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JORMUNGAND
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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.
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
---
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.
ok