Urgent Commissions - FOUR SLOTS

“So it was true. All of it…”

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The bitter cold winds bit at her skin. Tears frozen unable to further fall as they stuck to her cheeks, made solid not even a full second after they formed. She wasn’t used to feeling everything all at once like this. The emotion was raw and it ripped from her throat painfully as she screamed out into the heavens above. 

It was mourning. Grief unmeasurable and overflowing. Disbelief. Shock that continued to make her blood run cold even now after it was all said and done. Not only had the Empire and all she had ever stood for been crushed beyond anything she could now recognize, but her father had been taken from her and it had been by his own doing the hand of fate been drawn like this. 

Unimaginable. To think her own father had been the very hand of suffering enacted upon some of their own people was unbelievable the moment she heard it fall from the lips of Arcuris Rilanox. The very man she had been charged with by her father to track down. That her friend was a traitor to the Empire was a large enough pill to swallow as it was but that it was her father who had enacted such terrible deeds in reality? It was a laughable notion at first.

Impossible. Not the man whose shoulders once carried her in her youth. Not the man whose exemplary service of duty became everything she aspired to be. Not the man who challenged her to be her absolute best. 

…not the man that was a father. 

Her father.

Arcuris had enacted his vengeance on the man that had murdered his wife. Kidnapped his parents. Sabotaged his very life. It was a vengeance that once Asharri had discovered the truth in everything, she couldn’t prevent him from going after as it fell from the mouth of the wolf himself. Tallian Pyr Luculla was deserving of his fate. Any sane person could and should see that, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. It didn’t make any of this any less jarring for his daughter who took the side her father prevented her from taking for quite some time because even when Arcuris was tagged a traitor, it was something she had a hard time accepting initially.

Now here she stood on the grounds of her family home that miraculously still stood intact after everything had been said and done; the blood stained wedding band of her father’s held tightly in a clenched fist. It was all that was left of him. No body. No last words. Just this token of affection he shared with her mother; the other half of him that was still no where to be found at this time. Asharri was very much left alone now it would seem and maybe it was best this way.

“My heart broken,” she said, kneeling low to the ground holding that ring in her hand, close to her chest. “Fed nothing but lies…”

“…and yet I mourn for you…” she sobbed into the harsh winds. 

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“Eh? A knock at the door? Whomever could it be at this hour?”

“So, you’re the guy who has been helping the Rilanox family? Don’t suppose you have room for one more?”

“Oh, this is getting ridiculous. My home is not a Garlean half-way house.”

“Trust me, guy. There are plenty of other places I would rather be right now.”

“…!”

“Name’s Ash, by the way. I’m sure Arc mentioned me? Anyway, where do I sleep, little guy?”

“Little guy? You do realize you’re not much taller than I am and you are a Garlean, right?”

“Tch. Careful now. Arcuris is the more reasonable one out of the two of us for what it’s worth mentioning.”

“…oh, joy…”

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