You never see the world rightly until you’ve watched yours fall apart.

Murder sauntered through the pines aimlessly, his cloven hooves leaving their stains in the moist and impressionable summer soil. If one truly looked they would discover their identical prints blemishing the terrain throughout the entirety of this damnable domain dubbed Helovia. He was lost, in more ways than one. It had been months since Murder had felt the company of his beloved kin, an absence which was recognized in every fiber of his being. Until he’d arrived in Helovia Murder hadn’t gone a solitary day in his thirteen year existence without his plumed brethren. That fortune had been shattered upon passing the borders of this realm where Murder would close his eyes only to awaken to the nightmare of his desolation.

The abduction of his crows had altered Murder into a peculiar behemoth. Having once been a logical and benevolent creature he had slowly dissolved into an ireful old brute, irascible and dejected. Even his prominent vermillion chasms appeared to have forsaken their luster. There was an emptiness to his pools, a yearning in their depths. His form was enclosed in mire and stolen life, his dreads were matted with terracotta and other earthen debris. Murder was the epitome of a soul in turmoil. His exterior reflected his inner chaos and anguish unequivocally; he was a wretched spectacle to be seen. Murder was reaching his limits for a certainty, his bones and heart ached and he had begun to have morbid contemplations. Infinite repose seemed so very inviting.

As these considerations pirouetted within Murders melancholy mind again he glanced around the woodland absently. Murder had journeyed here previously, of this he was positive, yet strangely on this occasion it seemed different, more vacant. It was evident there were still inhabitants within the expanse, which was revealed through the melody that resonated around the forest, though it seemed inferior to its former glory. The call of the fowls in the trees were ever playing with Murder’s head, depositing a nostalgic nausea within his morose belly. Auspiciously before the breakdown could once again commence a streak of alabaster stirred in Murder’s peripheral vision and he rotated his cerulean crania to observe the apparition. He was greeted with a familiar sight. The pearlescent femme whom he had attributed to the embezzlement of his cohorts upon their first encounter glided within the shadows of the trees like a dancer, exquisite as always.

Ophelia…

There was a constriction in Murder’s chest as he watched her mutely. She had said she would aid him in his quest but she had deserted him and though a trifling hint of resentment surged through his muscular physique it was hastily eclipsed by hope. When Ophelia paused at the pond Murder understood that as his opportunity to approach her. Swiftly he strode forward deliberating if she would even recognize him and if her offer of assistance would still be attainable. He coveted companionship more than ever before. Converging on Ophelia from the flank as to not startle her Murder kept his distance and studied her. After a moment of silence his jaws parted and his voice, forlorn and languid, broke the tranquility.

“Hello Ophelia…”

{ ooc: Oh my god...ew. I'm sorry, hopefully the next one will be better darlin' <3 }