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#2019-03-31 16:43:11, as written by CabbageAngel

Block, deflect, stab.

Block, deflect, disarm.

Block, deflect, stab.

Block, deflect, disarm.

Sweat rolled down to Quinn's hand as she finally lowered her parasol down, looking to the skies to catch her breath. The skies were blue and clear and beautiful and furious. The stagnant and peaceful forest around her was buzzing with unspoken resentment and painful to touch. The Gods didn't trust her in their domain.

Block, deflect, stab. Block, deflect, disarm.

How will you clean your mess, Ottavia?

There was nothing said as Xia's body was lowered into the grave. Not even Taira could recover from her tears long enough to return Kade's boldness. Marcel was impatiently pacing through the gloomy congregation when his face relaxed with relief.

Quinn took her place before the grave slowly. She didn't dare peer through her bangs to meet the eyes she felt on her. Swallowing, she opted to glance down into the open grave instead. Inside laid Xia, decorated by a soft, lovely flower arrangement. No doubt, a reflection of the soft and lovely woman who had left this world too soon.

Ha.

The Maiden cleared her throat.

"At sunrise this morning, driven by the decision made by myself that failed to make effort to protect her, Lady Crescalla made an attempt on my life."

And there it was, everything Quinn had been dreading to expose recounted in a single, succinct sentence. She finally lifted her chin to gaze over everyone's faces with a grim expression. There was no need to explain further. The silence that followed such a claim was telling in itself.

"The body in this grave is not a symbol," she continued, her voice sounding detached from the woman speaking, "She is not a message. She is not a warning. Do you understand?"

Despite her words, the stern glare she was giving them was most certainly a warning against ever saying otherwise.

"Now, there are some things I must be clear with," she said calmly, "To avoid any such incidents from occurring again."

A breath.

"This fight is not one you join not prepared to die in."

She held on that note. Her dangerous eyes scanned through the group before her, locking gazes with whoever she could.

"... And I am here, as its Maiden. This is the fight I command. I am here to lead my people. I am not here," her grip on her parasol tightened as she struggled to fight the rising passion. Her glare burned with the simmering fury of a volcano. Building pressure, ready to be challenged. Ready to erupt.

"To be your friend."

...

Quinn leaned down, clenched her fist around a handful of dirt, straightened and tossed it into the grave. It hit the flowers, dislodging the arrangement and crushing petals. She gave one curt nod of respect to the body and briskly stepped back to stand near Kyero, refusing to look at him. She didn't give a damn about his disapproval, but she didn't need to fucking see it.

Snippet #2770962

located in Cre' Est, a part of Assassin's Pledge: Devastation, one of the many universes on RPG.

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