A Bright Morning
Athur's chisel slowly drew through the wood, long careful motions wittling the log slowly to shape, the carvings molding it into eyes and elongated fluffy little ears. The chips were then guided into the crackling fireplace warming up the small cottage.
The Leonin stood up, and adjusted, rolling his shoulders as he placed the finished bust atop the dinnertable, glowing red runes decorating and interweaving with the white fur on his arm, Barely lit by the fireplace's warm glow, and what little sunlight weaved through the Vine covered windows.
His hands grasped the heavy metal plate and coiled it around his frame, each latch given due time and care as the white fur faded behind a barrier of twisted iron and steel. It was functional more than it was decorative, and heavy, but not as heavy as his duty as Athur pulled a chair over, and settled down infront of the fireplace, sword resting against the ground and his heavy frame rested against it.
Finally after what felt like an Eternity, the wooden door creaked open, old hinges brought to life for but a moment as a pale elf stepped through, eyes sunken, cheeks hollow and painted, dappled with Draconic Scales.
"Im sorry Child." Came the deep rumble from the Leonin..a swift Dash piercing the now glowing Metal sword through the Elf. "Your hands are stained with too much Blood, and I can no longer help."
The elf Said nothing, those sunken eyes trailing the room, and settling on the statue, it was them, before this all.
A smile crept onto their lips, before the Elf's eyes closed once and for all, and their killer, collapsed on the ground, weeping as the Cabin lit aflame and darkened the skies with its heavy smoke.
