O' Yonder, you once wandered.

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Life is a long road full of hardship, the one known as Poppy O' Yonder O' the Bronzeleif had wandered for decades. Sent out by her clan to bring back knowledge, wealth and anything else they could carry. Despite all odds, she managed it, decades from now her clan would prosper and thrive, while Poppy had served underneath Asphodel, spread the faith of Galamea, Aeserheim as they liked to remember it throughout her people.

What is most remembered?

Is the first human that the Bronzeleif ever knew. A woman by the name of Kali Agana, met by chance as a captive of Asphodel, this was the woman that showed Poppy the only happiness she's ever felt in her life besides when she was with her loyal dog. Venerated and idolized by her people, seen as far more than just a person, rather an ideal as one of the only spirit-attuned to live up to, Poppy was never supposed to marry another woman, was never supposed to feel the way she did. Yet it was a whirlwind between two people, between a feline and just a woman of Osrona.

Love bloomed, between a feline alone and crushed by the weight of expectations and a failure of a vampire hunter. Through thick and thin, through the fall of Asphodel, to Osrona declaring her beloved Kali a traitor. It had seemed like they had made it through, a full decade of nurturing the newest generation of the bronzeleif, of being beloved sources of wisdom, Poppy forced her clan to accept her beloved.

It all came crumbling down at the age of seventy and seventy-one for Kali & Poppy, in the year 1898 Ac. Kali Agana, the traitor of Osrona, a woman Poppy declared the innocence of to the bitter end marched into Osrona hoping to relieve her beloved of the worries of them being hunted. To no longer live in fear everyday of Poppy's happiness being stolen from her, of Kali's life being stolen from her.

Poppy had every right to fear, they were both stricken down in the marketplace, a midnight pitch as black with the stars turning their gaze away from the horrors in the marketplace that day. Poppy and Kali died, close together, holding each-other and joined Poppy's ancestors in the spirit-world, their guidance indispensable in life, now to be given in death through a whispered word, through their voice amongst a chorus of Poppy's ancestors.

Two amongst it, two wise old ladies, who'd guide future generations long after their deaths, guide a fledgling clan of only a few thousand into a burgeoning successful city of felinae, giving praise to the fae and praise to Poppy and Kali and all those who had given. They pass from this world, with many mourning their passing and ready to receive whatever wisdom they deign to grant.