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indie rp blog for Caitha Goddess Of Tears from the Dark Souls franchise.  Crossovers and OCs accepted.  Please read rules before interacting.

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Caitha could feel the spite dripping from Lothric’s voice, and she could understand it. If she were to be born and raised only to be thrown away like a piece of trash, then she’d also have spite for those who raised her and all the divines who would have thrown her away.

“I do not intend to harm you in any way shape or form. I only wish to speak with you… May I have your permission to come inside?”

“No,” he answers flatly. “You can wait out there. Anyone could say they have peaceful intentions. I don’t believe you. I think you’re going to try and get me to change my mind, isn’t that right?”

Beyond the door there’s another presence, the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional creak of ill-maintained armor. Lothric was obviously not alone. Lorian never strayed far and it had been him who’d opened the door as Lothric waited on the stairs, and it was him who was there to stop anything that tried to get inside.

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The goddess pondered carefully over what she should say next to Prince Lothric, not wanting to provoke his and Lorian's wrath. After a few short moments of thinking, Caitha spoke.

"Prince Lothric... I understand your mistrust of me. But you have to understand at least this. I, Caitha, Goddess Of Tears, never wished to have you bred and raised like a pig for slaughter."

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Caitha doesn’t recognize the voice right away, but after taking a few seconds to process it in her mind, she’s aware of who she has just heard from a few yards inside the palace. The Goddess Of Tears hesitates to speak for a second, but soon finds her words.

“… Is that truly you, Prince Lothric?”

“No it’s the queen of Carim,” he snaps. “Of course it’s me. What do you want?” While he can’t clearly see the woman on the other side of the door, her stature suggests she’s some breed of divinity. How pitiful, were the gods themselves now crawling to his door to beg him to fulfill his duty?

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Caitha could feel the spite dripping from Lothric's voice, and she could understand it. If she were to be born and raised only to be thrown away like a piece of trash, then she'd also have spite for those who raised her and all the divines who would have thrown her away.

"I do not intend to harm you in any way shape or form. I only wish to speak with you... May I have your permission to come inside?"

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As Caitha approached the grand archives, she had a brief moment of hesitation. She almost felt unworthy of being here, and wondered if perhaps she should just turn back and carry on not knowing the fates of Gwynevere and her offspring. But then she found her resolve, and proceeded to knock on the door to see if any sane folk still remained inside.

Several minutes pass in silence, before the door is cracked, its hinges moaning as it’s pried open an inch or so, not enough to see who’s on the other side.

“What is it?” Lothric asks, though he sounds like he’s several yards away. If their visitor was polite enough to knock and not just pry the doors open like an animal, they might not be here with ill intentions.

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Caitha doesn't recognize the voice right away, but after taking a few seconds to process it in her mind, she's aware of who she has just heard from a few yards inside the palace. The Goddess Of Tears hesitates to speak for a second, but soon finds her words.

"... Is that truly you, Prince Lothric?"

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The Goddess Of Tears had not been to the kingdom of Lothric ever since its princes had been chosen to link the First Flame.  But now…  She had ventured to the city out of both morbid curiosity, and the desire to see if anything salvageable remained.  Caitha’s mind had been occupied with thoughts of Gwynevere and her children ever since she made it to the city, and moved through the crowds of Hollows towards the palace.  What had become of them?  She knew not the fate of the princes, nor the fate of Gwynevere herself.

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The castle still stands, stubbornly intact even as its former connections to the world around it, the bridges abandoned when the wall rose, crumble into the nothing below.

Hollows in armor tread the dusty grounds, giving her a wide berth, whether by instinct or some consciousness that still stirred in their withered minds. Those with enough sense left raise their bony arms, pointing towards the grand archives, the tower that stood above the cluttered, senseless walls and towers. That was where she would find them. The massive doors are closed, though, looking for all the world like those of a linoleum. Carved representatives of the Pillars peer judgmentally down at her.

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As Caitha approached the grand archives, she had a brief moment of hesitation. She almost felt unworthy of being here, and wondered if perhaps she should just turn back and carry on not knowing the fates of Gwynevere and her offspring. But then she found her resolve, and proceeded to knock on the door to see if any sane folk still remained inside.

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@cursedandcarried

The Goddess Of Tears had not been to the kingdom of Lothric ever since its princes had been chosen to link the First Flame.  But now...  She had ventured to the city out of both morbid curiosity, and the desire to see if anything salvageable remained.  Caitha’s mind had been occupied with thoughts of Gwynevere and her children ever since she made it to the city, and moved through the crowds of Hollows towards the palace.  What had become of them?  She knew not the fate of the princes, nor the fate of Gwynevere herself.

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This blog is still under construction and the muse has not been perfected yet in terms of how I may want to write her, but please like and/or reblog this post if you would be interested in interacting with Caitha, Goddess Of Tears from the Dark Souls series.