Lament collapsed slowly on the sand by the beach. His home and cave only a few strides behind him, but it might as well have been oceans away for all the strength he had left in his body. The very effort of breathing cost him in strength he did not have. It rattled in his chest, wheezing and gasping with each inhale and exhale. His body was a forest where fungus played and danced, overtaking his once rich and vibrant hues. The weight of the fungus across his body was more than he could bear, and as his head lay slowly across his arms, he knew he would not have the strength to rise again. He did not have an ounce of strength left in his wasted body. The sickness had overpowered him. Brutal, and absolute. Another rattling breath shuddered through his body, and then his chest fell still, his body silent. There across the lonely beach, a hundred miles from home, far from all he had loved, and who had loved him. The Ademre would never again go home, or see the sword tree of his birthplace. His Caracal laid a paw across the silent wolf's cheek, and tossed back his head and made a deep cawing cry. - Exit via death - "Speech"|"Ademic"

It was no longer a matter of simply not feeling like himself any more: Hattori simply wasn't. He barely even looked like the Shogun, a hollow shell, thin with jagged shoulders protruding out as he thudded across the beach, leaking ooze that landed with a wet twack against the sand. His form was riddled with swollen lumps and tumours, bulging his lymph nodes at the base of his throat, armpits and groin area. His breathing was laboured, and his heart was racing, he'd been running but he couldn't remember how he'd gotten here. Or where here even was. But it felt important, deep in the back of his mind like a scab he wanted to pick off till it was fresh and stinging. Through the drooling ooze his senses were near useless, hazy and unfocused. Wet. And yet ahead he heard the mourning cry of a feline as it stood huddled over something, someone. He thudded closer, struggling to make out what was happening only to jerk to a halt. He didn't recognise the wolf, only that a strange thought thrashed its way to the forefront of his mind. They were playing dead, this was a trick to lower his defences. A ruse to strike Hattori at his weakest. Well, he would show them who was weak. Moving in close, he pressed an oversized paw against the strangers' throat, expecting-almost hoping- Lament would thrash in protest. Except he didn't move, not even a twitch or a reflex. And for some reason that infuriated him, beyond belief and reason. He saw red, or would have if he could see more than a blur. Without warning or hesitation he moved whip quick. Grabbing a hold of the caracal's head, his teeth gripped its skull as he raised the creature off the ground and promptly slammed it into the sand. Bashing and slamming it up and down over and over in a mindless act of self-indulgent violence. He faintly heard its howls and screeches of protest, felt claws swiping at his face but continued anyway. Whipped and lashed till it felt limp and squishy, like a dangling bag of liquid and chunks. "speech"

-Enters via ghost- Lamet stepped forward, watching with old, sad eyes as his companion dangled from the jaws of a wolf that had held his respect. He knew he should feel something. Grief, rage, anger. Something. he should howl his feelings like a song in the cold bitter night, but he felt surprisingly little as he looked upon the scene. He took another step forward, utterly unaware of the cold empty body he left behind. It was a surprise to feel so light, for moving to be possible after the great weight that had bowed over him not moments before. He reached out a paw and touched Hattori’s shoulder, his paw gently connecting to the flesh there. “Stop, my Shogun, stop. He is dead, through he was no threat to you.” He whispered softly. "Speech"|"Ademic"

Hattori was alone, then he wasn't. A nudge against his shoulder had him reeling away, confused as to how someone had managed to sneak up on him.  His jaw cracked open, dropping the lifeless cat with a wet thud as he looked at the stranger. Eyes wide but barely seeing, mind unable to put the obvious two and two together. Instead he latched onto the question: who was there? They spoke to him with such a tone that...it made him falter, rage sputtering out like a spent fire. All out of fuel to burn. "You don't know that." He slurred through the ooze, as if that was justification. "You don't know me."

Hattori whirled on him, and Lament raised a paw slowly, placating. He wanted no violence with his leader. No revenge for the life so easily wasted at the Koi-wols feet. If he felt anything it was sadness, a bitter sort of hollow carved through his heart. Hattori didn’t turn his bloody fangs upon Lament, however. Instead the rage seemed to pitter out in the younger wolf, and his voice was slurred and senseless. “I know you, Hattori. My Shogun. I pledged to follow you and yours to the ends of the world. Well, here it is, the world's end.” He whispered softly. Some of the sadness etched into his face in a way it never did when he had been living. His cold, dead body seemed unnoticed by either wolf behind him. "Speech"|"Ademic"

Hattori? The name felt familiar, like a ghost whispering into the shell of his ear. He didn't like it, that this person seemed to know him far more than he knew himself. Just who were they? How could their eyes see so much and their tongue speak what felt like the truth? He wanted... Hattori just couldn't know, but he felt cold and empty. Like no amount of sleep would ever be enough, the sort of freedom only to be found in death. His gaze wandered to the figure on the floor, as though some part of him recognised what had come to pass. That one could only truly be themselves when they had nothing left, their life already slipped through their grasp. "Is that's what's happening? Why I am like this?" He paused then, the edge sharpening. The tide was coming in and would wash away the mess he'd made. Flush it all clean, but the sin still remained. Always would. "Leave me. I do not want to hurt you as well." He finally said, blurry gaze roving to the sky. Unfamiliar with the wrongness of it all, like this had been the way was all along. All he knew was that he had to be alone. Far from here, far from everyone. The world felt too small, like he was caged in and forced to lash out. None of this was his fault, nothing. Nothing nothing nothing.

Lament

WASTED!


You gain:  

• Rebirth Pass (player-bound)- Allows "recreation" of any previously played character set to Somnium. Design must remain identical (even height and gender), and all purchases carry over to the new character.  Name does not need to remain the same.
  
  
• Creepy Contact Lenses (player-bound)- The fireflies help you to equip this item that once applied cannot be removed or traded. Can look however you like. May not change color, rotate, or otherwise alter once in the eye.
  

Hattori

You hear a small pop inside your head, like a small abscess burst. Internally. Shortly after, you feel woozy.



You gain:  

• 10 Crystals - Used in Firefly's Shoppe, and perhaps elsewhere...