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brave_kreyu(OOC: So, I've never tried writing something from someone else's character's POV before, but I hope to get Skellig rightish. Content warning for character fearing an unwanted arranged marriage and/or ending up enslaved and all the MANY consent issues that come with those. But nothing is going to happen to them because Skellig will save the day.)
They fight as long and as hard against the spread of Taint, against Those Who Dwell Below, as they can. It is not enough, and in the end Karma flows from the world like blood from a mortal wound. Skellig tries to save Kreyu, tries so very hard, but even every drop of his Light will not save her.
Death looks as sorrowful as he has ever seen Them as Skellig clutches the hand of Kreyu's spririt. "Please, let me go with her!" he begs.
"It is not your time," They reply, sorrow in Their voice. They look away, gazing at something he can not sense. "And you are the only one who may be able to mend what has been broken. Karma has gone, but your Light remains. Grow Light, hunt the Enemy, and you will see Kreyu again."
Those last words are the only thing keeping him mostly sane as he comes to, his being chilled to the very core. He entombs her body with her hoard, secures the treasures within as best he can. (The world is freezing, an ice age coming in a climate wracked by the loss of karma. Famine, disease, war, and natural disasters end the civilizations of the Mythic age. Those few humans who survive revert to living in small family groups that hunt and gather. In time they lose writing, the use of metals, almost all of civilization's gifts.)
He takes some few small treasures from her hoard to help restore her memory when he finds her, walks away into the cold world. He learned many things at Kreyu's side, and he passes those on to the people he encounters. He grows Light where he travels, always leaves with just a bit more in his stores than he started with. When the Enemy stirs, he hunts them relentlessly, searches for their secrets, their weaknesses, the place where the pool that makes their kind rests deep beneath the Earth.
He is more RELIEVED than anything else when his libido slumbers and does not wake again. For all that he has her permission to seek other company should she be dead, the mere THOUGHT of doing such a thing turns his stomach. (And he has gotten very, VERY tired of his own hand!)
His memories of the Mythic age remain bright, sharp, but what comes after turns into a hazy mist. The years, the decades, and the centuries without her blend into one another, a merciful muddle. The Ice retreats, men relearn the working of copper and bronze, the carving of runes, farming the soil.
Taint can not exist without karma, and so the Enemy tries from time to time to undo the act that destroyed the Mythic age in order to spread their poison, destroy all life. They have awakened one node and one place where the world is now as it SHOULD be. He has set up a nest for himself over that node, a dwelling in the heart of the forest. (Not home, NEVER home, not without HER.)
He is preparing to go and forage for food as the sun rises, for his body needs fuel to hunt the Enemy. The tattoo on his arm warms, tingles, the mark of his bond with Kreyu ALIVE for the first time since her death!
They fight as long and as hard against the spread of Taint, against Those Who Dwell Below, as they can. It is not enough, and in the end Karma flows from the world like blood from a mortal wound. Skellig tries to save Kreyu, tries so very hard, but even every drop of his Light will not save her.
Death looks as sorrowful as he has ever seen Them as Skellig clutches the hand of Kreyu's spririt. "Please, let me go with her!" he begs.
"It is not your time," They reply, sorrow in Their voice. They look away, gazing at something he can not sense. "And you are the only one who may be able to mend what has been broken. Karma has gone, but your Light remains. Grow Light, hunt the Enemy, and you will see Kreyu again."
Those last words are the only thing keeping him mostly sane as he comes to, his being chilled to the very core. He entombs her body with her hoard, secures the treasures within as best he can. (The world is freezing, an ice age coming in a climate wracked by the loss of karma. Famine, disease, war, and natural disasters end the civilizations of the Mythic age. Those few humans who survive revert to living in small family groups that hunt and gather. In time they lose writing, the use of metals, almost all of civilization's gifts.)
He takes some few small treasures from her hoard to help restore her memory when he finds her, walks away into the cold world. He learned many things at Kreyu's side, and he passes those on to the people he encounters. He grows Light where he travels, always leaves with just a bit more in his stores than he started with. When the Enemy stirs, he hunts them relentlessly, searches for their secrets, their weaknesses, the place where the pool that makes their kind rests deep beneath the Earth.
He is more RELIEVED than anything else when his libido slumbers and does not wake again. For all that he has her permission to seek other company should she be dead, the mere THOUGHT of doing such a thing turns his stomach. (And he has gotten very, VERY tired of his own hand!)
His memories of the Mythic age remain bright, sharp, but what comes after turns into a hazy mist. The years, the decades, and the centuries without her blend into one another, a merciful muddle. The Ice retreats, men relearn the working of copper and bronze, the carving of runes, farming the soil.
Taint can not exist without karma, and so the Enemy tries from time to time to undo the act that destroyed the Mythic age in order to spread their poison, destroy all life. They have awakened one node and one place where the world is now as it SHOULD be. He has set up a nest for himself over that node, a dwelling in the heart of the forest. (Not home, NEVER home, not without HER.)
He is preparing to go and forage for food as the sun rises, for his body needs fuel to hunt the Enemy. The tattoo on his arm warms, tingles, the mark of his bond with Kreyu ALIVE for the first time since her death!
