggered again and again and again. She saw Prince Jarvan's armor glinting as the mist began to seep slowly away, the body of a woman falling as Shyvana's giant claws push her to the ground before being picked up by the Prince and taken away. Meanwhile, the bodies of countless others remained in the broken city and when the dead retreated, the living stayed to mourn.
She watched everyone begin to pick up the pieces, her weapon hanging uselessly by her side. The monsters would be burned far away from the walls, or so she guessed. But Quinn did not stay to check if she was correct as she made her way back to the entrance. The jagged edges of a crumbled gate, its arch shadowing her head and shoulders as she moved into the shadow of a building splattered in gore and bile. There, the body of her brother lay. But peace no longer humored his face. Instead, the contortion of horror and agony haunted his visage and no doubt, his memories remained as such. Though the thoughts were slow as Quinn crouched down to touch the tip of her finger against Caleb's matted brow, she wondered if he had died again. Almost as if he had been given a second chance, only for it to be taken away so easily. She had done it.
Valor swooped in, crowing softly but it was not information that was being relayed, but solace. He had never met Caleb, only lay where the brother had but he felt Quinn's quiet anguish as her fingers danced along the broken face crusted in blood. He ruffled his feathers, stepping towards the body and the two sat there in silence even as metal and voices rang around them. The cries as the body of a loved one was found and truly, cruelty knew no bounds. No more did tears of horror flow but somehow, Quinn almost thought it more comforting to hear the screams of terror. It gave her something to fight for, but now to listen as heartache enveloped the city, she was lost.
"What do I do?" She asked as Valor tilted his head. His eyes were bright, and Quinn shook her head. "I know. They're not gone yet." She looked to the gates and the men there. The General and his soldiers. A knight in black but her own gaze was not focused. She saw movement, but was otherwise unmoving herself. She wanted desperately to rebury Caleb, to return him to their family... to even know if their family is safe but she could not leave. The Ruined King's presence was both unprecedented and horrifying - being a Knight of Demacia meant to protect the city, but how could you protect it from something that has died before? From those who seemed to embrace the entire philosophy?
Quinn turned her head, squeezing her eyes shut softly as her fingers curled upon a broken shoulder. "What would you have done?"
Shyvana stormed from the palace, her boots heavy and loud against the stone of the city streets... her armor caked in blood, the taste almost permanent in her mouth. She stared at the stone floor for a moment after walking a few feet from the palace... wondering if she should go back and apologize. The screams of those around her filled her ears, but she simply stood silently, watching as bodies were carried off by anguished loved ones... Shyvana never thought she would detest the stench of the death, it had been accustom to her for so long... but this, this was simply too much.
The Half-Dragon looked up at the sky and scowled, as if she were cursing the gods themselves for plaguing Demacia with this wretched curse. She was only greeted by the heavy down pour of rain, washing the blood from her armor. She then turned her head towards the city once more, her scarlet hair quickly becoming soaked in the rain, though she was thankful for the shower. The streets ran nearly red with blood that began to wash away from the stone. Shyvana sighed and simply walked on... Death was apart of her.
As the Half-Dragon reached the busted gates of the city, she kept her eyes on the floor... but then stopped to glance up for a moment, the form of a woman crouched beside a body in her field of vision. Squinting her eyes through the rain, she would recognize the form of Quinn... staring down at the body of the corpse she had watched her dispatch.
Shyvana sighed and shook her head, beginning to walk away... but stopped herself, turning her head to the ranger once more. Her features softened, if only slightly and she turned and headed towards the ranger, figuring Quinn would at least like someone to talk to besides that bird of hers.
As Shyvana approached the ranger, she stopped when she was a respectable distance away, her eyes flickering from Quinn, to the body, to the bird at it's side. Even as Shyvana did so, she could feel Quinn's sadness, that was apparent enough. Shyvana closed her eyes for a moment, as if in silence in honor of the fallen before she sat down in the dirt covered ground, her eyes resting on the corpse.
"So... who was he?" She finally asked flat toned, her golden orbs flickering to Quinn as she did so.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 26, 2013 8:15:56 GMT -5
Quinn was vaguely aware of the rain soaking through her uniform, the droplets pattering off her armor softly as the water dripped down her brow and fingers. She saw, briefly, the bits of dirt as it ran with the rivulets through the cracked stone and her sight blurred briefly as she blinked. Valor was shuffling uncomfortably, his beak clicking gently before the ranger's lips twitched into an apologetic smile. "I know it's cold," but Val simply shook his head. There was something strange happening beyond the gates. A dark energy, and it made him incredibly uncomfortable. It appeared that Quinn was not even aware of this as she continued to stare down at the unmoving body. The rain could not wash the blood, nor could it hide the sight of the sickening hole in his brow.
Valor crooned once more, signalling the approach of an individual before he flapped his wings, shaking out the water. Quinn didn't look up, her eyes pinned to the wound to which Valor only replied to with yet another soft cry before making his way through the air. He didn't enjoy sitting on the ground and as much as Quinn seemed to appreciate the comfort his presence offered, he knew that she needed time to think. The only thing he could do now is watch and wait for what would happen beyond the walls.
On the other hand, the ranger made no motion as the half-dragon's footsteps approached, then silence. Only when Shyvana sat herself down did Quinn stir. Her hand withdrew, placed alongside the weapon on the ground. She bit her lip gently as she shook her head, only to shake the water from her eyelashes. A breath, then silence. She could feel Shyvana's piercing gaze on her, but she didn't give it much thought. The half-dragon appeared to be mostly uninterested but at the same time, she had taken a moment... Quinn sighed.
"Caleb," she said finally after a long pause. "He's my brother." Even in death, when blood no longer flowed so freely through the body but out, she knew that he would always be her cherished sibling. Was did not apply. It never did. "He... passed away when we were children." Quinn did not want to divulge too much, partially because she felt it was unnecessary and partially because Shyvana hadn't asked. A wry smile crossed her face. "He was a good boy. Wild but with a kind heart" The ranger looked towards the other now, but her eyes were dull, hooded. As if the memories continued to flash across her vision and she had no choice but to relive every single one with poison in her heart. "A little bit like you."
The faintest smile cracked at the Half-Dragon's lips and she shook her head a little. "I'd hardly make the comparison." She replied jokingly, idly drawing in the mud with one of her fingers. "One cannot be "a little" like a dragon." She then said, furrowing her eyebrows, the words she screamed in Jarvan's face echoing in the back of her mind.
The Half-Dragon stood up and brushed herself off, looking back at the corpse and Quinn. Having lost her father, Shyvana could relate to Quinn's grief, if only somewhat. The Half-Dragon sighed, and looked back to the dirt. "We should get moving... the dead certainly won't be gone for good." She said, looking back to Quinn and the body.
"Unless you seek to rebury him." Shyvana then said, folding her arms.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 28, 2013 18:34:31 GMT -5
Quinn remained firmly on the ground, though now that the initial thoughts had vanished, she was beginning to feel the toll on her legs. "Oh, I think they can," she responded with a weak laugh. She didn't even try to explain to Shyvana what she truly meant. Or perhaps it was because the ranger was aware of the truth in it all. She hated that the Shadow Isles had put her through this ordeal, that her image of her brother - however pure - would always be marred by fault. It wasn't her fault, but it wasn't his either.
Everyone always felt the need to blame someone. How their mother sobbed and cried, asking her why she hadn't saved him. How their father stood in the doorway, pain wrenching his face to pieces yet not a single word was said. It had been years before the house by the side of the river felt less like a prison and more like a sanctuary, but it was never the same. Quinn's parents never really saw her, but the son they had lost. It was why she barely visited now, if only to say hello and to watch in the exact same spot her father had as he deteriorated to his disease. It was selfish of her, but her short cut hair had its uses. Now they could barely tell who had died and who hadn't.
Quinn sighed and finally stood, the rain washing the black stains from her fingers as she gripped her weapon and pulled it up with her. "Right... Demacia needs us." She looked up, where she could barely see the shadow of Valor, the glimpses through the rain razing his hunched frame. She needed to remember that she wasn't alone. "Yes, I plan to... when this is over. A burial fit for a knight."
Shyvana looked back to the dirt and shook her head slightly, looking over the marred earth where the living met the dead. The Shadow Isles would pay for this... she would make sure of it. With her fists clenched, she looked over to Quinn... what an odd character to associate herself with... perhaps odd was the wrong word, unlikely? Shyvana supposed it did not matter. Wondering over to the ranger, she placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder, letting her eyes lock with the other woman's.
"The Shadow Isles will know the strength of Demacia... for the fallen... for Caleb." Shyvana then gave a nod of her head and turned, beginning to walk away from the ranger.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 29, 2013 2:50:07 GMT -5
Quinn only nodded, her hand gripping her crossbow tightly as a finger caressed the trigger. She would make them pay for desecrating both their memories. It was odd to think that such a short time had passed and already Shyvana appeared to care enough to offer words that held some comfort. Though she could not feel the hand on her shoulder, she was dully aware of the power that ran through the dragon's entire body - despite her otherwise fragile look. "Thanks." Was all she said, simple and plain as Shyvana began to walk away. Quinn contemplated following, but she knew her work was not done quite yet.
She ran back into the city, passing by the bodies who were wrapped in white sheets, the mortally wounded being moved via stretchers and the injured being wrapped up in bandages. She found her own set of supplies, white and beige and returned to Caleb's body to wrap it neatly. Quinn flipped the body so her brother was lying on his back, her hand automatically going to his scalp to smooth whatever hair remained, out of habit. The arms were placed firmly against his sides, avoiding the rotten claws drenched in blood and the flaking skin drooling black ink. She straightened his legs the best she could and began to wrap him up in bandages clumsily. It was only when she reached his neck did Quinn pause.
Despite his broken expression, with one eye missing and the other loosely shut with an eyelid that wasn't there anymore, she still felt it in her heart to smile. Despite it all, the pouring rain that blurred her vision, Caleb was at peace. She didn't need him to come back to life to tell her, to claim false lies through the teeth of the Shadow Isles. It may have been pretentious of her, but the Caleb she knew would always be the Caleb she would remember, even if the corrupted wished to make a nightmare of it. Her fingers lingered briefly on his pale cheek, mouthing words that would wash away with the rest of it all and covered his face with the white fabric. A sheet was then thrown over and Quinn stood up, her eyes firmly set on the walls and her blood boiling at the thought of the undead circling the city.
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