- Messages
- 466
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Formerly BlackOak/Ebony Mix 15" Core of Vampire's Blood and Bloodwood 14" Essence of Acromantula Web
- Age
- 10/1949
--Arnost watched with an evil smile on his lips when Alphonse Snow fell to his inevitable death. The green light took away life, and he glanced over at his daughter once more, before nodding lightly. She gave him the opening to take away his life. Arnost felt he power surge through his blood, what he had left because the bleeding from his injured chest never seemed to slow down. The injury seemed much worse than he originally thought, but the fading of his image in the Death Glass had all but been a hoax. They all nagged at him to get healed, but Arnost did not want it. He preferred to allow his body to do it on his own. He felt more pain when Asparuh himself was teaching him a lesson than this. So, if his body was strong enough, he could go home today. If not, then he would depart with the best of them. Arnost glanced over at Danielle and he rolled his onyx eyes. She really needed to worry about others over him. Arnost muttered, "You really should not be harassing me. I stood up for you, and your family anyway. Go worry about someone who needs it." Arnost wanted so much to flick her on the forehead like he used to do when he was a teenager, but he suddenly did not find the energy. He just wanted to really lay down and rest, but he remained standing. His twin came along, looking as fearsome as ever before. He glanced up, seeing his twin and not meeting with his eyes directly because Asparuh could easily read thoughts. Even he was telling him to get healed. Now that was a laugh. Arnost smirked up at Asparuh and he retorted, "Aww, worried about baby brother? But you know as well as I, Death cannot be cheated. If I die, I die. That is how it works. But sometimes, life does not end with death." Arnost had made a valid point with this, of course.
--There was a sudden pain in his chest, and muscles completely stopped working beneath Arnost. He fell back, landing on the floor with a loud thud, the sound echoing around the cries and sobs. Arnost realized as his onyx eyes peered around him, that he was in a pool of his own blood. Huh, how did that happen? thought Arnost. He glanced at his chest, and he noticed that the Sectumsempra had pretty much torn up his chest to bits. He was bleeding a lot more than he realized, and the healers would not be able to heal him in time. Not that he would let them anyway. He could hear Aleyha's voice, and then her kneeling next to him. Arnost gazed over at his daughter, before he uttered, "Carry on, be like the Dark Lord, my Parselmouth daughter. Be dark, for yourself, for me, and the future." Arnost reached his hand up and he laid it on her stomach for a moment, before he smirked lightly, and allowed his head to roll to the side. The heart slowly increased in pulse, trying to get the blood that was so thin and absent in his body, before giving up. No pulse, no breath, Arnost Grigor Zhefarovich passed on. Last thoughts, he did not want to leave his family, his children all without a father. Body limp, it seemed like brother of the Patriarch went to join his little sister Raisa in the land of the dead.
--So it seems...
--There was a sudden pain in his chest, and muscles completely stopped working beneath Arnost. He fell back, landing on the floor with a loud thud, the sound echoing around the cries and sobs. Arnost realized as his onyx eyes peered around him, that he was in a pool of his own blood. Huh, how did that happen? thought Arnost. He glanced at his chest, and he noticed that the Sectumsempra had pretty much torn up his chest to bits. He was bleeding a lot more than he realized, and the healers would not be able to heal him in time. Not that he would let them anyway. He could hear Aleyha's voice, and then her kneeling next to him. Arnost gazed over at his daughter, before he uttered, "Carry on, be like the Dark Lord, my Parselmouth daughter. Be dark, for yourself, for me, and the future." Arnost reached his hand up and he laid it on her stomach for a moment, before he smirked lightly, and allowed his head to roll to the side. The heart slowly increased in pulse, trying to get the blood that was so thin and absent in his body, before giving up. No pulse, no breath, Arnost Grigor Zhefarovich passed on. Last thoughts, he did not want to leave his family, his children all without a father. Body limp, it seemed like brother of the Patriarch went to join his little sister Raisa in the land of the dead.
--So it seems...