sixth blood.
[ In a remote corner of Paradisa, far from the eyes of mortals and far from the reach of castles, a mournful cry pierces the night. It is the cry of a beast wounded, not in body, but in soul. For Deathwing has suffered a grave loss, inflicted upon himself by his own foolishness.
He'd harmed her, the last thing he intended to do. Harmed his beloved sister, the one who smiled with him under the stars, who offered him hope in the midst of despair. Shattered her mind and spirit, broken her beyond belief. Failed to protect her from a wicked curse, and tainted her all the more so. He cries because he knows what he has done; knows there can be no forgiveness for it; knows that punishment comes for his deeds. Knows that, in the end, he could not save her, only make things worse.
The journal, damned object that it is, has followed him, and occasionally catches a choked sob, muttered words of apology that will never reach the person they're meant for. ]
Gods, why would you torment me so? Torment me with this pain, this suffering, when already I endure such agony?
Bring her back... bring her back! [ There's the sound of boulders being smashed, of trees being crushed, as Deathwing all but goes on a rampage against his surroundings. ] Release her from your hold! Take me in her place, but spare her! Spare her these nightmares... please, I... I beg of you, no more...
[ And he collapses from exhaustion, from sorrow, head buried into his paws, massive form quivering as grief engulfs him, as madness overtakes him. ]
Alexstrasza, my dear sister... come back to me. Come back... come back, come back, come back...
(( Open! Over the journals, dictated, written, etc. You can try and come find him, too, as he's being pretty noisy. ))
He'd harmed her, the last thing he intended to do. Harmed his beloved sister, the one who smiled with him under the stars, who offered him hope in the midst of despair. Shattered her mind and spirit, broken her beyond belief. Failed to protect her from a wicked curse, and tainted her all the more so. He cries because he knows what he has done; knows there can be no forgiveness for it; knows that punishment comes for his deeds. Knows that, in the end, he could not save her, only make things worse.
The journal, damned object that it is, has followed him, and occasionally catches a choked sob, muttered words of apology that will never reach the person they're meant for. ]
Gods, why would you torment me so? Torment me with this pain, this suffering, when already I endure such agony?
Bring her back... bring her back! [ There's the sound of boulders being smashed, of trees being crushed, as Deathwing all but goes on a rampage against his surroundings. ] Release her from your hold! Take me in her place, but spare her! Spare her these nightmares... please, I... I beg of you, no more...
[ And he collapses from exhaustion, from sorrow, head buried into his paws, massive form quivering as grief engulfs him, as madness overtakes him. ]
Alexstrasza, my dear sister... come back to me. Come back... come back, come back, come back...
(( Open! Over the journals, dictated, written, etc. You can try and come find him, too, as he's being pretty noisy. ))