The lalafell made his way back to the home, limping from the injuries he’d sustained while patrolling the streets. He’d stopped to help a Miqo’te in Pearl Lane, reminded of Faine. Turned out that the woman was looking and had found her easy mark. Unfortunately for her, Kage didn’t carry much on him while on duty but still lucky for her since she’d taken out her frustrations on him. He’d had her in manacles and had her sent to the oubliettes after she nearly knocked his knee out of its socket. He missed his surcoat. His larger shield. The plated armor.
When he opened the door to the home Kayah had left to them he found it in shambles. Panic welled up within him as he called out for them. “Nat! Faine!†All he heard was silence. With sword and shield in hands the lalafell crept forwards into the dark unlit home. He opened the door to the bedroom when he stopped at the sight before him. Faine’s abdomen was sliced open once more. Natalie hung from the rafters, her armor dented and worn. Broken from hard knocks and large gashes. Axe marks. The lalafell dropped his arms, reaching up to remove Natalie from where she hung. With trembling hands and tears on his face Kage held his fingers to her cold, pale neck. Just hoping. But the pool of blood from where she once hung and the breathlessness told him what he’d confirmed.
The two were dead.
Kage screamed in grief, tears and choked sobs following. A creak in the wooden floors gave him pause as the lalafell reached out to grab his sword from a roll. As he rose from the roll and swung in the direction of the sword, a gauntleted hand grabbed his wrist before swiftly twisting it before popping his elbow out. Kage screamed again, this time in pain. The sword dropped to the wooden floor with a clang as the attacker then finished the female’s work in Pear Lane by kicking his knee out. The lalafell collapsed to the floor, unarmed. He tried to rise from the floor with his uninjured arm when a sharp heavy blade knocked him back into the floor.
A large axe had been embedded into him, from part of his shoulder and into his chest. Kage made a sort of gurgled mixed cough of blood as his head hit the wooden floor. The last thing he saw as another axe came into the corner of his vision was the sight of the lifeless bodies of Natalie and Faine.
The scream of anger, grief and pain rung out during the early noon. Blue furred ears flattened against his head as Kage lurched from the sweat drenched sheets of the bed. He was alone. Alone in his house in the Goblet. He could smell the water from the waterfall nearby as the water disturbed everything it rushed into. The miqo’te’s hands felt nothing but it was expected. Natalie would be at work and Faine was probably doing something else. He grasped at the sheets, eyes clenched as he could almost still see the images of them. Their deaths. A muffled sob still rang out as Kage buried his head into the covers. He paused as he inhaled. The scent of everyone who slept in the bed. His loved ones. He gathered a pillow into his arms as he tucked his head into it, taking in the scent as he rolled onto his side. His fingers dug in as thoughts of the ones he loved filled his mind. He could not give Faine the kits she wanted. He didn’t know if he could always keep Natalie happy. But he would do his best.
And keep them alive.
When he opened the door to the home Kayah had left to them he found it in shambles. Panic welled up within him as he called out for them. “Nat! Faine!†All he heard was silence. With sword and shield in hands the lalafell crept forwards into the dark unlit home. He opened the door to the bedroom when he stopped at the sight before him. Faine’s abdomen was sliced open once more. Natalie hung from the rafters, her armor dented and worn. Broken from hard knocks and large gashes. Axe marks. The lalafell dropped his arms, reaching up to remove Natalie from where she hung. With trembling hands and tears on his face Kage held his fingers to her cold, pale neck. Just hoping. But the pool of blood from where she once hung and the breathlessness told him what he’d confirmed.
The two were dead.
Kage screamed in grief, tears and choked sobs following. A creak in the wooden floors gave him pause as the lalafell reached out to grab his sword from a roll. As he rose from the roll and swung in the direction of the sword, a gauntleted hand grabbed his wrist before swiftly twisting it before popping his elbow out. Kage screamed again, this time in pain. The sword dropped to the wooden floor with a clang as the attacker then finished the female’s work in Pear Lane by kicking his knee out. The lalafell collapsed to the floor, unarmed. He tried to rise from the floor with his uninjured arm when a sharp heavy blade knocked him back into the floor.
A large axe had been embedded into him, from part of his shoulder and into his chest. Kage made a sort of gurgled mixed cough of blood as his head hit the wooden floor. The last thing he saw as another axe came into the corner of his vision was the sight of the lifeless bodies of Natalie and Faine.
The scream of anger, grief and pain rung out during the early noon. Blue furred ears flattened against his head as Kage lurched from the sweat drenched sheets of the bed. He was alone. Alone in his house in the Goblet. He could smell the water from the waterfall nearby as the water disturbed everything it rushed into. The miqo’te’s hands felt nothing but it was expected. Natalie would be at work and Faine was probably doing something else. He grasped at the sheets, eyes clenched as he could almost still see the images of them. Their deaths. A muffled sob still rang out as Kage buried his head into the covers. He paused as he inhaled. The scent of everyone who slept in the bed. His loved ones. He gathered a pillow into his arms as he tucked his head into it, taking in the scent as he rolled onto his side. His fingers dug in as thoughts of the ones he loved filled his mind. He could not give Faine the kits she wanted. He didn’t know if he could always keep Natalie happy. But he would do his best.
And keep them alive.
