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Rosencrantz guessed that it was probably best to step back a little now though her eyes remained firmly locked on Rangi as the time came for them to cut the rope. No it wasn't that far to fall but that didn't make the wolf any less anxious. He always seemed injure himself some how and she didn't like to see him in pain, even if he tried to not show it. "Just stay still..." She murmured to him, knowing that if he were to swing he might get thrown one way or the other and into a bush or something. Knowing him that would be likely.

Rosencrstz giggled softly, moving and lifting her head a little as he nuzzled her neck affectionately before returning the gesture with a soft lick to his cheek. "They were brilliant...and they helped a lot..." She whispered to him tenderly, looking up into his bright yellow eyes with deep love. "How have you been getting on? Would you like some help?"

It was rather strange to speak to someone like this, someone who seemed interested. There was Rangi of course and Lady but other than that friends were not her strong point. Nor was talking as a matter of fact. "Umm...11 moons...almost a year...but it doesn't seem that long..." The wolf said in her usual soft tone.

((OH MY GOD RANGI NO. BUT ROSENCRANTZ'S RANGI! I can't believe this is actually happening, I don't know what to say. I'm so sad that you're going...Please, please, please bring him back one day because I'm sure that we're all going to miss you. I hope you're muse recovers a little and that you do well with your other charries. I'll PM you, speak to you soon :S))
Rosencrantz had been given gift not so long ago. One she had never thought would be bestowed upon her. Such beauty was it given lightly, and being so quiet, small and over all anxious she barel expected to keep a friend within the clan. But the truth was that what Rangi had already given her was of no physical form because it came in all shapes and sizes. Like great energy it could neither be created or destroyed, only shared. And that bond was, for them, to be unbreakable. The hound had shown the lonely wolf love. Care. Passion. A life that was so bright and beautiful that Rosencrantz's only purpose became to protect it. They had had trail, strains and still battled through them all. Now life had brought them to their wedding day where they would celebrate their up and coming future together with the rest of the clan. Little did either of them know that fate would hinder them and all in a moment, that joy would turn to sorrow.
It was to be the happiest day of their lives. The beginning of their lives together and all that it would bring them. Rosencrantz could feel this brilliant euphoria coursing through her every cell like nothing that she had ever felt before. In the meadows on the manor estate the wolf found herself leaping and bounding and giggling and cheering because containing herself became simply impossible. This continued all of the morning and every time she thought about her mate. The one and only true love she had ever had or hope to have. Life couldn't be more perfect for her.
Among the brightly colored flowers and buzzing bees the Skuller danced without a care. She had spent an hour or with her mate’s furry friends this morning who had pampered her as if she were a queen. Rosencrantz might even go as far as say that she felt like one for just this once, there was nothing more perfect than these wondrous mix of emotions. The whole clan could be watching her in that very moment and not an ounce of her brig would care. All she wanted now was to be with him and for them to go off into their destiny together.
"ROSENCRANTZ!"
A loud heart piercing scream echo aloud for what must have been many miles. Despite the distance from it's direction it was enough. Rose knew that, even though it was not from him, that that cry meant that Rangi was in serious danger. If not mortal peril. For one excruciating second the wolf felt as if her pulse had stopped and her last breath had been taken. It was as if death kept upon her or stood near to mock her now in her loss, if anyone were to believe in those sorts of superstitions.
From then on Rosencrantz was always on step behind reality. She was never quite sure whether it was her feet she could feel bounding beneath her, whether it was her eyes that she was seeing though. Or her cries that she could hear. She found Carosa on the bank but her the most perfectly formed flower that lay completely still upon the bank. Though, it was the velvet box that she recognized as that which continued their rings. Rose had been sure that Rangi had it. In fact she knew that he hadn’t let it out of his sight for the last few days. And the petals of the blue Rose had been stained with a Crimson that carried Rangi's scent but other than that there was nothing.
"Rangi..." She whispered, checking over and over again that the scent was his even though it was completely unmistakable. What did this mean? Where had he gone? Why had she been summoned here? Trembling and twitching she looked up and round to Carosa who stood just by her, eyes filled with utter confusion. "Rangi...Where's Rangi?, what happened here? Why is there blood?" The wolf asked with total desperation in her shuddering voice.
In what seemed like only a second Rosencrantz's whole world was swept away with the torrent of the once peaceful waterway. As her gaze found the broken branch just behind the feline's shoulder and the streaks of crimson that washed the rocks, the wolf began to realize all that had happened here.
“Rangi…RANGI!” The wolf screamed in terror, pounding for where she had once been stationary toward the edge of the river without a concern for her own safety of where she could end up. “RANGI! RANGI!” Her cries continued as desperation turned to hysteria that was almost like madness. All joy was overwhelmed by darkness. Death had come to the river that day and taken her lover away.

Rosencrantz had heard the voices for months, almost as long as she had been here and so padded up to the small group though showing her face anywhere had become a rarity more recently. With the death of her mate the wolf had grown world weary and in every essence depressed. "They spoke to me..." She announced though there was no energy or vigor in her ever shuddering voice. The wolf had long thought that they were the voices of the dead, but she had never heard Rangi. Surely Rangi would speak to her if she could?

Though Rosencrantz was planning to only remain silent and over shadowed she sat toward the back and listened, though for the most part she was distracted by grief.

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Rosencrantz had been hiding away from the camp. The weight of her own loss heavy remained heavy on her shoulders. She had had a mate and only days ago he was snatched away from her. The wolf never even got the chance to say good bye. Since then she had been completely inconsolable. The wolf had spent the long hours of the day crying and curling up within Rangi's bed which at least carried his scent still.

Then there was cry almost like a scream of terror. She had heard similar when her love had died so in the knowledge made haste in its direction. A small part of her selfishly hoped that it would be him, alive. But no such luck was granted. Instead she found the dying mountain lion with friends crowded around him. It was Loke, a long standing member of the clan and mate to Aolani. History was repeating itself it seemed. At least fate had been cruelly kind by keeping him alive this long to speak with the clouded lepoard despite his pain.

Noticing some poppy seeds, Rosencrantz harvested their seeds and give them to Loke. She could do nothing to save him now, the poison had take too greater effect and she had no time but the wolf did not want him to be in more pain than he had to. "Loke? Take these...They'll make you feel a little more comfortable...I'm sorry...". Rosencrantz hated giving up on people and this would only add to her sorrows later but he was too far gone and she could not do anything more for him.

Rosencrantz was only millimeters from jumping into the water herself when she felt a wing around her shoulders. In this vile world of blood and death and cruelty, the wolf had a friend it seemed in Carcosa who stood beside her now to mourn. And so too in the other that came, Aolani and Remilia though none of them could replace the massive loss that she had just encountered. On their wedding day as well.

Maybe it was out of shock or confusion the wolf did nothing but stand there, staring into the foaming water and cried out to him though no one ever responded. An endless chant of "RANGI! RANGI! RANGGGIII!!" Continued, only growing more frantic. Of course she heard Aolani and Remilia's suggestion and her heart willed them to go for she did not believe he would die without her truly knowing but, nothing, nothing but fish could survive the torrent. Rangi was lost.

Rosencrantz shrugged her shoulders a little and thought back to remember her younger days. "Well, there was a lot more of us...and activity that's for sure...We lived on a pirate ship and were traditional...We had good fun, made good friends...Not too different from today really..."

"Help..." Rosencrantz murmured though her reason for doing so was not exactly clear until she looked up to Remilia a little. "Sometimes...They ask for help....and sometimes they scream..." She told her and the rest of the group if they were listening to her at all. But together than that the wolf could offer nothing so instead sunk back into herself and the grief that had made a home in her heart.

Rosencrantz was unfortunately a little late to what was obviously an important meeting but she listened carefully, guessing and filling the gaps of her questions until she realized what the conversation was about. There was a link between the tree and the voices? She would have never have guessed though she had passed by this way a number of times. Curious she looked up into the tree and watched the blossoms blow in the fair wind from the mansion window. But still the breeze did not could not bring Rangi's voice to her. No matter how hard she wished.

Hey guys, it's Lady Avorio's roleplayer here :) I'm having some internet connection issues right now so I had to text this to my wonderful friend, Rosencrantz, so she could post this for me. As you may know, I am on vacation right now and I expected to have a 3G connection, but unfortunately, I don't. My activity isn't going to be good at all until Friday. I'm really sorry :(

Jay

Hey guys, it's Osric's roleplayer here :) I'm having some internet connection issues right now so I had to text this to my wonderful friend, Rosencrantz, so she could post this for me. I am on vacation right now and I expected to have a 3G connection, but unfortunately, I don't. My activity isn't going to be good at all until Friday. I'm really sorry :(

Jay

The grief stricken wolf had started to become distanced from her clan again. It was rare to find her within the territory now, instead the once apothecary of the Skulls wandered the forestland alone in search of herbs she had little need for. Habit took her from that place, but her mind was far far away where ever his spirit drifted. She hoped that he might be with Elarilly now and not wondering the plains of forgotten lands without anyone to care. Rosencrantz herself was lost. She dared not go by the river in fear of what she might see and her head was held so heavily that she did not look to her path ahead, neither literally or metaphorically.

She might have seen the stranger then, had she looked up but instead it was the snapping of a twig that made her eyes snap up. There is the fading light that hovered still between the dense leaves was a figure, a form not too much different from her own but fear filled her every pore. There had been so much death already in these last few weeks, and there had been warnings too. Everybody who came here had to be considered a threat until time proved other wise. "Who are you?!?" The Skuller called to it, standing nearly 50 metres away so that she had space to run if it came to it. "State your name and your business, I am Rosencrantz of the Skulls...Tell me why you're here!"

A dove soared high above the wolf's head and Rosencrantz knew that there had to be something up. Doves, at least of this kind, were not native to their modest territory and so she concluded it must have been sent here with a purpose if it wasn't an intelligent creature in itself. The wolf ran to the place she had thought it had come from and there within the opening of the forest lay a perfectly folded envelope against the rock, an immaculate C imprinted in the wax seal of the fold. Though she padded toward it the wolf did not make any move to open it. That was surely their leader's job.

"I..." Rosencrantz started, realizing that she could actually add something to this discussion if she could ever make her voice be heard above the debate going on within her mind. Talking at all within the group was a struggle, even amongst friends she found it a daunting experience especially now that her mate and there for her confidence had left her for Elarilly's heaven. "I know a bit about medical practice...." She offered though she knew that she really needed to add some substance to that statement. "I could help, with the disease...What would you like me to do?"

((We cry, that's what we do. (At least if you're Rosencrantz) ((Or me))))

Rosencrantz had really lost track of this conversation but looked over to Feza and Remilia any way with a soft smile.

"Well, it was very old and wrecked...You couldn't sail it but other than the whole in the side it was perfectly in tact....You used to be able to find lots of different treasures on board, there were always barrels someone hadn't looked in or a room someone hadn't explored..." She hummed, feeling a little nostalgic as she remembered all the good times that she used to have on that ancient vessel. But she looked up to the winged Skuller and smiled lightly. "What's it like to be a vampire, then?"