Zotohxan
1,2, Buckle my shoe. 3,4, Let's RP some more~
"We're all a family. Even if we don't share blood, we're all the same. Different from the rest of the world, running for our lives. For our safety." Destin looks out at all the other people, hoping they'd accept him, understand him. "My father spent his life helping us to stay hidden, but not making us pretend to be who we're not. We can be true to ourselves, to each other. The rest of the world... They just wouldn't understand."
He takes in a breath, looking into as many eyes as he can. "He died for that same reason. As our Chief, he allowed us to stay strong. We were never discovered, never put in danger. Not until one person decided he wasn't contented, decided to go out and kill innocent people. My father died to make sure we were not all prosecuted, to make sure only the guilty party was punished. And in turn, that same person killed him, just before his own death."
Tears well up in his eyes at the memory of his father falling to his knees, blood pouring from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. No one would've guessed Thomas would've cursed him...
"A-All of us..." He stops to clear his throat, then stands straight as he continues once more. "Now, all of us are safe. My father died so none of us had to. I can only hope I'd inherited even half of his bravery, strength, and honor. Together we grieve the loss of a great man, a grand leader. We are a family... And as such, I hope you can all accept me into my father's past role, as your Chief. I will spend each and every day doing my best to protect all of you.
Most of you have seen me grow up... From a troublemaker kid, to the one before you now. I know all of you by name, we've helped each other through school, or with cooking. Borrowed sugar or a book. We've had movie nights and bonfires... You all know that I will do everything in my power to someday be worthy of the position my birth says I'm to fill. So... If anyone has a problem with me inheriting the role of Chief in this family, please speak now."
He looks over everyone once more, and when none object, he smiles faintly. Tears still in his eyes as he nods over to the men holding torches. Not even a moment later they're thrown onto the pile of sticks and logs, atop which is a body lays still and wrapped in a white cloth. Destin watches as his father's body burns.
He listens to the sobs occasionally heard through the crowd, but otherwise it's silent. A tradition after a life is lost. The entire family sits a silent vigil for the night, surrounding the body of their departed loved one. One last official sign of respect.
And to make official his place in his father's forcibly vacated position, Destin pulls the knife from the tree stump 50 feet away from the flames. Then makes a slit across his palm and allows the blood to well up, before walking to the fire and allowing it to drip in. He then drops to his knees, the tears finally falling when he sits and watches his father's body burn. While most would likely be falling asleep within the next couple of hours, he would go by tradition, staying awake the entire night to bid a silent goodbye to the man who raised him.
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He takes in a breath, looking into as many eyes as he can. "He died for that same reason. As our Chief, he allowed us to stay strong. We were never discovered, never put in danger. Not until one person decided he wasn't contented, decided to go out and kill innocent people. My father died to make sure we were not all prosecuted, to make sure only the guilty party was punished. And in turn, that same person killed him, just before his own death."
Tears well up in his eyes at the memory of his father falling to his knees, blood pouring from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. No one would've guessed Thomas would've cursed him...
"A-All of us..." He stops to clear his throat, then stands straight as he continues once more. "Now, all of us are safe. My father died so none of us had to. I can only hope I'd inherited even half of his bravery, strength, and honor. Together we grieve the loss of a great man, a grand leader. We are a family... And as such, I hope you can all accept me into my father's past role, as your Chief. I will spend each and every day doing my best to protect all of you.
Most of you have seen me grow up... From a troublemaker kid, to the one before you now. I know all of you by name, we've helped each other through school, or with cooking. Borrowed sugar or a book. We've had movie nights and bonfires... You all know that I will do everything in my power to someday be worthy of the position my birth says I'm to fill. So... If anyone has a problem with me inheriting the role of Chief in this family, please speak now."
He looks over everyone once more, and when none object, he smiles faintly. Tears still in his eyes as he nods over to the men holding torches. Not even a moment later they're thrown onto the pile of sticks and logs, atop which is a body lays still and wrapped in a white cloth. Destin watches as his father's body burns.
He listens to the sobs occasionally heard through the crowd, but otherwise it's silent. A tradition after a life is lost. The entire family sits a silent vigil for the night, surrounding the body of their departed loved one. One last official sign of respect.
And to make official his place in his father's forcibly vacated position, Destin pulls the knife from the tree stump 50 feet away from the flames. Then makes a slit across his palm and allows the blood to well up, before walking to the fire and allowing it to drip in. He then drops to his knees, the tears finally falling when he sits and watches his father's body burn. While most would likely be falling asleep within the next couple of hours, he would go by tradition, staying awake the entire night to bid a silent goodbye to the man who raised him.
((You'll find the description and rules of this roleplay in the Overview tab.))
