Another Warrior Departs [Nexus OPEN POST]

[sonof_mogh]

She was dead. They killed her. He killed her. Murdered by the hands of the Dominion. Or, to be precise, Gul-Dukat. He was a traitor to his own people as well as everyone he ever knew. A mind warped by the Pah-wraiths and the need to destroy the Bajorans and their Emissary, Sisko. Jadzia had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Worf let out an almighty roar of anguish, pain and sorrow. It was a deafening noise that reverberated throughout his Nexus apartment, while his head was snapped back, teeth bared and eyes wet with tears. Did Klingons cry? Oh, they most certainly did when one of their mates was murdered without honour by a coward Cardassian. His apartment lay in ruins, all of his nearest possessions scattered on the floor in disarray. A mirror smashed in his bathroom and his bed sheets ripped up in fierce, primal anger. Feathers from his pillow strewn about the floor.

He was a mess.

Clutched in his hand was one of his Mek'leth knives, intent on being thrust into Dukat's cold Cardassian heart for what he did to his mate; his wife. Jadzia Dax. His Jadzia. The emotion was just too strong to bare as he sunk to his knees and roared again; a pitiful wail of grief. He was alone. The knife dropping to the floor in useless abandon as he could not find the energy to use the PINpoint and seek out revenge back on DS9. He just wanted to mourn her in the Klingon way. A new warrior departing for the Klingon after life, Sto'vo'kor.

No doubt the wailing and roaring would awake other Nexus residents since it is now early evening and Worf had pretty much been screaming for hours.

Comments

[sonof_mogh]

Worf joined Tommy in wailing, although the Klingon's wailing was more of a gruff cry than the high pitched tone of the Anthean. Either way, most who lived close by would hear both men engaged in the wailing ritual of grief. It was a sight to behold if anyone actually walked into Worf's smashed up apartment. Coming down, Worf growled and punched the wall. Hard. Splinters of wood ended up buried in his hand but it he felt no pain. Another hole in his apartment's wall.

"Your scream---it felt good to hear. I feel your pain, Thomas. We may grieve together in our loss."

[iamjustvisiting]

"Felt your pain before I arrived." Tommy tells the other man. He isn't prone to these sorts of outbursts but he had them when he felt isolated. "How else do you grieve beyond cries of pain."

[sonof_mogh]

"You did?"

A telepath. Of course. Or empath. Either way, Worf wasn't in the mood to discuss which since he wasn't in the right mind to talk technical about anything. He was pissed off and angry. Emotional and unstable. As for what Thomas was asking of him, Worf sighed and sat on his bed, slumping onto it.

"By defeating my enemies in bloody combat. Rendering them useless with my blade piercing their heart or cutting off their cowardly head."

The words came out sharp, angry. As if he were directed them straight towards the bastard who killed his mate. Who killed Jadzia.

[iamjustvisiting]

"Yes."

Tommy swallowed hard at the discussion of so much violence but he understood the desire to be violent.

"I hope you're successful when you are in a better mind." He never wanted to cause violence but another species, like humans, were violent.