12-01-2020, 02:31 AM
NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Arrow's first death had, truthfully, been the first major event that Aurum had witnessed after joining Tanglewood. At the time, he had known little of the other, simply stumbling upon the scene to see her coughing and sick, until eventually she was just... gone. It had been quite horrifying for the – at the time – younger lion, and had definitely shaken him to his core. After that, he had resolved to get closer to those that lived within Tanglewood, not wanting to stumble upon the death of a stranger ever again. Of course, when Arrow had returned once before, the lion had been overjoyed, glad to join the several others in rejoicing over her presence within Tanglewood once again. Even if he hadn't known her well, he had never been the type to brush off the return of a groupmate. Unfortunately, her return to Tanglewood had been very brief, and it hadn't been long before she had disappeared once again, lost to the swampland that surrounded them. After that, Aurum had thought very little of her, usually intentionally. Thinking too much of those that had been lost brought only misery, and regrets.
The former proxy never would have thought, in a million years, that he would see Arrow again. Let alone in the form that she currently took. He had been out on a patrol when he stumbled upon her, almost missing her vaguely see through form as he passed by. Initially, he thought that she was just a trick of the light, staring for several seconds as he felt a strange numbness filled his chest. Immediately, her new appearance reminded him of Beck, and he once again wondered where the other resident ghost had wandered off to. Perhaps it was for the better that he wasn't here – he would've been furious at their current situation. Shaking that from his mind, Aurum slowly moved closer to the spirit, his voice thick when he eventually spoke up, "Arrow...? Is that really you, or am I just seeing things?" She looked so sickly, as if she was falling apart, although he supposed that was natural. Ghosts weren't ghosts because they had been doing amazing for themselves. Despite this, it did hurt him to see her in such a state, wishing he was able to help somehow. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
The former proxy never would have thought, in a million years, that he would see Arrow again. Let alone in the form that she currently took. He had been out on a patrol when he stumbled upon her, almost missing her vaguely see through form as he passed by. Initially, he thought that she was just a trick of the light, staring for several seconds as he felt a strange numbness filled his chest. Immediately, her new appearance reminded him of Beck, and he once again wondered where the other resident ghost had wandered off to. Perhaps it was for the better that he wasn't here – he would've been furious at their current situation. Shaking that from his mind, Aurum slowly moved closer to the spirit, his voice thick when he eventually spoke up, "Arrow...? Is that really you, or am I just seeing things?" She looked so sickly, as if she was falling apart, although he supposed that was natural. Ghosts weren't ghosts because they had been doing amazing for themselves. Despite this, it did hurt him to see her in such a state, wishing he was able to help somehow. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
— Reggan