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Featuring Lord Libra , Lord Genubi (NPC), Unnamed Royal Guard (NPC)
Mentions of Lord Reyes

YEAR 769, Mid-Winter

The Glenwood, Glenmore

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Memories dimmed…

The morning was like any other within the confines of the glade of Libra’s brood. Light flickered inward, weaving through the remaining red leaves that had since not thought it time to fall. It was with a groan that the bay lord stretched open his mouth to yawn, blinking away the sleepiness from his eyes. Beside him laid the three does of his heart and the family they had strove to grow—save for one. Reyes was missing amongst the bodies, but the father worried not. His son was gone, following the routine he had built over a year or more that kept him focused and his own sire’s wishes sated.

And so the glade stirred to life with each member finally rising to their feet, tending to their own duties and routines as Libra fell into his own. It started with a morning meeting with his father, the only stag in his life that he considered a friend notwithstanding the arguments they scarcely had—mostly surrounding the tutelage of his eldest son.

It was then that it was an unforeseen surprise that Lord Genubi was already in the company of another by the time Libra arrived.

“Ah, father, who is out guest this morning?” The question came out jovial as per usual, but any smile that graced Libra’s face quickly vanished and was replaced with one of worry as the morose face of his father lifted from its lowered state to meet his eyes. “What’s going on? Who is he?”

“Libra, son, please understand…”

“Understand what?” Panic was setting in as Libra approached the pair, attempted with great effort to not trip over his own four feet. By the time he came to stand beside them under the barren branches, the stag, who now that Libra had taken a good look at him was one that he had seen multiple times at Earrann’s Rest, had not said another word. A guard, was the obvious conclusion. The junior lord’s brows knit in worry and anger as he still had no sufficient answer to the solemn feeling that hung in the air. “Tell me,” it was not a command, or anything of the sort as Libra spoke to the guardsman, “—please.” It was a plea.

A nod, a silent agreement to which Libra knew not what it meant, but he nodded in kind. And then he spoke, “I regret to inform the family Lord Reyes that the lord aforementioned has gone missing, having been reported to have fallen from the western cliffs while training with a few other cadets. While the body has not been located, our chances…” Anything else that the guard was saying faded away with only his mouth moving as Libra’s mind raced to process what he had just heard. The world went numb, feeling gone as the overwhelming loss took hold. Hot, stinging tears welled up in the young lord’s eyes, overflowing with ease as he sobbed openly to the surprise of the guard who only looked at him quizzically.

“I...I need to go. I...I can’t.” Libra stammered the words, taking too-quick-of steps backs causing him to stumble though he regained his footing quickly while keeping his eyes raised, shifting between the pair that stood there; worried.

“Libra, wait,” Genubi pleaded, taking a single step forward before the sorrow within Libra morphed to rage. Flames burned within the bay lord’s eyes as he stared at his own sire with what could only be hatred, fueled by an intense desire to see the stag gone.

“I will not! He’s gone, he’s gone because of you! You, you’re the one who worked tirelessly to ensure your line, my line would not pass to him because of what? Because he had white splotches? Because he was different? He was your grandson! HE WAS MY SON!” Tears ran hot and fast down Libra’s cheeks as he yelled loud enough to disturb the few birds that remained nestled above, to cause the snow to shift and flakes to fall from the boughs overhead. And then he was gone; away, running and weaving between the trunks of the mighty oaks of Glenmore as the calls after him faded into the distance.

It was minutes, maybe even hours by the time Libra’s legs finally began to give out. Finding fault did he trip, betrayed by the selfsame oaks that he helped grow and tend yearly. It had been a stray root, raised only slightly upward that send the lord colliding with the ground in a spray of fresh snow. There dost he come to lie. On the frozen ground he laid, his sobs ringing loudly in the stillness of the winter that gripped the Glenwood. Fresh, hot tears streamed sideways down his face, leaving wet streaks across his nose and cheeks.

He didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the pain that gripped and shredded his heart. It was the only thing real, the only thing keeping him anchored in that moment. He didn’t even care that when he was sober enough, he wouldn’t even recognize his local, nor would he care for the last reddened leaf that fell and landed in front of his tear-swollen eyes.

“Reyes,” he muttered between sobs. “Son, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...I didn’t do more...I could have done more...Forgive me, please…Oganach, take care of my son...” Exhaustion claimed him, the world slipping to black as Libra entered a dreamless sleep with the empty branches of the towering oaks looking over him.

...by shadowed hearts.

Description

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Featuring Lord Libra , Lord Genubi (NPC), Unnamed Royal Guard (NPC)
Mentions of Lord Reyes

YEAR 769, Mid-Winter

The Glenwood, Glenmore

Background Music

[ Previously | Next ]

Memories dimmed…

The morning was like any other within the confines of the glade of Libra’s brood. Light flickered inward, weaving through the remaining red leaves that had since not thought it time to fall. It was with a groan that the bay lord stretched open his mouth to yawn, blinking away the sleepiness from his eyes. Beside him laid the three does of his heart and the family they had strove to grow—save for one. Reyes was missing amongst the bodies, but the father worried not. His son was gone, following the routine he had built over a year or more that kept him focused and his own sire’s wishes sated.

And so the glade stirred to life with each member finally rising to their feet, tending to their own duties and routines as Libra fell into his own. It started with a morning meeting with his father, the only stag in his life that he considered a friend notwithstanding the arguments they scarcely had—mostly surrounding the tutelage of his eldest son.

It was then that it was an unforeseen surprise that Lord Genubi was already in the company of another by the time Libra arrived.

“Ah, father, who is out guest this morning?” The question came out jovial as per usual, but any smile that graced Libra’s face quickly vanished and was replaced with one of worry as the morose face of his father lifted from its lowered state to meet his eyes. “What’s going on? Who is he?”

“Libra, son, please understand…”

“Understand what?” Panic was setting in as Libra approached the pair, attempted with great effort to not trip over his own four feet. By the time he came to stand beside them under the barren branches, the stag, who now that Libra had taken a good look at him was one that he had seen multiple times at Earrann’s Rest, had not said another word. A guard, was the obvious conclusion. The junior lord’s brows knit in worry and anger as he still had no sufficient answer to the solemn feeling that hung in the air. “Tell me,” it was not a command, or anything of the sort as Libra spoke to the guardsman, “—please.” It was a plea.

A nod, a silent agreement to which Libra knew not what it meant, but he nodded in kind. And then he spoke, “I regret to inform the family Lord Reyes that the lord aforementioned has gone missing, having been reported to have fallen from the western cliffs while training with a few other cadets. While the body has not been located, our chances…” Anything else that the guard was saying faded away with only his mouth moving as Libra’s mind raced to process what he had just heard. The world went numb, feeling gone as the overwhelming loss took hold. Hot, stinging tears welled up in the young lord’s eyes, overflowing with ease as he sobbed openly to the surprise of the guard who only looked at him quizzically.

“I...I need to go. I...I can’t.” Libra stammered the words, taking too-quick-of steps backs causing him to stumble though he regained his footing quickly while keeping his eyes raised, shifting between the pair that stood there; worried.

“Libra, wait,” Genubi pleaded, taking a single step forward before the sorrow within Libra morphed to rage. Flames burned within the bay lord’s eyes as he stared at his own sire with what could only be hatred, fueled by an intense desire to see the stag gone.

“I will not! He’s gone, he’s gone because of you! You, you’re the one who worked tirelessly to ensure your line, my line would not pass to him because of what? Because he had white splotches? Because he was different? He was your grandson! HE WAS MY SON!” Tears ran hot and fast down Libra’s cheeks as he yelled loud enough to disturb the few birds that remained nestled above, to cause the snow to shift and flakes to fall from the boughs overhead. And then he was gone; away, running and weaving between the trunks of the mighty oaks of Glenmore as the calls after him faded into the distance.

It was minutes, maybe even hours by the time Libra’s legs finally began to give out. Finding fault did he trip, betrayed by the selfsame oaks that he helped grow and tend yearly. It had been a stray root, raised only slightly upward that send the lord colliding with the ground in a spray of fresh snow. There dost he come to lie. On the frozen ground he laid, his sobs ringing loudly in the stillness of the winter that gripped the Glenwood. Fresh, hot tears streamed sideways down his face, leaving wet streaks across his nose and cheeks.

He didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the pain that gripped and shredded his heart. It was the only thing real, the only thing keeping him anchored in that moment. He didn’t even care that when he was sober enough, he wouldn’t even recognize his local, nor would he care for the last reddened leaf that fell and landed in front of his tear-swollen eyes.

“Reyes,” he muttered between sobs. “Son, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...I didn’t do more...I could have done more...Forgive me, please…Oganach, take care of my son...” Exhaustion claimed him, the world slipping to black as Libra entered a dreamless sleep with the empty branches of the towering oaks looking over him.

...by shadowed hearts.