DISHONORED
It was a deluge. A torrent of brisk, early fall rain pouring down from thick grey cloud obscured empyreans. Cold; both atmosphere and the cascading rain. The latter soaking a large gathering, save for the twisted and ruinous. The former craved its way into every pore. There was no sun to witness, nor its golden rays shone through darkened mists looming aloft. Translucent baubles, filled with gloom and empty promises of salvation, dolefully fell in a downpour. Such a day it was; shrouded with malaise and woe. That day, a promise was given life. A prelude to justice long overdue.
"In pomp and silken clothes. That is the only manner I wish to perish in; Standing, at the height of my reign." - in honey sweet a fashion these words fell from the woman's lips. A mischievous glance she cast at a nearby puddle; the water acted as a kind of mirror, yet its surface timidly rippling due to the blowing winds. The nightly lights had an almost mesmerizing effect as their flames thrashed in the ever strengthening presence of fall's gusts.
A broken image presented itself to the woman when she finally laid her silver gaze upon the watery surface: reflection of mutilated features, wounded jawlines, and a pair of star-kin eyes. To her barely functioning right eye a gloved hand of hers rose.
Quiet a whisper it had been which left the elder's maimed lips - "Yet the bell tolls, and there in no more pomp and silk intact on my person. Covered in mud, clothes tattered..." There, it became obvious. It wasn't revenge which the Leutz fought and planned for. Nor it was a lust for blood to be cast.
No.
