(( thank you to everyone who has rped with me on this character! i've had fun beyond explanation, and i'll miss all the stupid brawls and quarrels and feuds. <3 ))
Cheyanne drags a full sized crossbow along the ground behind her, the prods at the end bumping up and down against the cobblestone bricks below. Her steps are quiet, but not quiet stealthy. She starts to sing, in a low, but at the same time pretty voice. The song is in the same melody, and tone, as that which she's always been known for humming. That same, haunting melody:
'Every kingdom, falls - Every bridge, collapses'
'Every village burns,'
'And death always happens..'
Mayrin stirs, the voice reaching her muddled mind; weak from bloodloss, weak from shock, lost in turning distress. Her head lifts off of the cobblestone, peering blindly ahead of herself. It takes multiple lines to process who the voice belonged two, a clash of words from her encounter with the woman, from the encounter she had not even an hour ago, swarming her mind in an explosion. Such an explosion only lasted a second itself, and her head would drop back onto the dirty ground. There was motivation to stir.
Cheyanne swings the crossbow up from the cobblestones, haulting the bothersome noise of wood bouncing against stone. drawing back the heavy string with a loud, intimidating ‘click’, and setting the bolt upon it. Her steps grow a little faster, and a little heavier, walking now on the flats of her feet, instead of her toes. Her boots clack against the stones, echoing off the walls nearby.
'Nothing lasts forever - That much is always true,'
'Everything will end one day, and one day so will you..'
Cheyanne maintains a hauntingly chipper, tone of voice.'
Mayrin keeps on the ground, her eyeless lid closing; mentally bathing her world in further darkness. In her state, it'd be like hearing an angel arriving, a blanket of death pulling up over her. She knew what was going to come. Her body unfurled, slowly, revealing the point of the blood; sticky blood soaked each and every thread over her gut, the crimson mess staining just near each garment. A hand, shivering in exhaustion, plunged into the pocket of her tunic, curling around a small bag, filled with blocks. She'd drag it out, though it'd fall from her grip, burlap clashing onto the cobblestone, into a small pool of half-dried blood.
Cheyanne stops in front of May, pausing her song for but a moment. The crossbow is quietly lifted up to her shoulder, and aimed down at the mangled remains of what was once Mayrin. A look of pity sweeps across her face for only a moment, before it goes neutral again, and she resumes her song:
'Violent tempers flare - A step above annoyed. One day you’re beloved, The next you’re in the void.'
Mayrin's body goes completely limp at this point. Her bloodied face, already looking dead and rotton from the burn, holds no streaks of tears. Her voice carries out, no ring of life that she once held; even less than the shell she had been in their meeting before this. "Please--Please...Give these to Ellie.." Indicating, of course, to the blocks; a final request.
Cheyanne presses her finger into the safety mechanism, making one further click. She glances down to the pouch of blocks, but doesn't make any verbal note of them, simply rehearsing another line, this one slower than the one's before it, and spoken more softly:
'Your end can’t be evaded..'
'Follow towards the light..'
'Every life will end one day..'
'Will end tonight..'
Cheyanne goes quiet for a moment, then speaks her next words in a hushed whisper.
'Goodnight, Mayflower..'
Cheyanne‘s keeps a hold of an indifferent expression, pausing for a few seconds that would feel like an eternity, She exhales softly, and pulls the trigger of the crossbow, sending the bolt strait down in the direction of Mayrin’s forehead, at long last putting the tormented soul out of it's misery.
Mayrin's body did not move as she sang the last bit; she offered no more words, nothing more. Her lips mouth good-night in turn, an instant before the bolt buried itself into her head. And thus, the last flame of Mayrin Caspers would be snuffed.
