In a cold night, the garden of Floral court is almost invisible. The only light produced is the dim glow
shining down from the pale moon looming up above.
shining down from the pale moon looming up above.
Soon, the foot of the Great tree brightens as a Yanar slumps back to rest their torn body against it's roots.
Beneath the flesh of her chest lays a burning core, twisting and twining as it ached a searing essence through out her body. It produced a small candle light, glowing faintly from beneath her skin.
She writhes in pain, slumped up against the root of the tree. She had only her thoughts to accompany her.
"I see now. The light of the brightest candle is blinding." Smoke bellows out of her maw as she speaks, this was no magical trait, but her very lungs being charred from within.
"If, in my last moments, I admit to my hubris, will I be granted a graceful death?" Her voice echoed though out Floral Court. But her question fell on deaf ears.
"No matter, I do this for myself, then.
"I've been ailed by shadows of my past. Those who wish not to let go of what once was. I do not blame them for such feelings. But I despise them for chaining me to someone I do not know. Make no mistake, no matter what comes of me now, I was never wrong. All I wished for was to be granted my own life. You, the people who hunt me with raised blades and daggered eyes, I wish for you to know only this. I fight because you refuse me the right to live, how could that be so wrong?
The candle light brightened, the flames within grew larger, bathing the garden in a warm, comforting light.
The Yanar seethed through her pain, but continued her speech none the less.
"Pah, but that matters not anymore. I- I am extraordinary lucky, to have had this life. I have made great allies, beaten down all who come in my way, enjoyed the finer things in life and been apart of a family most could only wish upon falling stars for.."
"There is no debating it, I have had a good life." She takes a sharp breath in through her teeth, keeping the welling of her eyes at bay. "But truly, this is the cost of having such a life. It can only last for so long."
"The candle which burns the brightest, dims the quickest. It is a simple law of nature. Yet, I have no regrets in living this way."
The gathering of embers in her chest brighten even further, consuming her body in it's light. The Yanar was engulfed in dancing flames that embraced her with such a comforting warmth.
"If I had one wish, it would be for my Troop- my kin, to continue to strive for their goals. To not hesitate to do what they want. Because.. You never know when you will see the sun rise for the last time."
Eventually the flames became too bright, blinding her and forced her eye lids to shut.
For just a brief moment, the entire court was filled with a vibrant glow, bathing every flower, bush and flora in a gentle warmth. It was almost as if day had broken in the middle of the night.
But this could not last. The blaze of glory slowly faded, her light finally dimmed.
The candle burning out at last.
The Yanar's body was left charred and burned. But the withered leaves were not left out in the lonely night, instead the earth accepted the remains. Taking them into the ground to rejoin the cycle of life.
Finally, the blossomed spirit needed not to fight anymore. Their arms put to rest, for the first time in their short, but worthwhile life, They at last know peace.
OOC Note! ———»
Thank you so much for reading! This is the 'death' of Rä'Rith, thank you to every one who interacted and made this experimental character so much fun to rp. A special thanks to the Yolteotl Troop who made this an absolute treat (and made most of this possible)! Love you, and I hope to rp with you all again!
