become undone / o, weekly task

[Character Graveyard.]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —//Retro to the fire.

Peytriviing had told him to host a vigil for the deceased members of the group. It hadn't sounded too difficult of a task, plus it sounded kind of fun that he got to decorate a place that was usually seen as grim and full of sorrow. Stockholm had grabbed a small basket and he had filled it up with red roses he had found not too far away from the mansion and he had gathered a whole bunch of white scented candles. Of course, he had decided to wait until sunset to head to the graveyard, as he felt like that was needed.

One by one, the young male scattered every rose across every grave of the deceased- before he neatly placed the scented candles in every corner of the graveyard. Ah, he had somewhat made this place look better, though he wasn't too sure what the others would think of his work. Would they like it or would they happen to hate it?

[Luciferr]

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RIZER is a MANTICORE that stands at a height of 5FT, like all his kind he has A BARBED SEGMENTED TAIL and like some he also features WINGS due to his heritage, as much of his form is also scaled past his mane. He currently resides within the ROSEBLOODS. his parents were EURYDICE TARGARYEN and DOMERIC of an old site litter. he is the incarnation of the PALE HERALD of DEATH of the 4 heralds of the end, where Talyn is the red.

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Rizer was often near the graveyard since he'd come - often lingering near the cold whispers of the dead in some effort to be at home here, even if this was no effervescent lake of souls that he'd long stood judge over.

pale-blood eyes travelled across headstones newly adorned with flowers as they glanced up to rest on its perpetrator - the flowers did not bother him, nothing rarely did, but it sometimes comforted the disquiet - a few of the less silent graves to his ears were subdued today.

Rizer merely inclined his head to his unfamiliar colleague.

[align=center]FIRE AND BLOOD

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RIZER TARGARYEN

But what is this that I can't see, With ice cold hands taking hold of me?

© ceilidh

[rushy]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Lydia didn't like sad things. She didn't like to think about them, let alone see then with her own two eyes. Unfortunately though, just like chores (of which Lydia also hated), sadness was just a part of life. She'd been down anyways since the tragedy of the fire had struck down The Rosebloods' territory unexpectedly.

"You did a good job," Lydia would murmur quietly to Stockholm, making sure to tap his shoulder with her tail in reassurance that everything he'd done was alright. She brushed past and sat towards the side quietly, tucking her bushy tail over her front paws and lowering her head in vigil to the lost ones.