04-26-2020, 11:22 AM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
Feza had joined Tanglewood only perhaps a day after Aurum had. Their timing had been so similar that the lion had known the party throwing feline for pretty much the entirely of his stay within Tanglewood. He couldn't even remember a time where he had existed within the swamp without her presence also lingering. Initially, this had been upsetting to him. He was raised to be silent and operate on logic, and Feza went against all of that, with her loud, high pitched voice, and illogical plans. They had clashed so much that for a period, it hadn't exactly been unusual to see him snapping at her over whatever ill conceived plan she had pulled out that week. He was ashamed of that period of his life, honestly. He had changed a great deal since then, and no longer did he think of Feza as a nuisance. Instead he thought of her as a friend, and a valued member of Tanglewood. Clearly he wasn't the only one who thought so, considering her status as a guardsman. He was glad that they didn't have to worry about incidents like the jellybean incident again, since he could remember how her words had felt like blades burrowing deep within his heart. That had been the turning point, truly. When she had thought that he would go as far as to hurt her.
Recently, Aurum had noticed he wasn't seeing as much of the brightly colored snow leopard, a fact that left him with both a sense of worry and guilt. In the past, he had always made sure to check in on her when he checked in with everyone else. Yet recently he had been so busy with his own life that he hadn't been making such rounds. He could only hope that she wasn't locking herself away because of him — he didn't really know how many people these days Feza was actually making an effort to get close to. It wasn't as if she had any family, and he was fairly sure he would've noticed if she had a boyfriend or girlfriend to check on her. The more he pondered what state she must've been in, the more guilty he felt, his head practically spinning at the feeling. He had been intending to stay inside and get some rest for the evening, but now? He needed to see Feza, and he needed to talk to her, even if she wasn't in the mood. Truthfully, he could only pray that someone else bad already had a similar idea, and she would already be entertaining company.
The walk over to her place was quick, and quiet, and soon enough he was knocking on her door, clearing his throat before he called inside, "Feza! It's Aurum, could we talk?" He expected her to come bounding to the door, or to at least hear some kind of noise or call from inside. Instead, he was faced with pure silence. It unsettled him further, prompting him to shove open the door. He wasn't sure if Feza ever locked it, but that was something he could talk to her about. Stepping inside her home, he called out again, his tone slightly more pleading, "Feza! C'mon, I haven't seen you in weeks..." Once again, there was no response, and his sense of unease only grew. He moved further inside, taking soft steps as he moved towards the main room. And then he saw her.
To say that his heart sank would be the understatement of the century. No, instead it was as if a sea of sorrow and guilt formed in his stomach, with greedy waves reaching up to wrench his heart down, down, down. Until it was no longer in his body, and instead lingered somewhere far beneath the surface of the sea, wailing in agony. Everything felt... numb. His ears were full of a dull static as he stared up at Feza's body, blinking over and over again, as if he would somehow wake up from this terrible nightmare. However, even after digging his claws into his other leg, he didn't wake up. This was real. Terribly real. His actions after that realization were almost robotic, his wings spreading and lifting him up, where he could gather Feza's cold form in his arms and bring her downward. As he placed her limp body upon the ground below, the dam finally broke. The numbness was replaced with sheer agony, a roar of sorrow leaving him for his fallen friend.
He turned his head and shouted at the top of his lungs, desperate, "Selby! Moth! Someone... someone, please!" He knew that there was nothing the medics could do for her now. It was just a nonsensical plea, searching for some kind of way to right this wrong. But truly, there was nothing anyone could do. Feza was gone, and unless a miracle happened, she wasn't coming back. The realization hit the proxy hard, his large form slumping to the ground as he pressed his nose against her cold skin. His form shook with barely restrained sobs, his words hoarse and forced out, "Feza... Feza no... please... please come back to us. Please?" There was no movement, no response, nothing. His heart sank further down in the sea, swallowed by waves of turmoil and mourning. With his eyes falling shut, the angel could only choke out softly, "Please... if you can hear me, please be kind to her... she doesn't deserve this..." Aurum was hardly the praying type, especially after his escape from heaven, but it seemed like the only right thing to do at this moment.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Recently, Aurum had noticed he wasn't seeing as much of the brightly colored snow leopard, a fact that left him with both a sense of worry and guilt. In the past, he had always made sure to check in on her when he checked in with everyone else. Yet recently he had been so busy with his own life that he hadn't been making such rounds. He could only hope that she wasn't locking herself away because of him — he didn't really know how many people these days Feza was actually making an effort to get close to. It wasn't as if she had any family, and he was fairly sure he would've noticed if she had a boyfriend or girlfriend to check on her. The more he pondered what state she must've been in, the more guilty he felt, his head practically spinning at the feeling. He had been intending to stay inside and get some rest for the evening, but now? He needed to see Feza, and he needed to talk to her, even if she wasn't in the mood. Truthfully, he could only pray that someone else bad already had a similar idea, and she would already be entertaining company.
The walk over to her place was quick, and quiet, and soon enough he was knocking on her door, clearing his throat before he called inside, "Feza! It's Aurum, could we talk?" He expected her to come bounding to the door, or to at least hear some kind of noise or call from inside. Instead, he was faced with pure silence. It unsettled him further, prompting him to shove open the door. He wasn't sure if Feza ever locked it, but that was something he could talk to her about. Stepping inside her home, he called out again, his tone slightly more pleading, "Feza! C'mon, I haven't seen you in weeks..." Once again, there was no response, and his sense of unease only grew. He moved further inside, taking soft steps as he moved towards the main room. And then he saw her.
To say that his heart sank would be the understatement of the century. No, instead it was as if a sea of sorrow and guilt formed in his stomach, with greedy waves reaching up to wrench his heart down, down, down. Until it was no longer in his body, and instead lingered somewhere far beneath the surface of the sea, wailing in agony. Everything felt... numb. His ears were full of a dull static as he stared up at Feza's body, blinking over and over again, as if he would somehow wake up from this terrible nightmare. However, even after digging his claws into his other leg, he didn't wake up. This was real. Terribly real. His actions after that realization were almost robotic, his wings spreading and lifting him up, where he could gather Feza's cold form in his arms and bring her downward. As he placed her limp body upon the ground below, the dam finally broke. The numbness was replaced with sheer agony, a roar of sorrow leaving him for his fallen friend.
He turned his head and shouted at the top of his lungs, desperate, "Selby! Moth! Someone... someone, please!" He knew that there was nothing the medics could do for her now. It was just a nonsensical plea, searching for some kind of way to right this wrong. But truly, there was nothing anyone could do. Feza was gone, and unless a miracle happened, she wasn't coming back. The realization hit the proxy hard, his large form slumping to the ground as he pressed his nose against her cold skin. His form shook with barely restrained sobs, his words hoarse and forced out, "Feza... Feza no... please... please come back to us. Please?" There was no movement, no response, nothing. His heart sank further down in the sea, swallowed by waves of turmoil and mourning. With his eyes falling shut, the angel could only choke out softly, "Please... if you can hear me, please be kind to her... she doesn't deserve this..." Aurum was hardly the praying type, especially after his escape from heaven, but it seemed like the only right thing to do at this moment.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan