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The people who are tagged, you are not required to join. I tagged you because you're the closest to her and/or were on the mission and understand the situation. It's a reply when you can thread, so don't stress over it.
Earlier in the week
A nude corpse hung high on a wood scaffold, blood dripping from the open wound. The rope was tight around a female's ankles making blood fall into the crevices of the cobblestone in the open square. Gasps from throngs of people and loud cries of people wrung through the square. A severed head of a woman was kicked and rolled, making the crowd part faster than the red sea. Two men, bulky and covered in scars walked forward. Grim smirks and evil glares riddled their facial expressions. Rough hands covered in blood held stained blades.
Sanibelle could feel their heavy voices rattling through her head. The feeling of nausea making her vomit and fall onto the hard, cold stone. Having them say they were setting an example of: "You kill our boss, we'll kill one of your own. Blood for Blood Sanibelle Greenwood!" She could not fathom the fact that she'd ever see her aunt raped, naked and decapitated and hung like a pig at a butcher's shop. Especially in public.
Before Sanibelle could say a word to anyone around her, her aunt's body was engulfed in flames. Burning tears flooded her eyes, a blinding sensation as she tried to stand. Her feet and body wouldn't allow her to stand. People surrounded her, trying to help her. They knew of what happened to her, and they knew they could not say or do anything to release the pain she had felt.
Sanibelle suffered days of physical and emotional abuse under her kidnapper. He'd try to force himself upon her, but always stopped saying she was too precious to soil so soon even though he soiled her soul with whips and knives of words. Never had she felt so violated. Never had she felt that her first experience outside of the city would cause such a traumatic experience. As strong as she was, Sanibelle was human. She had her breaking points and fears.
Soon after her aunt's body was lit, the two men disappeared on horseback. People tried to chase but to no avail. It was not only a blow to Sanibelle, but to the whole community of Zöld. They lost a woman with bright smile and wild personality. She was full of adventure and stories, and to now have that taken away made a dark cloud surround the whole city. Rain poured down, putting out the flames on the slightly charred body. The rope snapped and the body fell down, charred bones and flesh falling apart as they hit the cold, drenched stone.
The crowd parted faster than they did before with the head, letting the blonde woman through. Almost as if all her strength was fading, her pale hands became stained with wet black pigment. Salty tears blended in with pouring rain. She refused help and pity. All she did was cradle what was left of her beloved aunt in her arms as rain pounded on her back like stinging needles.
Current time
Amethyst eyes watched as a male and female figured kneeled at a freshly covered grave. White roses were messily thrown onto the fresh dirt and were quickly strained. Half of the city was there at the funeral. Some people couldn't even fit the church but happily stood outside. The whole city was adorned in black to show mourning for the milliner they all enjoyed.
Even though the Greenwood family lost one of their own to a tragedy, they knew they could only get stronger. Sanibelle knew she had to get stronger. She knew she would have to save her own skin sometimes and not always have someone save her. She knew that she would chop the heads off of the men who did this, or even watch them be tortured slowly and die of blood loss. The young woman promised herself that she'd train and regain the strength she lost physically and emotionally. No matter what, she would see the men who did this die.
"I will avenge you. I will get stronger." Pale hands gently placed another white rose along with the many of others. People began to leave the grave and church. They gave their respects and prayers.
She watched as the throngs broke up and she was left alone in the cold stone church in a black mourning gown. Her long blonde hair up in a tight bun and a black veil draped over her tired yet beautiful face. Leather shoes walked over the wooden floor of the church as she neared the great entrance. High Romanesque arches soared into a barrel vaulted ceiling. Stained glass let in colored light that seemingly lightened the dark aura that was surrounding the poor girl.
Hands pushed open one of the heavy oak and iron doors. Above, engraved symbols of the zodiac stared down upon her as she tried to enter the real world once more. Sanibelle found a wood bench in front of the large stone structure behind her. Despite the weather being nice, it seemed darker. Some passing citizens gave their prayers and apologized for not making the ceremony. All she could do was say thank you with a weak smile.
Birds chirped and flew through the skies almost I'm an attempt to lighten the mood. Sanibelle just let out a small laugh questioning why she was sitting here, alone, in mourning clothes. But the scene can back like a hunter hunting it's prey making droplets fall from her eyes. "Just cry Sanibelle. There's nothing wrong with crying...." she sloppily said to herself quietly as her face became soaked with depression. A black cloth tried its best to dry the créme surface, but it failed to do so. So there she sat, the mid afternoon sun hitting her like a sign to move, yet her body would not obey like a rebel slave. Was she seeking comfort? A hug from a friend perhaps? No, she did not know...so she just sat and waited.
CASIMIR MARINOV, ANISE AGNELIUS, RAZIEL DELAIR, IGNATIUS ORIVIEN, RAYNE HERMES, LAFAYEL IDLI ❦ 993 ❦ Notes/OOC