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Time to drink, chat, and get drunk.

Jormungand

"It was at that moment that his heart stopped."

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Time - 0400AM, 21 Hours after Baby's death

Weather - Rain

Day of the Week (DOTW) - Thursday

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Rain. Rain. A slash of lightning, lighting up the sky. The panther looked up from his crouched position, the phenomenon briefly gleaming up his features, the sharp angle of his jaw, the muscles on his body, the sad glint in his icy blue optics. He narrowed his eyes and let out a sigh, resting his chin on his paws and curling his tail tighter around his body.
Why, out of all the people, did Baby have to die? Out of anyone there, there were so, so many of them, why did she have to die? She was the only person Jormungand had left in his life ever since their parents died. She was the younger sister of the family, and they depended on each other like the tide depended on the moon. They were siblings, best friends, partners in crime. There was no way one could carry on without the other.
The rain pattered onto his face, over his eyelids, mixing with the salty tang of tears that leaked out of his ducts, an emotion bursting forth within him that he had never felt before. Not even when his parents were crushed. Baby had been devastated, but then again she had always been the softer from the two, the porcelain-looking doll. He was very protective of her, and a sad smile graced his lips as he recalled their best moments together.

When she took down her first deer, he was there to cheer her on. When she first got injured, he was there to relieve the pain, yanking the bone out with his teeth. When she was sad, he would be there to comfort her. In short, they had been unseparatable.
He didn't even remember properly how she had died, it had all been a blur, but he was certain that it had been an ambush meant to kill him, but it was technically his fault that she had to die. He had lagged behind to quickly hunt for dinner, all the while keeping her in sight, and he looked away for a brief moment to ensure the animal was dead, and when he looked back she was staring at him blankly, maw open. He was slightly confused, but picked up the animal- he didn't even give a shit what that animal was, whatever it was, it wasn't worth it - and made his way back to her in a few bounds in time to see her legs buckle and her collapse. He had dropped the animal and, as if in slow motion, watch the moving of her front elbow expose an impossibly sharp canine release blood from her side. She made a small whimpering noise and he dropped down next to her.
"Baby-"
"Jor.. no, it's okay. Life happens all the time, it's just a circle that we're all in and cannot get out of." She said with a weak smile. He shook his head.
"Baby, no, hold it together, please. We-we can do something about it-" He had never, ever in his life been so emotionally exposed, but in this moment he didn't fucking care. Fuck everything. Fuck everybody around them. Baby was the only thing that mattered right now. He clasped her paw against his chest and held back a sob. Orbs half-lidded and a faint sigh, Baby continued. "Brother, please, stay safe. Whatever you do..." Her voice dropped to a faint whisper, and he had to lean close to her mouth to hear. "Don't go after my killer, and throw my body in the lake."
Then her eyes shut, and Jormungand felt his heart stop. "Baby-"
No answer.
"Baby?" He tried again, nudging her leg up with his nose, and watched it fall, limply, to the ground. He didn't know how long he sat there, staring blankly at her body, before getting up, as if possessed. His gaze honed in on the tooth, still sticking out of her limp, beautiful body. With an unholy roar he dove forwards, clamping his jaws around the weapon and yanking it out, being careful not to damage his sister's body. As if by some magic, as he dragged the tooth out of her body a long strand of Baby's tail fur also came loose and wrapped itself around the canine. With a paw he tried to pluck it loose, but found out he couldn't. The fur glowed silver, grew thicker, and wrapped itself into a loop. He slid it over his lobes until it came to rest on his chest, the string around his neck, and he tapped the weapon. It was sharp, very sharp, and he didn't care what happened to him whilst wearing it. Let him die too, over her body, so he could finally find her in Heaven. He'd probably go to Hell, but knowing how nice she had been when she had still been...
living
he knew she would make it to where the sun shone and everything was beautiful.
He was the opposite. He had seen so much bloodshed and enjoyed it, so his death wouldn't be all flowers and happiness.
Bones, blood.
Limbs scattered all over the battlefield.
Jormungand shook his head and clawed at the ground in frustration.
"Throw my body in the lake."
He remembered her breath, and picked her up by the scruff.
He usually enjoyed blood, spilling it, and watching it drizzle into the ground, but for once, he didn't want to see the crimson liquid from her body.
So he looked up as he pulled her limp form towards the water, taking care not to let sticks snag her fur and making sure her white fur stayed clean.
Getting to the water he laid her body down gently, and began smoothing out her fur with long strokes of his tongue, taking care to get rid of the blood and getting her fur back to its original silvery state.
He looked away as he nudged his dead sister into the water, but casting a quick glance back at her, and froze as he watched her body sink into the depth.
After standing stock-still for a moment, he spun, stalked through the bushes, and slunk towards the closest cave he could find, one closest to the water, and curled up on the floor. He opened his body posture, an invitation for her to come fit her form into his, before freezing again as the realisation that she was gone hit, and he pulled his limbs close to his body again, wrapping his tail over his nose.

All of that happened yesterday, and Jormungand was still crouched in the same position, blankly staring at the water. He hadn't moved since he last sat down, and he was slightly hungry, but he ignored it and pushed the hunger away.
Let him die.
Let him starve to death.
Let him not be alive anymore.
The only meaning to his life was gone. Poof. Disappeared.
Fuck it.
He kept his position, and raised his muzzle to stare into the sky. The rain pitter-pattered on the floor, getting his paws wet, dripping off of his nose.
It would take him time to recover, even if he could, which he didn't really feel like doing any time soon.
Why not just jump into the water to follow her?
Wouldn't that just be... easier?

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Might have fucked up.

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Sanity

Jormungand

"Thin as they were, they were slowly being plucked apart by this... moron's attacks."

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Time - 2300PM, one day after Baby's death

Weather - Foggy

Day of the Week (DOTW) - Friday

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"Weak." The male snarled, his tail lashing angrily as his claws dug deep grooves into the ground. "Pathetic." Another roar. "Pity." He let a growl rumble his throat. "You feel pity for me? You dare?"
This... person, had begun tugging at the strings. Slowly, teasingly, second by second. The strings of his sanity. Thin as they were, they were slowly being plucked apart by this.. moron's attacks. His opponent grinned, a sadistic smile, unsheathing gleaming talons and copying the panther's movements before dissolving in the steam, reappearing, curling around the panther's neck. "But, you don't want my pity? Everybody knows how you lost B-"

The strings snapped as his beloved's name was mentioned. Anything that held Jormungand's sanity to this plane had just been ripped to shreds, not that there was much to begin with. With a scream of anger, his vision turning crimson, the 200-pound, muscular male lunged towards his enemy. To his utter unsurprise, his opponent didn't try to run away, instead matched him, move for move. No blows were landed, though crimson lifeblood was spilt, only one-sided. He could call on his shadows to armor him, but he wanted to bleed. To stain the ground, to mark the place as his, and his only. This place was going to be his. Nobody could take it. Too much has happened here for it to be ruined by a mere trespasser. Dirt, dust, sweat, the pungent, addicting, metallic smell of blood, his blood, soon hung heavy in the air. He snarled, angrily, looking at his mauled frontal paws, and sat down, smoothing out his fur with rough strokes of his tongue.

"Do not mention her name again to me. To anyone. Ever. Or be certain those will be the last words you'll ever utter."
Outside he seemed calm, but inside he was positively boiling with rage. How dare he use Baby's name in vain? Calling her out to be a liar, and a cheat? No, not her. Jormungand may be one, and he was proud to admit it, but not his sister.
"I will hunt you down even if I have to travel to the edge of the Realm and back. I'll follow you into the Shadows and back. Insult her again, and I'll find a way to bring you to life so I can bring down a fucking plethora of shit raining down on you." He threatened, orbs turning icy cold and hard, unforgiving, as the handsome male scowled at the floor. His Shadow stared back, an evil smile on his face as it stood up and began striding on the floor.
"Actually, handsome, I can do whatever I want. You don't own me, you can't tell me what to do. I can dirt-throw shit on anyone and they won't be able to touch me."
Suddenly, a sinister grin spread on the panther's lips as he stood up, coming face-to-face with the demon. "Actually, I can. You seem to be forgetting something, don't you?" He taunted. The other seemed a bit confused, so Jormungand pressed on, anger still brewing in his mind, but sadistic pleasure took over the majority.
"You seem to be forgetting Hebe."
Hebe.
The witch, he had threatened into giving him the power to raise the shadows of the dead, what he used for his sister.
He watched with glee as the demon's complexion visibly paled.
"You seem to forget," Jor drawled on, "That I can make whatever I summon touchable, right?" He clucked his tongue, false sympathy dripping from his lips.
The other stayed quiet. Jormungand lifted his chin in triumph, blood dripping down it to splatter on the floor, eyes glowing through the mist.
"Anything you got to say?"

No answer. He was left alone in the clearing and the heart, once again. His lifeblood was still pooling from his paws and side, and he let out a gruff sigh, starting to limp towards the water mass that his dead sister was dropped into. Upon reaching it, he stepped into the water, wincing briefly as the coldness stung his warm pads. He hissed through his teeth before dipping his head down and lapping at the water, completely submerging his body, washing out the grime, dirt, blood and sweat, watching it drift and dissolve into the water.

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It's survival of the fittest and you and me both play by the rules, no?