I WISH YOU WERE DEAD BABE ☆ personal mini-monument

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan found himself raising his head in surprise when Franklin collapsed nearby, having not even heard the child approaching. He had been so caught up in his little "prayer" that the exhausted pup had managed to stumble over without him noticing. The soothsayer hesitated for a moment, his stitched up tail coming to rest across his paws. He had no idea if Michael had taught Franklin anything about death, or if the boy would truly be able to understand it fully. However, he didn't want to lie to Frank, so he shrugged his slim shoulders before answering, "They're friends of mine... family, too. They're gone now, but I made this in honor of them. Since I'm sure they're still watching over us." He looked up at the sky briefly, trying to imagine the gaze of those he was missing looking down at him from between the clouds. However, his peace was interrupted by the scent of death, causing him to wrinkle his nose and sigh. He knew that the scent was from his own zombified body, but he still found himself frustrated. He'd need to find some way to combat against it, someday...

Another familiar scent soon caused Roan to turn his head – his mama. He had known about her following him more and more, ever since his unexpected transformation into his current form, but he hadn't said anything. It wouldn't been fair to scold her about it, especially considering the circumstances of Jaime's death. Just thinking about it caused the medic to wince, and he quickly turned around, waving his tail in greeting over at Roxie. He spoke quietly, his tone tired and slightly breathless, "Hey, mama. Is... is there anything that you'd like to add to the shrine? You might know better than I what Jaime would've liked." He and Jaime had obviously been close, but his medical duties had often kept him busy, making the relationship between them occasionally distant, or strained. He'd rather have Roxie contribute, since he knew that she had kept a close eye on all her children.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan