A Death in the Family [PLUXIRIA IS DEAD]

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    [color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
    We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.




    It had been sudden. It had also been unexpected, but isn’t death always that way? Had Sharven seen the signs, he might have urged his friend to the Herbs to try to seek help, but the tomcat understood that he had just wanted to let go. The hold Deathwish kept on their minds was tiring, and Pluxiria had battled hard against it. It was his choice to give up, and his choice to leave this life behind him.


    It was a loss that made him very sad. A loss that was so tragic, and that would be felt throughout the Skull.


    “My fellow Skull cats!” He cried out, calling the impromptu meeting. “It fills me with great sorrow to announce to you that Pluxiria has been found dead in his nest.”


    There would be questions. Was there foul play? Who killed him? But the answers would be few… No one killed him. Pluxiria simply just… died.



    ©katatonic 2013

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    [img width=170 height=255]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tum…m8q76Ztd1qjev1to1_500.jpg[/img]    		 [font=mv boli][color=tomato]The young son of Dita looked at the deputy, a puzzled expression on his face before he realized what happened. Then he blinked once, a slight shiver passing through his body as he realized just what the news was. Dead... a body. Now that Pluxiria was dead, his mind sorted the information to a new address--a corpse. That's what the damaged in his mind said, anyway. For him to remain just that much saner, even if it was only a miniscule amount.




    "Dead..." he whispered, as if confirming what Sharven already said. As if that was the only way that he would be able to process the information, if he said something to reaffirm the obvious. His mind, a bit shocked, was slipping into denial, but that was pushed roughly aside by the damager of his mind. The two extremes were yanking his mind in several ways, forcing him to shift up and down the levels of the grieving process with unnatural celerity. Unnatural... that's what I am?

    [align=center]Tiki was astounded. Pluxiria, was dead! Okay, rewind a second... Did he know who Plux was? Not really, being gone for a year and a half had really... Put strange aspect in his life. Oh he was sad and all to some extend.. And he though he might know who Sharven was, which meant he must of known Plux... But he was not sure.

    The words took awhile to register with Flight. She ended up almost falling off of the Peasant's ledge, where she had been resting. Her injuries had sapped a lot of her strength, which she needed to replace by sleeping in. All injuries forgotten, she stumbled off the ledge and into the crowd, eyes staring blankly at nothing. Pluxaria... dead? No. Her mind resisted it. She hadn't been devastated by Scythe's death, despite the fact that she'd been the first to come across the evidence; why did this feel like she'd been bitten by a fish in a forest?
    Flight pondered the question diligently to distract her from the horrific news. It came to her gradually- a combination of Pluxaria's more lenient attitude toward she-cats and Nez. The thought hit her like a blow. Poor Nez! She could only imagine what he would be going through. Flight knew how close he had been to his father. Glancing around sorrowfully, she searched for Nebuchadnezzar. He would need someone to comfort him. She hadn't quite gotten over her shock, but someone needed her now. For his sake, she couldn't afford to be weak.

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia;][justify]Vincent sat, his brown body immobile as he looked upon Sharven with an almost blank look in his eyes. And yet, in their amber depths there was a spark of something. Perhaps it was nothing but a reflection of the gears inside his mind turning, or perhaps it was anger? Who knows, for he certainty did not in his current hazed state.


    "He was a noble leader, and he will be.. missed." the words were in no hurry to get out and they stuck to the roof of his mouth like sap, but he forced them out regardless, thinking but not entirely caring that they might have sounded jumbled or confused. His thoughts went out to Nez, but he could not personally relate to the bond between father and son. It was a connection he had yet to feel, but if he ever had kids he would forge that bond if it was the last thing he did.


    "Is it known how he died?" maybe this was obvious for others cats, and maybe deep down Vincent knew it for himself, but it was as if he needed it confirmed aloud.

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    "Yes, yes... the inevitable time in a life of a Leader... death." Deathwish mumbled, taking a seat next to Sharven.


    His time here had been quite fun so far. An attack on the Elite, a meeting with his dead mother... and now the death of the great and powerful Pluxiria. His curriculum vitae was starting to fill up with all kinds of goodies.


    "I assume you found him, Sharven?" he inquired.

    I don't care just what you think
    As long as it's about me

    "Grandfather is dead?" The slender point whispered to herself in a hush voice as she stepped closer. Her small ears picked up the announcment and her blue eyes clouded with sadness. How could this be? The leader had always seemed.....eternal. But all things must end. This made the dark times of skull even darker now though. Amunet looked down at her paws, sadness seeping through her body. But she would not cry. Not ever.

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    [size=25pt][font=georgia]a&v[/size] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt]No. No, no, no, no. This could not be happening.




    Sheer horror at the news of her grandfather's death plastered her face, and Arie found that she couldn't move for the time being. Her relations to Pluxiria didn't matter-- she was nothing now. Not special, not royal, not anything. She was just thrown back with the other females at this point.




    Another thought hit her; what would Dita say...? Arie knew her mother wasn't mentally healthy at the moment; perhaps this news could push her over the edge. And if that happened, Arie would truly lose everything.




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    Even if he wasn't under the influence of a certain someone, Voltaire supposed he wouldn't make much of Pluxiria's death. Sure, some cats thought he had a decent run, but his way of leading wasn't fit for this alliance. The tabby had always despised the "new" way the Skulls were run by Scythe and Plux, with she-cats set as almost equal to the toms. Just thinking about it made his blood boil, his maw wrinkle and fold in a look of disgust.




    He managed to calm himself, though, and nodded to the words of respect muttered by others. This was not necessarily in agreement, but just to acknowledge it.

    Bellamy felt like she was about to collapse. Plux was dead. Dead. She felt a wave of grief and disbelief at the hearing of the news. "He can't be dead!" the pregnant she-cat wailed, her eyes widened with shock. No no no. This can not be happening. She remembered the conversation they both had, or, the last conversation. She can not foresee this action, and she did remembered h saying how absent he had been.

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    [color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
    We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.




    Oh, Bellamy... Sharven's heart broke for her, seeing the panic in her eyes as she struggled to heard him. Pluxiria's pregnant mate, and now he was gone...


    "I'm sorry, Bellamy. It is true. I went to meet with him this morning and found him," Sharven said in a soft voice.


    It was apparently a suicide, but he didn't want to convey this to the group. To hear the tom had killed himself would only make matters worse.


    "My deepest condolences to you, Bell. I am here for you if you need anything."


    ©katatonic 2013

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; border-top: 2px solid #7D3369; border-bottom: 4px dotted #7D3369][font=helvetica]Nebuchadnezzar looked around the room. It was spinning, and it wouldn't stop. His heart raced inside his chest and his mouth dried out like the desert.


    "No..." he whispered.


    The room continued to sway around him, or was it his own body? He felt like he was going to throw up, but kept the bile down.


    He had spoken to his father only a moon ago. He had promised to make him proud in all he did, and was this the reason? He hinted at knowing he was going to die. Should Nez have said something? Could have have done anything to stop this?


    He looked for Flight, but his legs wouldn't move. Instead, the corners of his vision began to narrow, and the young Cave Warden collapsed.[/fancypost]

    [color=white][size=8]Breathe keep breathing \\ Don't loose your nerve
    Breathe keep breathing \\ I can't do this alone

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia;][justify]The large grey tom nodded in agreement with Sharven as he looked upon Bellamy with sympathy right before he saw the proud cave warden fall as if time was liquid. Startled into action, Vincent shot to his side, not making it in time to perhaps cushion the skull member's fall.


    "Nebuchadnezzar?" he meowed, looking down at the tom for any sign of movement.

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    "Nez!"
    Flight caught sight of Nebuchadnezzar just as his legs gave way. Her heart pounded worriedly in her chest as she sprinted through the crowd, plowing past anyone who stood in her way. She saw no one, no cats, wolves, what have you, except the love of her life lying limply on the cave floor. It took only a few moments for her to reach him, but it seemed like an eternity. When she at last stood beside him, she leaned down to lick his flank urgently. She knew, in a corner of her mind, that he was merely unconscious, but she couldn't stop worrying about him. This trauma would be heart-breaking for Nez; maybe it would be better if he slept awhile.

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    OOC: We're in Skull, Loomie :) Not the BHR


    "So much Dramatic flair!" Deathwish cheered at the fainted Cave Warden.


    Why did everyone get so bent out of shape over death? It was no big deal, really. You lived until you died; no more, no less. One day Deathwish would die, and he expected it wasn't going to be too many more seasons from now, the way things were shaping up.

    I don't care just what you think
    As long as it's about me

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia;][justify]( ooc ) woopsies.
    /awkward/
    edited that out. the bhr and the skulls are like my main groups. its no wonder i don't get them mixed up more often. :p


    The heavy set tom turned to see Flight come up beside him. He placed his tail on her flank, hoping the small amount of camaraderie would calm her nerves and yet not upset her. "He's only Unconscious. Don't worry." his deep and gravelly meow voiced what she did not, but he kept his gaze averted. 'never look a wild beast in the eyes, not that he thought she was a beast, but a lover could get quite feisty when it came to their mates.

    She nodded toward Sharven's words, but her eyes hardened at the cheer coming from Deathwish. Bellamy looked over to him. "Aren't you even sad of the death?" she questioned.
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    Rosalind hung her head, looking over at Nez. The Spy was drowning in grief, and it seemed her family was too. She loved her father too much, whether she saw him or not.
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    "He'll be missed," Omorthan whispered.

    [font=georgia]Flick let out a small yowl of rage, the sadness of the situation overcoming him. It did not matter who had died, high position or not, losing a group mate made the tom feel heavy with grief.

    Flight turned pained eyes toward the tom. Vincent's gesture was comforting, even if she was aware that Nez was unconscious. She really didn't know why she was beside him, tears staining the fur around her eyes, but she knew that he would need her. She opened her mouth to say as much, but all that escaped was a slightly choked "Thank you."

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    Very much like Flight, Kimba was worried. Not for himself or even the sake of Skull, but then, all he cared about was Nez, who was unconscious on the ground. Pluxiria's death came to him as simply a small loss, like a minor flood or shortage of prey. The sight of his best friend, partner in action . . . made him feel sick. 'Nez," he croaked softly to himself.


    His eyes narrowed as he saw Flight rushing to help him. He forced himself to stay put. What the hell would everyone think if he just bounded over to help and show how panicked he really was? Bisexuality is just odd in Skull. The lilac abyssian's muscles tensed as he clawed himself to the ground. The Cave Warden was tempted to just give Nebuchadnezzar words of comfort and awaken him.


    "Flight," he said curtly, however, there was an edge to his voice. It sounded as if he were talking while holding his breath. "He will be f-fine." Am I just reassuring myself? Oh, fuck that Deathwish. Nez is unconscious, for Fortis's sake! Kimba shook his head in frustration.

    Flight glanced toward Kimba, not because of his tart statement, but because of his words' quiver toward the end. Her eyes narrowed, worry suddenly flashing into fury. "Not once he wakes up," she snarled at the Cave Warden, all semblance of respect vanishing. "He just lost his father, you fetid pile of dung. He isn't passed out on the cold floor for fun, you know." Warming to her rant, Flight squared her shoulders and drew herself up. "I thought you were his friend, but apparently he doesn't matter enough for you to care for his feelings. He had a huge connection to Pluxaria, and now that he's... dead... Nez is heartbroken. I would have thought you of all cats would understand that. You need to support your friend, not sneer at someone who loves him." At that point, she ran out of steam and began to cry anew, tears running down her muzzle.