![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[Some time after the combat with both the Indalph and the Avian Empire, Skald and Archie had been working on something. When anyone asked, the answer was simply 'saying goodbye'. As you happen upon them sitting by a lake you start to have an understanding of what they were working on. At a close by shore was a small, cat sized boat with a bed of twigs and a small sheet of cloth. Sitting upon the boat was a makeshift stand in of a tuxedo cat - for there was no body to be found after the battle- and not too far was a crossbow, with a bolt that smelled faintly of oil. Skald's head was lowered, as was Archie's.]
This must be what the allied pilots must have felt when the Red Baron was finally shot down. He was an enemy, a formidable and terrifying one... but at the same time honorable and brave and worthy of respect. Farewell Socrates. You truly were worthy of the title 'Ace'.
My mentor. Though your heart was clouded with vengeance and grief I had never once forgotten your teachings and everything you have done for me. Without your guidance I would have been without purpose, without knowledge or skill... without ever knowing or discovering who I was or what I was meant to be. I thank you for everything that you have done... and wish you well in the here after.
[With that Skald got to his paws and gently pressed his head to the back of the boat, pushing it from the shore and into the water, ignoring the slight chill that seeped up his paws and the water that soaked into his fur... merely sitting in the shallows and letting the gentle ebb and flow of the water brush at him as the boat began its journey. Archie, who watching as it left soon lit the bolt and let it fly. They watched silently as a distant fire began to rise, smoke trailing a path to the now distant funeral barge.]
Through bitter cold, our hearts still remain strong.
Through raging winds, our will shall be as stone.
Though we shall fall, as wheat to the scythe.
We know that glory, and joy eternal.
In the next life, shall be our reward.
[Skald lowers his head once more.]
Goodbye Socrates. May the Valkyries return you to our father's side.
This must be what the allied pilots must have felt when the Red Baron was finally shot down. He was an enemy, a formidable and terrifying one... but at the same time honorable and brave and worthy of respect. Farewell Socrates. You truly were worthy of the title 'Ace'.
My mentor. Though your heart was clouded with vengeance and grief I had never once forgotten your teachings and everything you have done for me. Without your guidance I would have been without purpose, without knowledge or skill... without ever knowing or discovering who I was or what I was meant to be. I thank you for everything that you have done... and wish you well in the here after.
[With that Skald got to his paws and gently pressed his head to the back of the boat, pushing it from the shore and into the water, ignoring the slight chill that seeped up his paws and the water that soaked into his fur... merely sitting in the shallows and letting the gentle ebb and flow of the water brush at him as the boat began its journey. Archie, who watching as it left soon lit the bolt and let it fly. They watched silently as a distant fire began to rise, smoke trailing a path to the now distant funeral barge.]
Through bitter cold, our hearts still remain strong.
Through raging winds, our will shall be as stone.
Though we shall fall, as wheat to the scythe.
We know that glory, and joy eternal.
In the next life, shall be our reward.
[Skald lowers his head once more.]
Goodbye Socrates. May the Valkyries return you to our father's side.
From:
no subject
I doubt anyone would mind to have more cats around.
From:
no subject
But they would require a leader to keep them focused and disciplined. Surely you remember how they had acted during the interrogation process?
Even individual teams without have a chance of fracturing. CLAW only managed to remain a force as it was because of Socrates.
From:
no subject