LoC Name: Iaso
Name Origin: Greek(?) Name Meaning: Goddess of healing and destroying Age: Died at 421 years Gender: Female Sex: Female Sexuality: Bisexual R. Status: Closed Current Rank: Prisoner on Z-99 Rank Desired: None |
Crush: N/a
Secret Crush: N/a Mate: Tibolt Cubs: 4 but I don't care enough to link Adopted Cubs: None Mother: Father: Siblings: |
IASO is now Deceased.
Here is her death announcement.
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Another death report from the tragedy on Z-99 reached the pride, and gathered around were many who had family - and yes, even prisoners - up there during the battle. Even if they already knew the answer, they sought to deny it. They weren't really gone, were they?
Lions tiptoed all around, careful not to disturb the other mourners. Like ghosts themselves, even, they called out softly as names were read off. Some lions had been long forgotten, others warranted a great reaction from the crowd. Cries pierced the heavy air from time to time, but many just sat still, waiting. The war had dragged on for so long that many of them all expected a familiar name to be read off. These lions would quietly stand up and slip away during the reading, perhaps as not to be disrespectful to the others. Sometimes they would simply join a cloud of the survivors and comfort them. Sometimes they just sat still, as if waiting.
The speaker, the secondary leader Jezebel, had been standing off to the side, preparing herself for what she had to do. This wasn't her first time reading off the names, but she had grown to fear this part - the cries of the lions below her after she had listed someone they knew... It was haunting. Even with her mother teaching her how to not fear a nightmare, Jez was scared of this seeping into them anyway. She felt as if she was bringing the lions below her death, not just its news.
But still, her voice rang clear through the crowd as she began to list off names. One after the other, lions began their mournful cries, some sobbing into each other. She had to pause to take a deep breath before continuing, however, and as she did so she locked eyes with one particular lioness. The lioness was still wearing her armor, having just gotten off duty and come straight here. She looked miserable - even if the name she was waiting on was not on the list, she would have to deal with her daughter joining the new faction - and possibly having to face her in battle. Jez was there when she was arrested - she was taken with her mate, a rebel himself. She hadn't gone quietly. Jez locked eyes with this same lioness that day, too. Her daughter - who had abandoned her so long ago - becoming the enemy.
Jez closed her eyes to avoid the skeletal lioness' gaze before she resumed her list, ready for the worst cry of all to reach her ears. She opened her eyes to look at her friend Aries for comfort, as he knew well what this task does to a lion. He gave her a soft nod of encouragement, which helped her get back to what she was doing.
This was important.
The crowd quieted once again as she opened her mouth to speak. "For those of you just joining us, I am listing off the deceased from the tragedy at Z-99." She could almost hear a pin drop as she looked again at the lioness. "I resume with Phae - battle wounds from the last stand," A cry sounded from off to her right, "Leemos - battle wounds from inside the prison," a murmur, "Iaso - found in her locked cell bleeding from self-inflicted wounds,"
Jez paused and her heart stopped as she saw the lioness' face go from blank worry to anguish all of the sudden. The halo around her started glowing brightly, and a few of the nearby lions moved away - this lioness was dangerous, even when she didn't want to be. The lioness - whose name was Corone - stood up and screamed, "It isn't true!" she screamed, "She would never!" A lion next to her - her mate - let her bury her face into his shoulder as she began to cry. The lions nearby relaxed a little as she did so, becoming limp against her mate's hide. The lion helped Corone to her feet and shuffled her away softly, her cries echoing across the chamber for long after she had gone.
Jez didn't notice until minutes later that Aries had resumed the list, seeing her frozen there.
Jez retired to her den and cried into her own mate Nychta's mane, the weight of her duties getting her down after such a tragedy.
Another death report from the tragedy on Z-99 reached the pride, and gathered around were many who had family - and yes, even prisoners - up there during the battle. Even if they already knew the answer, they sought to deny it. They weren't really gone, were they?
Lions tiptoed all around, careful not to disturb the other mourners. Like ghosts themselves, even, they called out softly as names were read off. Some lions had been long forgotten, others warranted a great reaction from the crowd. Cries pierced the heavy air from time to time, but many just sat still, waiting. The war had dragged on for so long that many of them all expected a familiar name to be read off. These lions would quietly stand up and slip away during the reading, perhaps as not to be disrespectful to the others. Sometimes they would simply join a cloud of the survivors and comfort them. Sometimes they just sat still, as if waiting.
The speaker, the secondary leader Jezebel, had been standing off to the side, preparing herself for what she had to do. This wasn't her first time reading off the names, but she had grown to fear this part - the cries of the lions below her after she had listed someone they knew... It was haunting. Even with her mother teaching her how to not fear a nightmare, Jez was scared of this seeping into them anyway. She felt as if she was bringing the lions below her death, not just its news.
But still, her voice rang clear through the crowd as she began to list off names. One after the other, lions began their mournful cries, some sobbing into each other. She had to pause to take a deep breath before continuing, however, and as she did so she locked eyes with one particular lioness. The lioness was still wearing her armor, having just gotten off duty and come straight here. She looked miserable - even if the name she was waiting on was not on the list, she would have to deal with her daughter joining the new faction - and possibly having to face her in battle. Jez was there when she was arrested - she was taken with her mate, a rebel himself. She hadn't gone quietly. Jez locked eyes with this same lioness that day, too. Her daughter - who had abandoned her so long ago - becoming the enemy.
Jez closed her eyes to avoid the skeletal lioness' gaze before she resumed her list, ready for the worst cry of all to reach her ears. She opened her eyes to look at her friend Aries for comfort, as he knew well what this task does to a lion. He gave her a soft nod of encouragement, which helped her get back to what she was doing.
This was important.
The crowd quieted once again as she opened her mouth to speak. "For those of you just joining us, I am listing off the deceased from the tragedy at Z-99." She could almost hear a pin drop as she looked again at the lioness. "I resume with Phae - battle wounds from the last stand," A cry sounded from off to her right, "Leemos - battle wounds from inside the prison," a murmur, "Iaso - found in her locked cell bleeding from self-inflicted wounds,"
Jez paused and her heart stopped as she saw the lioness' face go from blank worry to anguish all of the sudden. The halo around her started glowing brightly, and a few of the nearby lions moved away - this lioness was dangerous, even when she didn't want to be. The lioness - whose name was Corone - stood up and screamed, "It isn't true!" she screamed, "She would never!" A lion next to her - her mate - let her bury her face into his shoulder as she began to cry. The lions nearby relaxed a little as she did so, becoming limp against her mate's hide. The lion helped Corone to her feet and shuffled her away softly, her cries echoing across the chamber for long after she had gone.
Jez didn't notice until minutes later that Aries had resumed the list, seeing her frozen there.
Jez retired to her den and cried into her own mate Nychta's mane, the weight of her duties getting her down after such a tragedy.