Grian Oneshots

157 ~ The Names In Stone

Grian is a Shapeshifter Watcher, but rarely uses it.
~ Like all Shift Watchers, his wings can extend to roughly 35ft in length, each.
~ Because hes a powerful and high ranking one, his magic is much stronger then an admins.
~ His wings are gold, to white, then to purple at the very tips. The gold signifies his past as a player, though it's a darker gold, meaning he has killed before in his player life. The white signifies he was transformed to a Watcher, and was a powerful one. And the Purple signifies his rank in the Watcher Realm. It has a slight blue tint to the purple, making it known he was a Shifter before an Heir to the thrown of the Watcher Realm.

Ranks - Rank color

Prime Watchers - Dark Purple
Heirs - Purple
Shifters (Realm, Time, Shapeshifters, etc.) - Violet
Guards - Blue
Scholars - Light Blue
Scientists - Green
Healers - Yellow
Spies - Orange
Warriors - Red
Trainies - Pink

Ships:
Taurian (Taurtis x Grian)

TW: Death;

~

Grian had taken a walk to relax, letting his wings spread out behind him as he did so. The cold artic biome was perfect for doing so. After all, no one would come here without needing to.

He glanced at his wings. The diluted gold at the tops of his wings made him shiver. His wings slightly drooped at the thought of the players he'd killed. Or the ones he blamed on himself, though he never actually pulled the trigger.

He stopped in his tracks as he scanned the horizon. No one would come out here without reason. Perhaps Stress and Iskall, maybe Jevin or Wels, but what would the chances be that they found it?

Grian checked his inventory, before smiling softly to himself. He quickly pulled the stone out, and began placing it. Grian began carving into the slabs of stone with his sword, carving names.

38 names.

All of which had once looked to him for help. And now they were dead. His hands grazed over the one name he'd hated carving the most.

"...I love you, Taurtis..." Grian muttered.

Except he knew Taurtis couldn't hear him. He had been dead for the longest of anyone on this list, and the Watchers had used it against him. His want to see Taurtis again, became the reason Grian even joined. Grian shook himself from those thoughts.

"No, I'm not doing this again." Grian scolded himself. "Taurtis is dead."

...

"Are you certain this place has been untouched, Jev?" Wels asked. "This seems like newer chunks to me."

"Well I found it, so yeah!" Jevin said dragging Wels behind him.

"I find it strange that theres human footprints in the fresh snow, though." Iskall said, pointing at the footprints.

Jevin stopped in suprise, and in turn, Wells did.

"That's weird." Jevin said. "I only ever flew over the biome..."

"Then someone found it before you?" Iskall suggested, mostly teasing.

"No... Xisuma told me these chunks were unloaded, so I loaded them for him." Jevin said. "Someone probably found it after me."

The three stared around the biome, looking for any sign of the other Hermits around. They saw someone fly up, with Avian wings, before taking off to the south.

"...Theres an Avian on the server?" Iskall asked, confused.

"Why would they hide themselves? They know we don't care, right?" Jevin said.