🐉 Tybalt 🐉

LORE:
cw // accusations of child murder

A letter from Rosvetta, Tybalts mother-

"Tybalt, my son, what has gotten into you? surely this is not the same boy your father and I have raised from birth. Do you think I do not know of your actions? I've see that look in your eyes, dark and furious. I beg of you to come clean and talk to me. You do not have to wash the blood off your paws alone. It will be only a matter of time before the public connects your visits into the woods and the missing children. Who is it that you speak to? Who is that you pray to? That owl - surely you must know who it recalls to."

- May 11th, 1732. spring. -

"Tybalt, listen to me. you are more than what your father says; taking care of the pups-- fodders or not- its a incredibly important job. you know that, and I know that. What he thinks does not matter. Tell me Tybalt, can you look into their eyes before you bleed them on the forest floor? does slumber still put you at ease? Can you still dream, my son?"

- August 8th, 1732. Summer -

"Tybalt, this is becoming out of hand. For whatever Dragon calls your name- Ignore. They would be nothing but false idols and that bird you carry is nothing more than a disguise. You must understand that there is nothing in this world that it can offer, that is better than what you already have. What is it that you wish for my son? Surely I can provide. But I can only fulfill that request if you talk to me."

- September 23rd, 1732. Summer -

"Tybalt, I demand your presence in the Castle at once. If you ignore this letter just like the last, I will send the Royal Guard to fetch you. Do you want me to make your father do such a thing? Quit action like a stubborn adolescent and go. I can only do so much for you my son but the moment that the people around town understand what you have been doing then the situation will be out of my hands. it would be better for the both of us if you wash your face and come with dignity, Or i will personally drag you all the way to court. This is you final chance, My son. --signed Rosvetta, your King, your Mother."

- December 14th, 1732. Winter -


~~~~~ and a Shakespeare version cause it would fit the timeline ~~~~~

"Tybalt, mine son, what hath gotten into thee? surely this is not the same knave thy father and I has't hath raised from birth. doth thee bethink I doth not knoweth of thy actions? I've see that behold in thy eyes, dark and furious. I beg of thee to cometh crisp and talk to me. thee doth not has't to wash the blood off thy paws alone. it wilt beest only a matter of time ere the public connects thy visits into the woods and the missing children. Who is t that thee speaketh to? Who is that thee pray to? That owl - surely thee must knoweth who it recalls to. "

- May 11th, 1732. spring. -

"Tybalt, listen to me. thee art more than what thy father sayeth; taking care of the pups-- fodders or not- its a incredibly important job. thee knoweth that, and I knoweth that. What that gent thinkest doest not matter. telleth me Tybalt, can thee behold into their eyes ere thee bleed those folk on the forest floor? doest slumber still putteth thee at ease? Can thee still dream, mine son? "

- August 8th, 1732. Summer -

"Tybalt, this is becoming out of handeth. For there's few or none will entertain it Dragon calleth thy name- Ignore. those gents would beest nothing but false idols and that bird thee carryeth is nothing more than a disguise. thee must understandeth that thither is nothing in this world that it can giveth, that is better than what thee already has't. What is t that thee wish for mine son? Surely I can provide. But I can only fulfill that request if 't be true thee talk to me. "

- September 23rd, 1732. Summer -

"Tybalt, I demand thy presence in the Castle at once. if 't be true thee ignore this letter just like the last, I wilt sendeth the Royal Guard to fetch thee. doth thee wanteth me to maketh thy father doth such a thing? Quit action like a stubborn adolescent and wend. I can only doth so much for thee mine son but the moment that the people around town understandeth what thee has't been doing then the situation wilt beest out of mine hands. t would beest better for the both of us if 't be true thee wash thy visage and cometh with dignity, Or i wilt personally drag thee all the way to court. This is thee final chance, mine son. --signed Rosvetta, thy King, thy Mother. "

- December 14th, 1732. Winter -