Solomon Wreath had no intent on dying that day. In fact, his intensions were the exact opposite. After all, it was such a beautiful day- the clouds were grey smears on the equally grey sky and the rain had forced all sensible people indoors. But, Solomon didn't feel sensible today; so he went for a walk. Without an umbrella: which he soon realised was a very bad mistake, especially wearing the coat that he did.
America wasn't really known for its beautiful forests, unless it was hunting season, but Solomon found a peace amongst those trees that others seldom experienced. He'd never really minded being on his own; actually, he'd often thought of himself as a lone wolf, roaming through life with careful paws and a powerful bite. Of course, since Valkyrie Cain had gone mildly….. insane, Solomon had been treading more cautiously than ever- it was common knowledge that Valkyrie Cain and Darquesse had always been one the same.
He almost felt sorry for her- trapped inside her own mind by an imposter- however, that was not the case for the skeleton detective. Solomon was rather hoping Pleasant was in pain; after all, it was probably his fault Valkyrie was a monster.
Birds didn't sing in the part of the woods he was going to. There, mists clung to the black, icy lake and the only thing that ever hung around were the people whom had jumped from a leafless tree with a rope around their necks. It gave the place a sense of finality- and made Solomon truly appreciate the inability to evade death. He just never expected to find himself dangling from a branch.
Then again, he'd never thought much of his own death at all. It was something most necromancers tried to avoid; after all, death could give you immense power, or take away everything you ever had. If he had to go in any way, he had always wanted to join the stream in battle. If he'd been a true warrior though, Solomon would have heard the sword being drawn from its scabbard at Tanith's hip.
"I had trouble finding you, Mister Wreath." Tanith smiled sweetly as he whipped around to see her loosely playing with the sword in her hand. "I don't want any difficulties, Miss Low." Solomon discreetly swallowed a lump forming in his throat, fumbling for the cane hitched on his belt to no avail. The knot was too tight. "I trust you had a good trip over from Ireland?" She shrugged, her muscled body tensing and relaxing in one languid movement- like a cat- no. A snake; all coils and venom, ready to strike at any moment.
Tanith straightened out her waistcoat. "I don't particular enjoy flights in which the American sanctuary sends agents to kill me. Of course, they failed." The smile she gave Solomon this time was laced with serpentine charm. Going in for the first blow. "I'm sorry to hear that," He didn't mention, however, what part he was sorry about "You know, I've lived quite a nice life until now. Tranquil. Uneventful. Simplistic. I was enjoying it- so perhaps if you could just leave… I'd consider it a personal favour."
She honestly seemed to think about his offer, but only for a brief minute. "I'm afraid I can't do that," Tanith shook her head sadly, circling him "you see, when Darquesse comes- and she will- she has to be isolated. No friends to bring Valkyrie back. The only solution to that problem is to, well, get rid of her little buddies."
Somehow, Solomon got his shaking legs to move, and soon he was running. He couldn't beat Tanith, but he also knew that fleeing wouldn't work either. Only he realised that last part a bit too late, because Billy- Ray Sanguine had stuck his hands out from the ground and clawed at Wreath's legs, trapping him. Tanith approached him. "I hope you understand, Solomon. It'd really be helpful if you could just die now….. I'd consider it a personal favour." The sword pierced his heart a little to the left of the aorta. Blood, hot and crimson, spurted from his chest and he knew he wasn't going to last long.
Tanith Low smiled as the light left Solomon's eyes.