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The death of Rey'gar

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Four trials. He'd been gone for four trials, and this is the sort of news he was bringing home. Fridgar had wrapped up warm in his black leather jacket, paws in his pockets. His breath formed clouds of white that quickly dissipated in the perpetual night. What changed? He'd loved her before the ball, hadn't he? His first love, Rey'na. The mountain of a Lothar continued his journey through the frozen woodlands, his eyes glued to the snow before him. What had he done? What was he doing? His thoughts drifted while he walked.

They'd first met early Zi'da, the 23rd. She saw him mid-becoming, took him in, fed him and gave him a place to stay, the cabin he'd grown so comfortable in. Just seven trials later, an Aukari had started a fire in their woods, Fridgar challenged him and Rey had been there for his support, even going as far as wanting to kill the poor guy. A few trials after that, he returned home completely destroyed with a few broken bones various body bruises and lots of bleeding. For the next twenty trials, she didn't leave his side, nursing him back to health and keeping him company in his inability to move.

As soon as he'd recovered, he went out for a walk in bear form to get back into the swing of things, he met another Lothar who tried to attack Rey, who'd followed him. Naturally, he had to end the Lothar's life, but was interrupted by some sort of dispute between Alistair and a god. The Lothar got away, but he'd recognise his scent from a good eighteen miles away. Sometime after that, he went out for a drink, she went out looking for him and got attacked, the Biqaj called her a whore and everything, he couldn't have hit the floor faster.

He awoke from his thoughts as Rey’na’s cabin came into view. His heart couldn't have sunk any deeper, why did he have to arrive so soon? By the Immortals, why did he have to fall for someone else? With misery in his eyes, he approached the front door, took hold of the handle and paused. If he did this, there was no going back, ever. He wouldn't mess her about, she deserved better than that. This decision would be final. So be it He pushed the door open and stepped inside, Rey'na was cooking something or other. The last they'd spoke, he'd told her that he loved her and gave her a kiss goodbye. His stomach churned as if ashamed of his own disloyalty.

"Hi, Rey'na." He spoke, his eyes unwavering in their seriousness. Say it, we need to talk. Don't pussy out now. the voice in his head reminded, having noticed his sudden silence. "How are you?" he asked, stepping in and closing the door behind him. He couldn't meet her eyes, only her general direction. With a heavy exhale, he walked over to the table at the edge of the wall and took a seat, opposite his old bloodstained room. "Can we talk?" His voice came soft, as if trying to cushion the blow to come.
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Today

Today would be the day Fridgar came home. Since he'd been away, she had cooked her meals for two - only to find herself eating alone. But she couldn't take the risk of eating without him, so she carried on. It meant some food had been wasted, but it didn't matter to her. What was money worth compared to the happiness she might bring her friend?
That thought made her shake her head. Friend. Did friends say they loved one another in the same way they did? Or rather...he did. She hadn't said it, and that was the last chance she'd had to do it. She said it before, but she hadn't that time - if she'd known how important it could have been she would have. What was wrong with her? Then she remembered why she hadn't. The Egg, alongside the distrust for him. It was selfish of her not to trust him, and even more to listen to the egg when it came to Fridgar.
She was starting to realize recently how bad the egg had been for her at times. She adored Lisirra, always had - she was Rey's 'mother' after all.
But at times it felt like no amount of happiness or joy could stop the egg from trying to ruin it all, filling her head with thoughts she didn't want to have and twisting if she chose to ignore them. It had never done more than hurt her a little, but the pain was starting to get worse and worse. Maybe she could talk to Lisirra about it soon.

She had only just started cooking, and it was only two things of meat. She realized if she cooked smaller portions of food then when Fridgar came she could always just make more, but if he didn't then she wouldn't have to try and eat two full meals. Today she was cooking beef, just a single portion of steak each. The man had called it the 'Finest rump in all of Idalos', and Rey believed it - but now she was cooking it, it just seemed like normal meat. What was it that made a meat better than any other, she wondered, if they came from the same animal?
Those thoughts were interrupted as the door opened, making Rey go tense. She wanted to be overjoyed, but she felt guilty. She'd have to make it right to him, she knew that, she took in a quiet breath before turning to the door and seeing him. Something seemed wrong, but she put it down to her being upset.
"Hi, Fridgar. I'm alright, I was just making us food. How are you?" she asked, voice shaking. Everything was fine, she thought to herself - it was all fine.

His next question, however, proved that something was wrong. The way he spoke, the way he told her as if preparing her for something worse to come. A shiver went down her spine as the egg started to whisper, faint but constant. She heard small phrases from it, blaming her or saying it was over. What had she done?
"I mean, uh...yeah" she stuttered, her usually formal way of speech fading entirely. After a few trills of silence, she steadied herself a little. "Go ahead..."
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It was on this trial that Fridgar declared that he wanted to break up with Rey'na. At first, the girl didn't believe him, chuckling awkwardly with a confused look that spoke 'that's not funny'. Fridgar shook his head, explaining further that he didn't think they were going to work out, he was being completely serious. Rey'na went silent, shaking a little as the trills went by ever slowly.

She spoke quietly, begging a single word Why. Fridgar looked away, failing to meet her pained eyes as she began to cry. The poor girl, she didn't understand. Why would she? It was so sudden of him. One trial they were happily completing assassination contracts together, the next, he wanted to leave her. It had been on the Lothar's mind for some time now, since the discussion at the ball. He Stood up and approached, reaching out to comfort her only to have her scream and bat his hand away - she was hurt, very hurt. He could see just how hurt she was in her eyes, Fridgar tried to speak, only to find that he had no words for this.

In a blind fury, Rey'na began to scream things like 'what did I do wrong' and 'I could have changed' before taking hold of various kitchen equipment he'd bought her and throwing them around the room. She hadn't aimed them for him, though wished she had. Fridgar meekly watched the pained human as she audibly and visibly hurt, unable to do anything but wish he still loved her. She never once blamed him or even threatened him, but vented her anger on what appeared to be everything they'd built together - and rightly so.

Once she was done, she took her sheathed dagger from the table and stormed off without another word, leaving him in the ruined cabin.
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The slam of the door was final, one noise could speak a thousand words. In disbelief, Fridgar looked to the door while stood in the debris of what was once his home. His legs shook beneath him in the dark silence while an endless stream of thoughts washed over him. Go after her, stop her, apologise, clean up the mess you made. All being commands that would never come to be fulfilled.

Instead, his legs gave way beneath him and sent him to the floor, at first on his knees, then on all fours. The palm of his hand stung as it connected with some broken glass, but not as much as the feeling in his chest. Overcome with grief, Fridgar's shaking turned to sobs, then blubbering and crying - what had he done? Why was he even crying? Did he really have the audacity to cry after what he'd done to Rey'na? Try as he might, he couldn't help but hurt at the thought, wallowing in self pity as his cries turned to howls, comprehending what he'd done to its fullest. His glistening skin reddened around his scars while the tears flowed seemingly endless down his cheeks.

Fridgar had no right to feel this way, to be crying in her home after hurting her so much. This time, he had no one to comfort him. He'd always had his siblings, or Eric, then Rey'na and Alistair just yestertrial, but now, he was alone. Shaking like a leaf, Fridgar raised his bleeding hand from the broken glass, inspecting it through his tears to find that he'd gone and impaled himself with the shards. He would not use chrysalis, this much he deserved. One by one, Fridgar pulled the shards of glass from his flesh, cutting up his finger tips in the process.

Once he was done, he sat back on his legs and looked about the wrecked home before rubbing his eyes in his sleeve. Still red and puffy, he shakily stood and walked to the door. An overwhelming feeling of sickness clung to the bottom of his gut as it stirred and wrenched at his heart. His body lurched as if trying to throw up, only to find that nothing came, yet his body still wanted to throw up all of its contents. Still sniffling and unbearably ill, he stumbled for his room and took his bag, loading it up with his first aid supplies and various tools for making totems.

He would disinfect the wounds on his hands and fingers with the vial of sterilising alcohol and stitch up the wider cuts before bandaging them. They would heal naturally and scar to remind him of what he'd done this trial. He couldn't stay here, so he left, taking care not to step on anything that had been thrown about before walking out the door into the cold darkness.
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Fridgar

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  • Story: 4/5
    Structure: 5/5
    Collaboration: 4/5
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  • Socialization: Breaking Up
    Socialization: “Can we talk” Sets the Mood for Bad News
    Detection: The Look of Pain In Someone's Eyes
    Detection: The Sound of Heartbreak in Someone's Voice
Loot:
  • For the season, you will be overcome with a great guilt at random times that may affect your interactions with people.
Devotion:
  • N/A
Fame:
  • -5 (Breaking Reyn'a's Heart)
Notes:
  • A true shame you guys decided to not do this after all. Still not sure if I'm 1000% sold of Fridgali, but I'm happy everything is squared away now (for the most part). Not gonna lie, I kinda of wish for the day breaking up with Rey'na will come back to haunt Fridgar. I think it would be a great plot point. >:)
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Story: 3/5
Structure: 0/5
Collaboration: 1/5
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Knowledge:
  • Cooking: How to Manage Portion Sizes
    Cooking: Cuts of Meat Taste Different
    Detection: Soft Tones Can Reveal Guilt
    Detection: Don't Trust Someone Who Avoids Eye Contact
    Socialization: “Can we talk?” is Never Good
Loot:
  • For the next season, the sight of anything bear related will cause great strife within you.
Fame:
  • N/A
Devotion:
  • N/A
Notes:
  • Really wish I could have read more of Rey'na in this. I haven't gotten a chance to read much of her stuff so this would have been a great chance to see some real character exposure, so I was disappointed when I realized it was abandoned. She's still as interesting and as mysterious as always. Thanks for the teaser. :)
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