OOC Account
1 Week Earlier
Exhaustion was taking it's toll and her hands ached, but Alida kept pressing - relentless as she dug deeper, and deeper into the ground. Wet auburn clay clung to half her body, it’s frigid temperature numbing her soreness. Her arms were prickled with chill, and each time the shovel came down with a resounding 'thud' her heart throbbed in unison.
There was wetness on her cheeks from tears she didn't remember crying, and Alida just continued digging, digging, digging; only stopping long enough to wipe salty sweat from her brow. The wind howled in harrowing agony, shaking the great pines and whistling through the dewey grass . Stars above blinked on and off like glittering diamonds, only outshined by the light of the full moon that lit the ground in alabaster shadows.
Finally, she was finished.
Alida struggled from out of the enormous cavity in the earth and dropped onto the solid ground mostly breathless, the dew on her skin a calming relief. Slowly, and fighting against fatigue, she stood to her feet and looked to the carefully wrapped body that was only an empty shell of a man who was.
There's no escaping death.
Alida remembered her small apartment that she’d shared with her Mother back on Rattatak. Mother had gone peacefully, smiling quietly while holding tight to her daughters hand. Death wasn’t always unpleasant.
Jiddo on the other hand, had gone screaming and choking on his own blood.
But neither experience had frightened her, and all because she understood a simple truth: all men must die.
Perhaps that way of thinking was morbid for a girl her age, but masking reality didn't make this fact of life any less true and Alida understood that.
With a gentle push from the heel of her shoe, Jido Verrus rolled into his final resting place.
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Men who carried the Na’varro sigil had discovered Alida’s ship, The Astral Maiden, floating through space in no particular direction.
Whatever disease this universe had gifted Jido Verrus, it had since bestowed itself on Alida.
When Jido had become sick the pair had scoured the Galaxy in search of a cure, without luck to any leads that pointed them toward any known antidotes.
Still, Alida hadn't faltered in her quest of trying to find one.
“The Mystics on Voss are said to be able to perform miracles.” She had told Alen. Straight away, the pair had set out.
“I don’t fear death.” She’d insisted, but in truth, was only trying to convince herself through this type of verbal proclamation . “It’s another journey. An end to pain and suffering.”
Time had run out for Jiddo, and the hours were already ticking down for Alida.
@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Exhaustion was taking it's toll and her hands ached, but Alida kept pressing - relentless as she dug deeper, and deeper into the ground. Wet auburn clay clung to half her body, it’s frigid temperature numbing her soreness. Her arms were prickled with chill, and each time the shovel came down with a resounding 'thud' her heart throbbed in unison.
There was wetness on her cheeks from tears she didn't remember crying, and Alida just continued digging, digging, digging; only stopping long enough to wipe salty sweat from her brow. The wind howled in harrowing agony, shaking the great pines and whistling through the dewey grass . Stars above blinked on and off like glittering diamonds, only outshined by the light of the full moon that lit the ground in alabaster shadows.
Finally, she was finished.
Alida struggled from out of the enormous cavity in the earth and dropped onto the solid ground mostly breathless, the dew on her skin a calming relief. Slowly, and fighting against fatigue, she stood to her feet and looked to the carefully wrapped body that was only an empty shell of a man who was.
There's no escaping death.
Alida remembered her small apartment that she’d shared with her Mother back on Rattatak. Mother had gone peacefully, smiling quietly while holding tight to her daughters hand. Death wasn’t always unpleasant.
Jiddo on the other hand, had gone screaming and choking on his own blood.
But neither experience had frightened her, and all because she understood a simple truth: all men must die.
Perhaps that way of thinking was morbid for a girl her age, but masking reality didn't make this fact of life any less true and Alida understood that.
With a gentle push from the heel of her shoe, Jido Verrus rolled into his final resting place.
--------------
Men who carried the Na’varro sigil had discovered Alida’s ship, The Astral Maiden, floating through space in no particular direction.
Whatever disease this universe had gifted Jido Verrus, it had since bestowed itself on Alida.
When Jido had become sick the pair had scoured the Galaxy in search of a cure, without luck to any leads that pointed them toward any known antidotes.
Still, Alida hadn't faltered in her quest of trying to find one.
“The Mystics on Voss are said to be able to perform miracles.” She had told Alen. Straight away, the pair had set out.
“I don’t fear death.” She’d insisted, but in truth, was only trying to convince herself through this type of verbal proclamation . “It’s another journey. An end to pain and suffering.”
Time had run out for Jiddo, and the hours were already ticking down for Alida.
@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]