Magnanimous
Xotufexo had to say, if anyone could be the epitome of kindness, it would be Alstromerea.
As forsaken, it was only natural to feel as if the new life given to them was more of a burden than anything else. He knew he in particular struggled at times with the loss of normalcy, his bones showing through thin skin that decayed and frayed at the edges. His eyes no longer blue, but a glowing yellow that proved his undeath. In his early unlife, he had been angry, full of rage. He didn't ask for this life. He hadn't asked to be raised from death. But the Banshee queen was kind. She'd offered him a place in her city, a place where he could be amongst others just like him.
All he'd wanted was to pick up his bow and hunt again. The thrill of being the predator, not the prey. That was what he wanted.
It was easy to find his grave, where he'd been buried. His bow lain next to where his body had been. Still in good condition, he dusted it off, testing the string, deciding that it needed to be replaced. He pulled out his quiver, all the arrows still intact, and went off to tame a new creature.
Months later, he'd run into her. She was young when she died, he'd known that much. She was smaller, more frail looking than many other forsaken. Her face was untouched by death, though sallow and gaunt, and her shining eyes betrayed her undeath. Her hair was lengthy, and cut to frame her face. She was lovely, and he felt that he'd never seen such a woman even in life.
Alstromerea was not just lovely. She cared about everyone, and everything. She took care of the more decrepit forsaken, and healed many that came wounded from battle, or broken from decay. He always paid close attention to her face, because she seemed to exude some sight of peace, which he felt like transferred to him while he watched her.
What he found strange was how she did it. She was a priest, and innately, as such, was already kind and helpful. But she was a holy priest, and that in itself was a mystery.
It was well known amoung the forsaken that the light burned. So forsaken were they, that instead of a soothing heal that could mend them, it was more like a cauterizing brand. But, it was even worse for the caster, whom it was rumored to have the effects of causing intense, excrutiating pain, in addition to making undeath... more obvious.
He wasn't sure, but he suspected Alstormerea had felt that pain more than anyone else.
But she never changed her ways, and she always remained kind.
He envied her humility, and her kindness. He was very fond of her for it.
And when she smiled at him gently, asking him how his day was, He could almost feel his dead heart flutter.
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Alrighty! I think I'm done with these for tonight. But I've got quite a few up! So! Here we have Alstromerea, Forsaken Holy Priest, and Xotufexo, Forsaken Hunter. Enjoy!