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Azalea was unaware of the fighting happening In the palace. She stood at the entrance, coincidentally on the same spot that Halwynn had landed on when she pushed him all those years ago. The evening was calm as far as she knew, a cool breeze sifted through her fur.
Yip sat next to her, lightly tapping his tail on the floor. The two were waiting for an important visitor, one who never sent word ahead of time of his visit.
Wynn.
Azalea forced herself to hold her head high. Her claws gripped the ground and anxiety almost prevented her from breathing. Again and again, she told herself to hold it together. She asked for this position, now pay the price.
She couldn't let Halwynn and Wynn meet. That would be an absolute disaster. The two hated each other. A lot. She’d try and talk out here.
Yip looked up at her and gave her a reassuring nudge with his head. "It's gonna be okay." He said. He knew she was anxious. She didn’t know his father quite as well as Farfalle did. She never creeped on conversations between him and Halwynn. He wished he knew how to reassure her, but unfortunately, he did not.
"Something tells me it's not." Azalea admitted. "Wynn never gives word ahead of time. Something must be wrong."
"That's true.... But maybe he only did that to annoy your dad." Yip said.
"Maybe... But still."
Their quiet conversation was cut short as Wynn himself trotted through the gates, leaving the guards to look back at him with irritation. He was supposed to wait for permission to enter.
The large glaceon halted in front of Azalea and Yip. Azalea didn't often have to look up at others, but Wynn was one of the few she had to. He was that big. Her eyes were almost level with his. Age was starting to show on him though, she could see gray strands of hair on his pelt if the light hit him just right.
She offered the king of Icefall a smile and bowed. "Hello, Wynn. It's good to see you."
Yip stood up to greet his father with a headbutt. " HI DAD!"
Wynn barely budged as he patted Yip on the head. He smiled brightly at both of them. " Hello, you two. I'm glad you got my message."
"I almost threw it away... You never send word of your arrival ahead of time. I thought it was a fake." Azalea said in a lighthearted manner.
Wynn chuckled. "I only did it this time because of importance. I have to be professional sometimes, you know."
Azalea nodded, her smile fading a little. "What did you want to talk about?"
Wynn sat down and took a breath, closing his eyes. " People who have died are starting to come back to life again...." he started. Azalea frowned heavily.
"Including my queen."
Shock struck Yip and Azalea heavily. Yip seemed to almost freeze. Azalea could see frost rapidly forming on the small glaceon’s pelt. She lowered her ears. "We've had a similar problem.... " She answered weakly. "Ever since our.... Parasite problem.... I've gotten a few reports of similar things happening..... And.... well..." She looked down, and then up again. "The same thing happened to Halwynn."
Wynn nodded. " I see... Normally I would suggest a solution for the problem." He said. " But for once, I am unsure. I do not kill innocent people. I cannot send the risen back to rest." He said, defeated.
Azalea shook her head. "I'm not sure what I should do either. I... Want to find the cause before I come up with a solution..."
Yip sat deathly quiet next to Wynn. News of his mother had made his mind go frantic with panic. His mother died after his birth, and now suddenly, she was back. He couldn't form words to speak, he didn't know what to say. Wynn could feel how tense he was, and craned his head down to press against Yips.
" Glynn, your mother is not mad at you. She has already met your sister, and cant wait to see you, too." Wynn said, attempting to comfort his smaller son.
Yip parted his mouth to speak, but it was still difficult. "... I.. Don’t know what I'm supposed to say." He admitted bluntly.
Azalea frowned and leaned over to press her nose against his. "You can take all the time you need... I don’t mind you heading home for a while to spend time with your family." She told him.
Yip only continued to inwardly panic. He nodded, still unsure of what to say about the situation.
Wynn gave his son one last nuzzle before lifting his head. " So Azalea...."
Azalea gave Yip a small lick on the cheek before lifting her head to look at Wynn.
"How are Lynrise and Valorien doing? I went to visit them on my way here, but they seem to have left the home I offered them." He asked. It was his attempt at changing the subject to something lighter.
Azalea felt her blood run cold. Like her soul left her body. She froze in place staring at Wynn.
He didn’t know.
“That’s not my story to tell.” Azalea forced out to sound like she was speaking normally. “Perhaps you can talk to Lynrise. She’s here, somewhere.“
Wynn picked up on the strain in Azalea’s voice. Odd, he thought. He nodded and stood up. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, however, a pained yelp rang through the air, followed by an angry growl.
“Well now. I’d recognize that sound anywhere. I guess death didn’t change Halwynn’s tendency to get ass beatings, did it.” Wynn remarked smugly.
“We should probably investigate.” Azalea said. Normally, she wouldn’t have said ‘we’. She knew that Wynn would have come anyways, and there was no turning him away from a chance to ruin Halwynn.
Yip,somewhat grateful for the distraction, rose to his feet and started heading inside. Azalea and Wynn followed after him. Azalea could barely breath as they walked.
She was not looking forward to the rest of the day.
This month has been rough and im not gonna go in depth about it because im numb to everything thats happening rn but
My crayfish, Skippy, died last week. We buried him outside. My snails Mac and Cheese died, one was in september and the other was the beginning of october. So it has not been a good time. Drawing seems like an abysmal task and I have to rly push myself to do any kind of drawing.
But we did get a new 29 gallon tank and a new PAL
This is TEXAS PETE and he demands all ur food
Im still sorry for being dead as fuck buT ENJOY HALLOWEEN AND EAT ALL THE CANDY
As much as I wish it didn’t happen, my car died today. It was a 14 year old Kia Spectra5. She was an absolute trooper.
So i’m going to have to find a used one somewhere. That means i have to dip into my savings and/or whatever money I have.
I just want to remind everyone that commissions are open and that I have a Ko-Fi you can donate too. (I recently reblogged the posts yesterday.)
I don’t want to flat out ask for money, nor would I. But if anyone was considering donating/commissioning at some point, now would be a very convenient time to do so.
Renfrew and Alessandro could be considered the stealthiest people in the palace. They made no sound when their feet hit the ground, no breathing, and when they weren’t talking? Absolute silence.
But silence was impossible when it came to Alessandro. He was just about to shriek his arrival to the world when Renfrew clamped a hand on his mouth.
“The sun JUST rose. Shuddup!”
“NO REST FOR THE WICKED.” Alessandro said, shifting Renfrew’s hand off his mouth.
“ You’ll wake everyone up!”
“Don’t you know by now that I feed on chaos and discord?”
“Is there any mercy left in your soul?”
“No.” was the last thing Alessandro said before shouting. “ LIKE I SAID, NO REST FOR THE WICKED~!!!”
Renfrew sighed as Alessandro cackled loudly.
It wasn’t until Renfrew saw a certain leafeon turn the corner to investigate the noise that he considered screaming. Not in fear, but anger and confusion. Halwynn was right there. But he was supposed to be dead.
Renfrew froze and fell deathly silent as he watched the blind old man approach.
“MY FIRST VICTIM! GOOD MORNING~!” Alessandro said, clasping his hands together. He never met Halwynn, but he had a feeling that this was indeed the former king. He had that look to him. Which meant that he could either escalate or diffuse the tension that was forming.
Halwynn looked down towards the doll. “ Good morning....” He said. He was not impressed. Why are people loud in the morning, of all times? Why couldn’t they wait?
Renfrew didn’t listen to the rest of their conversation. Being so close to Halwynn filled him with the intent to kill. He was so sure that Halwynn was dead, though. Was this just someone who looked like him? Sounded like him?
No, it was him. He recognized the scars. He couldn’t forget his voice even if he tried. Regardless of who was talking, he cut them off to speak.
“ Aren’t you supposed to be dead.” He asked Halwynn in a dark, vile tone.
Halwynn looked over to Renfrew. He recognized his voice, too. And he also had a boiling anger forming inside. “I could ask the same.” He growled.
Alessandro looked between the two. There was no peaceful resolution to this. “ Why don’t we just..... Head to the courtyard and beat the shit out of each other there?” He suggested.
“I’m not exactly one to beat up old blind people, but I can make an exception this time.” Renfrew said.
Halwynn’s lip curled slightly. “ Don’t get cocky just because I can’t see.”
“ I’m gonna make sure you never see the light of another say......Oh, wait.” Renfrew replied to Halwynn, smirking and glancing to the side after he realized what he said.
It seemed the courtyard was too far, because Halwynn bore his teeth and snapped at Renfrew. Renfrew dodged easily enough, retaliating by raking a shadow claw across Halwynn’s muzzle.
Alessandro stayed out of it, but he fully intended to step in if Renfrew appeared to be losing. This wasn’t his fight, but he wasn’t going to let Renfrew die twice.
Xerxes carefully stepped through the dark, sleeping forest. His ears were up, listening to every single sound. He moved with caution, and stopped to look around at every sudden movement.
Corki was less cautious. He followed Xerxes, dragging his tail behind him and making heavy footfalls. He just wanted to go to sleep.
Something shifted in the darkness, and Xerxes halted in his path immediately. He looked around again, but he didn’t see anything. He could feel it, though. Someone far more powerful than both he and Corki combined lurked in the darkness.
They were hunting them.
Xerxes backed up beside Corki. His gaze bore into the darkness, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not see. Xerxes wished he could have the composure that Corki had. He wasn’t even miffed.
That was, of course, until the loud hiss of a large snake sounded from the shadows. Corki’s blood ran cold. He frowned and tensed, crouching low. Ever since his ordeal with Cordelius, he couldn’t even stomach the mention of snakes.
“After all the trouble you two have caused, you have the nerve to cower before me?” A voice growled. It’s owner stalked from the shadows, a large doberman-like creature with green markings. Her teeth were bared and her eyes shone with a brilliant white light.
Corki wasn't at all relieved to see the dog. He knew who she was.
“Zygarde.... W-we’re sorry-” Xerxes began, but was cut off by the snapping of jaws.
“YOU THINK A SIMPLE APOLOGY IS GOING TO BRING BALANCE BACK TO THIS PLACE!?” She shrieked, and the earth trembled. Her wrathful aura soaked the air, making it almost difficult to breathe.
“THE TWO OF YOU HAVE DOOMED THIS PLACE. PEOPLE WHO ARE DEAD HAVE BEEN BROUGHT BACK. PEOPLE WHO WERE ALIVE AND WELL BEFORE HAVE DIED TO TAKE THE PLACE OF THOSE RISEN. YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN FIX THIS WITH AN APOLOGY!!!???”
Corki and Xerxes sat in shocked, terrified silence. They were speechless, powerless and defenseless before Zygarde’s wrath. They dared not to speak.
“ This place is a cancer now. It’s going to spread. People are going to drop like flies and the dead are going to come back as if nothing happened to them. SOME AREN’T EVEN IN THEIR OWN BODIES!!! AND THIS IS ALL. YOUR. FAULT. HOW COULD THE TWO OF YOU BE SO RECKLESS!?” She roared, stalking towards them as they skittered back.
“VALDESS IS GOING TO HAVE TO BE CULLED BECAUSE OF YOU UNLESS YOU FIX THIS.”
“H...How do we fix it...Exactly...?” Xerxes squeaked. He had more questions, but he dared not to ask.
“You need to return the dead to death, and bring back those who died before their time.” Zygarde growled. “And pray by the time you are done that I don’t KILL YOU BOTH.”
Zygarde towered over the both of them as they cowered and nodded to her. She kneaded the ground with her claws. “I have my own work to do to fix this mess. You two better get going before I decide to kill you early.” She hissed.
“We’ll take care of it, Zygarde. We swear.” Xerxes said, backing away and turning to sprint into the forest, leaving Corki alone with the wrathful god.
Zygarde looked down at him as he rose to his feet from crouching. She was dissatisfied with how slow he was moving as she watched him back away, afraid to lose sight of her.
She bore her fangs and shrieked at him. “GET MOVING!!”
And he did. Corki fled after Xerxes, running and hopping into the air to take flight like a frightened bird.
Farfalle crept silently through the slumbering palace towards the ledge that Azalea often sat by. She stopped at the corner, still hidden in the darkness of the hallway to stare at her sister. She had a lot to say to her, she needed to know where to start.
Azalea sat quietly, ears flicking as she felt the familiar feeling of bubbling anger behind her. Her ribbons extended and wrapped around her in an attempt to remain calm, to keep the anxiety from growing worse. She couldn’t handle Farfalle’s burning gaze searing through the back of her head anymore. She addressed the other sylveon quietly.
“What is it, sister?”
“Why is he out of the dungeon?” Farfalle blurted. She made no attempt to be quiet.
“B-because I thought he deserved another chance... “ Azalea replied shakily. She doubted her decision to let Halwynn roam free. She had made such a spectacle of sending him to rot in jail, and yet a few days later, she let him out.
She was weak.
“He doesn’t DESERVE another chance.” Farfalle growled, stepping closer.
“I didn’t either.”
“You were a victim! It’s HIS FAULT you did what you did!”
“ I know, but I-”
“ NOT EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE, AZALEA. WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS BEFORE.”
Azalea’s ears lay flat against her head. She shivered when Farfalle started yelling. She could taste the toxic poison beginning to pool in her mouth. She let her nerves calm before she took a breath and spoke again.
“Who are you to determine who deserves another chance or not? People wont change if you don’t give them the chance.” She said.
Farfalle bore her teeth and bristled. “He HAD HIS CHANCES! HE HAD SEVERAL! AND HE NEVER CHANGED. HE ONLY GOT WORSE.”
“Besides...Should he make any wrong moves, my guards have permission to strike him down where he stands. He is a prisoner in his own home. He is at the mercy of those he hurt. The seat that he used to hurt us, is now the knife at his throat. He is not walking freely, sister.” Azalea replied firmly, straightening her posture and looking back at her sister.
Farfalle glared at her a few moments more, but was cut off as Azalea started talking again.
“He only has two options in his situation. Truly show that he wants to become a better person and change for the better, or die. Even if he changes, the past will always haunt him. He will never forget what he did.” She continued, running on false confidence. “What he did was wrong. I have not forgotten that he asked for the throne back before apologizing. He may very well be trying to gain enough trust to usurp me. I assure you though, sister. He has no power here. He is at our mercy, and there isn’t much of that.”
Farfalle listened to her sister speak. She stopped snarling and let her fur relax. “You better hold up to all of that. You better not just be telling me what I want to here.”
“I promise, I’m being honest. I will turn my moment of weakness and uncertainty around into something useful.” Azalea replied, poison staining her lips. She hoped this would end soon.
Farfalle hesitated before replying. “ I hope you do.” She said at last, turning to leave. “Good night, Azalea.”
“Aaaand we’re back.” Alessandro said as he and Renfrew stood at the entrance of the palace. Spinning to face Renfrew, he spoke again. “Soooo, you wanted to talk to me?”
Renfrew had been jumpy the entire time. He fidgeted nonstop the entire time and jumped whenever Alessandro spoke to him, as if startled. He looked at Alessandro. Yeah, he had something to say. Whether it would come out or not was a different story.
“I-I uh... I wanted t-to tell you...”
Alessandro smirked as his friend’s face reddened. Renfrew looked away. Fuck eye contact.
Alessandro knew what he was going to say, honestly. It was all over his face. He just wanted to hear him say it. “You what?”
Renfrew felt like his voice had been lost. He was having so much trouble. He didn’t understand why, Al had no issue at all confessing how he felt.
“I-” Renfrew forcefully calmed his nerves. Tried to at least. But at least he managed to look up at Alessandro. “I like you too.”
Alessandro cackled and pulled Renfrew into a hug. “THAT WASN’T SO HARD, WAS IT?”
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