Goodbye Kythra
On my latest Friday night stream for art, I was asked by a commissioner to draw up a bat girl in a hospital looking happy. The player was in a hospital, alone, yet not as she always had her friends online to see her through. Never stopping to help others, giving a shoulder to cry on, punch in the arm to get your crap together, a sister to everyone in need when you needed it most. She had her own demons to fight, but didn't bring those up and it was quite a surprise to find out she was in the hospital and not in good shape. But she still was reaching out, commenting, saying hello, bringing joy and happiness to those around her.
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51598240/
Today, three days later, I learned her time on earth had ended.
kythra had passed earlier in the day, April 3rd, 2023. Ironic that she even commented on the art of her. It was her last.
I can think of no better tribute that I can do or say than this piece. Yes, I teared up while doing it. Sometimes those feelings get through all your barriers and find their way to the art piece you are working on. I feel no shame, but instead I feel happiness. I regret not knowing this little bat better while she was around, but I am honored she did share what time she had.
Fly free, little bat. Your work isn't done.
Fly free.
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51598240/
Today, three days later, I learned her time on earth had ended.
kythra had passed earlier in the day, April 3rd, 2023. Ironic that she even commented on the art of her. It was her last.I can think of no better tribute that I can do or say than this piece. Yes, I teared up while doing it. Sometimes those feelings get through all your barriers and find their way to the art piece you are working on. I feel no shame, but instead I feel happiness. I regret not knowing this little bat better while she was around, but I am honored she did share what time she had.
Fly free, little bat. Your work isn't done.
Fly free.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Bat
Size 1600 x 2000px
File Size 1.44 MB
I am the one who commissioned that last artwork of her. I would have been tempted to commission a piece with her dead and me crying at her bedside. I dunno if Flinters would draw such a thing. This makes me cry because I was close to the little bat. it will be weeks before I am able to not break out in tears.
The death of anyone in our furry family always saddens me.
This is really a great tribute and so touching.
I dunno how to see death as a freedom, except like you say, from pain and suffering.
I cant imagine what it must be like to be a survivor, someone that knows another who passed away and Ive lost so many good family and friends of my own.
I miss them terribly during these times when I read about another passing beyond.
Especially when its so inevitable, you know death is coming and theres nothing you can do about it.
I hope her last thoughts on Earth was that she knew she wasnt really alone, and I hope someone in the physical world, not the online one, was with her the whole time somehow.
Bringing happiness should be everyone's life pursuit...and it should never end.
This is really a great tribute and so touching.
I dunno how to see death as a freedom, except like you say, from pain and suffering.
I cant imagine what it must be like to be a survivor, someone that knows another who passed away and Ive lost so many good family and friends of my own.
I miss them terribly during these times when I read about another passing beyond.
Especially when its so inevitable, you know death is coming and theres nothing you can do about it.
I hope her last thoughts on Earth was that she knew she wasnt really alone, and I hope someone in the physical world, not the online one, was with her the whole time somehow.
Bringing happiness should be everyone's life pursuit...and it should never end.
Into the moonlight the little bat goes... her mortal shell and all its' troubles, pains and worries left behind as the night embraces her. The stars light her way and the moon itself a beacon of welcome in the curtain of night as she leaves behind both friends and loved ones, but I am sure she would not wish any of them to grieve with her passing....
Those who knew her and were close to her; to them she leaves happy memories and all the warmth she could give while she was among us. She left tears of joy and laughter when she had it to share, and she shared so freely that even those among others who were sad, always felt less so when she helped to bring their spirits up.
Into the night sky from this world into the next... here your shell will rest and be remembered, but in the heavens other things will touch you.. and they will give you more chances to do what your heart always did best;
Fill others with kindness and with love. These gifts you will continue to share to others beyond the veil.. And they will welcome you with open arms; of this have no fear little one...
You will be missed, yes, but your memory will also be loved.
Those who knew her and were close to her; to them she leaves happy memories and all the warmth she could give while she was among us. She left tears of joy and laughter when she had it to share, and she shared so freely that even those among others who were sad, always felt less so when she helped to bring their spirits up.
Into the night sky from this world into the next... here your shell will rest and be remembered, but in the heavens other things will touch you.. and they will give you more chances to do what your heart always did best;
Fill others with kindness and with love. These gifts you will continue to share to others beyond the veil.. And they will welcome you with open arms; of this have no fear little one...
You will be missed, yes, but your memory will also be loved.
It's always sad when someone has to go. Especially when it's someone as nice as this person seemed to have been. I never knew them, and it seems like I missed out on something great.
To paraphrase the Havamal, friends die, animals die, and one day you will die as well. But one thing that lives on is how you are remembered. This person seems to have lived a life worth emulating.
To paraphrase the Havamal, friends die, animals die, and one day you will die as well. But one thing that lives on is how you are remembered. This person seems to have lived a life worth emulating.
I remember her from several places in FurryMUCK, like DonQuixote's Cyberpunk/netrunner based cafe.
But mostly from her being in AltarSkunks place where she would do a DND / Spelljammer sessions that we played years ago with a big group of people ( AltarSkunk or her being the GM/DM's)
She was fun to be with and she made me feel happy, I will miss her a lot.
R.I.P. Keesha, kythra.
But mostly from her being in AltarSkunks place where she would do a DND / Spelljammer sessions that we played years ago with a big group of people ( AltarSkunk or her being the GM/DM's)
She was fun to be with and she made me feel happy, I will miss her a lot.
R.I.P. Keesha, kythra.
I just learned about Kythra's passing today. Boy, it hurts.
I'm a fan of her writings, particularly the Godlings series. That one really struck a chord with me. Unfortunately, I hadn't spoken to her in a couple years, and saw she had moved on to other projects. I don't check in very often, and didn't know anything had happened until I checked her page.
There is a quote in the D&D sourcebook Xanathar's Guide to Everything that made me think of her every time I saw it since it came out: "Why do so many celestial things have bird wings and infernal things have bat wings? It seems arbitrary. There should be a bat angel!"
I wish I'd had the chance to know her better. I'm glad that she had good friends to be with, and to carry on her memory.
Goodbye, Kythra. You are missed.
I'm a fan of her writings, particularly the Godlings series. That one really struck a chord with me. Unfortunately, I hadn't spoken to her in a couple years, and saw she had moved on to other projects. I don't check in very often, and didn't know anything had happened until I checked her page.
There is a quote in the D&D sourcebook Xanathar's Guide to Everything that made me think of her every time I saw it since it came out: "Why do so many celestial things have bird wings and infernal things have bat wings? It seems arbitrary. There should be a bat angel!"
I wish I'd had the chance to know her better. I'm glad that she had good friends to be with, and to carry on her memory.
Goodbye, Kythra. You are missed.
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