Tell Yourself Another Lie // Dead

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    /Minor gore warning *


    There's no such thing as a happy ending.


    She knew that it wouldn't end favorably for her, but the serval had not been expecting it to be this soon. After all, there was so much to live for. Her children weren't all grown up yet, especially Dominic, her youngest but trueborn son that she sent off to another clan to ward. And though it hurt her to even send him so far away, Shavronne knew it was better for the young boy to be less influenced by his father. As for the rest, they were pretty close but she still would have wanted to be there for them. However, they were mostly grown and Iustitia could care for anyone if needed. The feline knew that she could depend on her adopted son for that.


    Her death was far from swift. It was an agonizing process, more like. Her pale corpse seemed to have been dragged and left outside in the King's Wood, not far off from the main road without a single sign of the true aggressor. The state of her ravaged body barely told the whole tale but, it's better left unmentioned. Rape and murder were not subjects that boded well with most creatures, after all.


    However, in death, there was still the air of grace and dignity despite her broken and brutalized form. Her usually sleek pelt was torn open in multiple places but the strikingly red blossoms of coagulated blood seemed to display her limp form as an art piece instead of a morbid scene. Her glassy violet eyes were half lidded and staring dully at the sky with the attitude of an avid but exhausted stargazer while her body was modestly laid on it's side. She was as serene as a murdered creature could look even with the blood and gore taken into account.


    Now, was there the possibility that she would rise back from the dead? Shavronne had returned once and she may be capable of doing it again though the task will prove difficult as her soul had been consumed. But, would she be willing to live through Dominus again?
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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor;borderwidth=0px;bordercolor=;text-align:justify;width:455px;][size=12][font='Times New Roman,Times,serif']Iustitia hated to stray this far from his home, but with his father back he had decided to journey down to Deresso's home, perhaps stay with him for a short while, however on his way there he smelled blood, blood at the scent of none other than Lady Bolton. His eyes widened slightly, and a small gasp was let out of his mouth, he bolted towards the scene, not caring if what awaited him would break his heart, which it did. The female lay broken, her body mutilated, though not beyond recognition, she had been severely changed... and he knew who had done it, or at least he had an idea of who to peg it on, "Dominus." His voice was a low growl, he would see that the male payed for this blatant disrespect.


    He could take injury to his body, but no one close to him should ever go through what he had on a daily basis in his youth. The young canine looked around, and bowed his head over the females body, laying down and burying his nose in the bloodied fur. "May you find peace... mother." It was the first, and only time the male would ever use that word for anyone, he had no living mother, and Lady Bolton had adopted him, he never truly felt like he belonged. Breathing deeply, the slender black wolf lay still, almost as motionless as Shavronne.


    Someone would pay for this. It wasn't because of the Bolton name, Iustitia couldn't care less about that anymore, Shavronne was the only reason that he had kept up his behavior, but now, there was nothing holding him back from disregarding the family name that meant nothing to him. "Our blades are sharp, my dearest mother, you will be avenged." He murmured softly, breathing in the iron scent of blood, and the dark scent of death, his nose covered in the blood of his fallen lady.

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    Death seemed to hover around Oliver like an ever-present smog. While some might be from natural causes, others he felt as though he should've been there to protect them. It left him bitter inside, thinking that he hadn't done all that he could to keep them from dying.


    He glanced to Usta, the only Bolton who'd not shown disgust towards him. "I'm sorry for your loss. If there's anything I could do," he said, in an attempt to comfort him.


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    When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}

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    JAEHAERYS TARGARYEN | KING OF WESTEROS

    [font=Georgia]Jaehaerys hadn't been close to Shavronne, but Lady Bolton had been an astute contributor the kingdom. However, it was the fact that her murder had happened so close to the capital that incensed him--the knowledge that there were still these predators that lurked about the the outskirts of society, preying on innocents.


    "I'm sorry, Iustitia," the king murmured, offering his condolences. It didn't look like the murderer was anywhere close, but he could do his best to see if he could at least make an attempt to find out who had done it. "I'll send out a few search parties to see if they can pick up the tracks of whoever had done this."

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    [center][font=times new roman][color=#ffffff]"SO COMES SNOW AFTER FIRE."

    Soren approached, her maw crinkling up at the state of Shavronne's body. She'd been a kind folk, especially to Soren. Kneeling down on her front paws, Soren placed a paw over Shavronne's eyes, closing them. She deserved respect. After a few moments, she stood up, looking towards Usti. "I will help you find who did this, if you need me to," she said darkly.

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    [align=justify][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Urri was not used to death.


    He was little. A baby. He wasn't supposed to become familiar with death for a long time, but here he was, and there Shavronne was, quite dead. He didn't know her very well. Although she'd volunteered to take him on at the previous court session, he'd been wary around her. She'd taken him in out of the kindness of her heart, and he didn't want her to change her mind. He didn't want to be stuck out on the streets alone.


    Was there something wrong with him? He'd served Lady Ceryse and she'd disappeared. He'd lived with Lady Bolton and she'd died. Was he cursed? Maybe it was because of his blood. Septa Jasmyn was his mothers, and septas were supposed to remain chaste. Maybe the Seven were real and angry about that.


    Of course, he didn't think of any of that now. Those thoughts would come to haunt the baby otter later. Now he just felt frozen, unsure of what to do and think, unable to make his body move.

    Fortinbras had viewed Shavronne in much the same way he'd regarded Ceryse; a politically successful, kind, courteous, intelligent female who served excellently in her position as head of house. And as he gazed at her strangely elegant but horrifyingly disfigured corpse he felt as though he was hearing of Ceryse's disappearance once again, although without that tinge of hope that she could, perhaps, return. No, indeed, there was no doubting that the former Lady of Dreadfort had passed on, but much like with the loss of Ceryse he felt more concern for those she had left behind, the ones who would be the most impacted. His brass eyes swiveled to Usti and sympathy bloomed in his stomach. The Border Collie sighed heavily and said in a gentle voice, "I'm so sorry for your loss, Iustitia. She's in a better place now." then he moved over to Urri and attempted to rest his tail on the Pyke's shoulder. "Why don't you come with me, lad? Only if you want to, but...you needn't see this."

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor;borderwidth=0px;bordercolor=;text-align:justify;width:455px;][size=12][font='Times New Roman,Times,serif']Iustitia let out a shuddering breath and stood up, "Thank you lord Stark, I am afraid there is nothing that can be done." He murmured his voice soft, and sad. The king then spoke, and all Usti could do was look at the male numbly, the one thing he cared about in Dreadfort was now gone... probably forever. His eyes drifted to Soren, "Thank you." He whispered nodding his head, it was comforting, but this was a quest that he had to accomplish, and he already knew who it was, though his word would most likely not be taken seriously.


    Dominus was respected after all, for some stupid reason or another. Usti's eyes shot to Urri and he whined slightly, this was no sight for the baby otter to see, "She must be buried with full honor." He barked, gulping back his emotions, he couldn't show how distraught he was. "Thank you Lord Lynderly." The black wolf barked, "Urri..." Shavronne had taken the kid in when Lady Hightower had gone missing, now that she was gone, he was without a guardian, and Usti felt he had to stand up and take the responsibility, as he did not trust Dominus with the child.