bad apple | death

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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — //a note that mingan is played by me, so this does not count as powerplaying! i will play both characters in the same post

    tw for mild gore!


    Death was never something to be taken lightly. It was always brutal. Heart-wrenching.


    But when you were the sole medic of a group full of various creatures, it was tough to balance things out. It was tough to care for so many creatures. And it was tough to all hold it in the pads of your paw without having the occasional anger fit, or breakdown.


    It was even harder when news came of a loved one's death.


    It had been a partly-cloudy day. A day that Sunny felt was perfect for going on a walk just to see the sights, as she did often. She only had one patient in the medical den right now recovering from some pretty bad wounds, but he was improving day by day. She felt that he was in good paws. The rainbow-colored kitsune made her way towards the end of the island, where she could see NPCs boarding and leaving the ships that floated from the island to the ground below. Her tails each twitched, with a level of curiosity higher than the other. Taking a deep breath, minutes passed as Sunny continued to stare down at the ground, not watching the boats move up and down, and resurface below.

    Then she was yanked back.


    The kitsune hit a tree, rolling on the ground. "Oww..." Her eyes opened. Standing over her was a large dragoness. "Kady...?" But it wasn't.


    "Found you."


    It was Sundance's worst nightmare.


    "Figured I'd have some fun before we made our way." She smirked. "Where's your pathetic wife, bitch?"


    "S-STOP! NO! No...don't do this."


    "You have taken what is rightfully mine. My kids are in your group. And if you don't give them back to me...well, you'll be my present for Shriven." Mingan snaked around the rainbow-colored kitsune, nothing but evil oozing from her very soul.


    "You, you...will never take Lumi and Aurelio! NEVER! They are my kids!"


    "You idiot. They're my kids. I found them. And then you stole them from under my nose like...a ruffian."


    "No I didn't!"


    "Oh stop your pathetic bitching and moaning!" The dragoness narrowed her eyes. "Ugh, you're proving to be more of a nuisance than Shriven!" She slammed a foot down on Sundance before the medic trainee had a chance to dodge it. Immediately she started squirming.


    Mingan powered up a fireball...and fired.


    A loud scream echoed through the forest as Sundance thrashed even more.


    It was abruptly cut off when Mingan dug her claws into flesh.


    With the fire still burning, Mingan huffed. "Great. Now it's burned. Why did I even do that...?" She shook her head. "Whatever. I'm sure there's another rainbow kitsune around somewhere. But remember...this is what happens when you don't play by my rules." The dragoness took to the skies, leaving the dead burning body where it was, large gashes in its side. Wings ripped off, blood oozing from it. Eyes wide open, paralyzed with fear.


    It was a horrifying sight. And one would blame the Exiles for it mostly--since Mingan still had some left on her after she had been exiled from there.


    Sundance was dead, on a count of murder by child thief and killer.


    // Angelbeats~ , feel free to track this!

    this is sunny's last hurrah, as part of a plot between luna and i and our characters! i will probably be bringing a character back to blizzardclan since i loved my time here with all you guys, so expect me to be back :3

    y/c is also welcome to suspect the exiles! i would rather mingan not be found out for plot reasons.


    "speech"

    //poor sunny oh my god laskjdfs


    A death unexpected was a death most disarming. They would all meet their ends one day, and some could have an estimate of that day when they became old and gray, but the loss of a young individual was rarely ever anticipated. It happened, of course, but it was never any less of a shock, and so, after pursuing the sound of a scream, Narukami was...unnerved. Dismayed, paralyzed, his gaze set on Sunny's mutilated body, and for a moment, he was convinced this was merely the start of a deeply unpleasant dream. It would not be the first of his dreams wherein he lost those he knew, except after a bite to his leg, the pain was very real, and he recognized that this, too, was horribly present. Sunny was- she was murdered, brutally, and perhaps if he had sprinted faster, he might have intervened, might have spared her this awful fate. But he hadn't, and she was dead, and the faint yet distinct scent of The Exiles permeated the air.


    He shouldn't be surprised. After The Exiles took Angelbeats, Sunny had flown into a rage; perhaps someone there learned of her, or perhaps it was the Mingan Sunny mentioned. It was impossible to know here, with her chilling, bloodied corpse branded into his mind. "I am sorry." He extinguished the flames dirt, guilty that he should cover her body with earth when it felt disrespectful, but if they buried her- well, it would happen regardless. Fuck.

    —TAGS

    ❝ ARMS BY MY SIDE, HEART ON MY SLEEVE ❞


    // she was so sweet ! she'll be sorely missed </3


    Two deaths in one week? This caught Leifsdottir off guard. She was still reeling from witnessing the aftermath of their Vice-Leader's suicide, but this felt a little different. The dragoness's death had particularly hurt her so because of the fact that it was brought upon herself by her own hand. It had left her angry, angry that there were people out there that had their own lives untimely stripped away without their say in the matter, and yet here she was, willing to end her own. And it had left her even more untrusting of her clanmates than when she had arrived. Sundance's death was different in the aspect that it wasn't voluntary. From the looks of it, it was far from it.


    The paladin trainee had been padding along the border during a solo border patrol when she had come across the charred medic's body and Narukami. Her first thought was that it was possibly the Japanese bobtail that had done this. She had no idea where his alignment lay, what kind of loyalties and ties he harbored. But the thought was quickly dispelled as she watched him extinguish the flames from her body. Leifsdottir quietly approached the scene, hanging her head low, but her ears still perked, on the look out for the murderer. She didn't say anything, only stealing a few glances at the corpse and then turning her head to the side. There wasn't really much to say. Sundance was dead, and Blizzardclan was now left without a medic. As far as she was aware, Sunny didn't even have an apprentice. How were they going to train a new one?


    The numbness inside surprised her.


    ❝ THE CHANDELIER FALLS AS I STAND UNDERNEATH ❞

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ —

    Aurelio was next to arrive. He had heard the scream - his sensitive ears picking up on it. He knew immediately who it was, and it sent fear rippling through him. Not again. First Kady had died under his nose and while the dragoness was okay - well, not okay - in a new body, he knew that this was different. Kady had been quiet as she slipped away, suicide at it's finest. He had never experienced something like that before. The kit had experienced death under the fear of Tavi, had experienced anger when his adopted mother had been taken away. Though Aurelio had never met the infamous Mingan, he had developed a hatred towards them, deep, and nothing like anything normal.


    He raced through the forest, each paw step leaving a droplet of gold behind. A trail of spreading gold followed him, covering small leaves and grass blades it touched. Aurelio knew by now that the things he unwillingly turned to gold faded away, and he wasn't concerned with the mess he was leaving now. He ran and ran and ran until he finally, finally came across the scene. Leif and Narukami were there, and the stench of the Exiles was in the air, and his heart tore in two at the sight before him. Aurelio opened his mouth and screamed, just as loud as hers had been. Sundance was charred, mutilated, dead.


    Aurelio stopped, frozen, another scream caught in his throat. His mind shifted to Yuuri, his other adopted mother. Where was she? Then, it shifted to Lumi. She couldn't see this. If she did, Aurelio would blame himself forever. She was too young to see the horror that had been inflicted upon their mother. Aurelio turned to Narukami, eyes wide, horror frozen in them. The ground beneath his feet was turned into gold, and it was spreading across the ground. "Lumi..." He choked out, looking back at Sundance. A sob caught in his throat. "I n-need... Narukami... Lumi. She can't see this." Aurelio whispered, eyes trained on the body of his dead mother.


    He was frozen for another moment before a sob wracked his body and he threw himself at his dead mother, crying onto her charred body. The tears left streaks of gold down her body and his own body shook. "Please come back, Sundance, please!" He sobbed, burying himself in her. Sundance had taken him in, had adopted him, had loved him along with Yuuri. It was because of her that he had a sister, it was because of her he had a family. It was at that moment that he felt something harden in him, something angry. Pure hatred and undying anger.


    Someone had killed her, and he was going to kill them in the worst way possible. He silently swore upon it as sobs shook his body. He was going to do this, for Sundance, for Lumi, for Yuuri. For all of them.


    Narukami blamed himself for failing to register Aurelio's arrival, and to prevent the child from seeing the body of his mother; initially, he, like Leifsdottir, wondered at the loss of their sole healer, but now his concerns were solely for those closest to her. He was...not the most emotional of people, nor did he make friends, but he was not unfeeling, and when Aurelio turned to him, grief choking his words as he begged that Lumi remain unaware, typically cold amber eyes thawed, expression taut. "Leifsdottir," the feline began, glancing over at the Paladin Trainee, "if you see Lumi, make certain she does not get close." He would have undertaken the responsibility himself, were it not for Aurelio's wracked state, the boy sobbing into his mother's corpse. Gaze heavy, features grim, Narukami stepped closer, aware he was not the best at offering comfort to those who were not his daughter, but he could not leave Aurelio.


    "We will find who did this," the dark feline murmured, settling a gentle paw on the child's back.


    —TAGS

    It a fair question, especially at a time like this: what was Algernon's relationship with death? Well...rather like a poor student standing before a stern headmaster with a ruler. He knew of it and its power; had been close more times than he could count; and feared it greatly. And yet...there was no great shock in it anymore. Loner life would do that for you, if nothing else: acquaint you with mortality.


    The Paladin Trainee had not heard the scream. Even though it had been so loud, his hearing just wasn't good enough anymore. It was the scents that drew him: fire, blood, the foreign, dangerous scent of the Exiles. He was nearby attempting to hunt when the wind shifted and brought him that most fearful cocktail. His guy twisted with alarm and he spun to face the source of the smells. Without hesitation he teleported as far in that direction as he could see, rematerializing moments later.


    Now he could see a small knot of people gathered around something black, above which a wisp of smoke still lingered. The scents were stronger now and he felt his anxiety intensify. There was no urgency, no haste among the distant figures of his Clanmates. That meant only two things: they were looking at something insignificant, or a death has already occurred. Either way, no action could be taken, save a funeral.


    His heart was already heavy as he teleported onto the scene, arriving inexpertly around ten feet to the left. A shiver of sorrow claimed his body as he drew up by Leifsdottir and understood what had happened. Sundance...The tom was too late and too deaf to hear what was being discussed, but he sat beside his co-workers and bore witness to Aurelio's grief, his heart breaking over and over for the boy.


    Acting purely on instinct, Algie chose the only thing he knew how to, the only thing that had brought him comfort after he witnessed deaths as a loner - or got especially close to his own. He began to sing under his breath, a mere whisper: softly, solemnly, and in tones of deepest respect. He had a surprisingly good voice, and the words poured gently from his mouth; familiar old friends, deathbed companions...his greatest comfort in the immediate face of tragedy.


    "Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, in days of old lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear...for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne..."

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Ella had heard the faint sound of sobs in the fair distant and immediately began running to the source.


    As she got closer her pace slowed down immensely. It seemed as though she was already too late. Green hues went to the burnt corpse as she took the entirety of the scene in. Sunny was dead. Judging from the scent it was likely someone from the Exiles. Someone that would pay for their actions. For now though she forced her anger into a small corner in her mind.


    Trying her best to keep calm, the flower crowned feline looked away from the body and looked at Aurelio. She had already taken notice of Narukami trying to comfort the golden child. It was a bit awkward, but at least he was trying to help the dreadful situation. It was nice to see the usually stolid male try to show kindness to him.


    "Aurelio, do you know her favorite flower?" the flower crowned feline asked gently. Most would have looked at her funny for her question, but she had a plan. Hopefully the idea would help with the upcoming grief.