Epistile

The Former Ilathdyn grinned at the sight of the parchment, wondering what trouble his Brother wished to cause now.

no!! don't call me out for being absolutely scared of nothing because i'm super strong and cool

really gonna miss you bro keep in touch

Upon entering the large room shared betwixt Kindrel and Ryunthur, the huntsman slowly crept over to the cradle he constructed prior to this moment. He gently placed the babe within the blankets he had spread out, the tiny infant sprawling around to become accustomed to where he was placed. Ryunthur watched for a few moments, slowly rocking his bed in order to get Ibram to fall asleep. Once he watched his eyes close, the Araaloq moved over to the bed. A tear began to roll down his cheek as he looked at the messy room, the fur pelts used to cover up on the cold nights slightly hanging off either sides of the bed. A hand reached beneath one of the small crevices of the bed frame. began to fumble with the locks of the chest he pulled from beneath, undoing each metallic latch keeping the top closed. Once opened, he reached inside to take out a bottle; Rum. Oh, how he missed the sweet taste of Rum on his lips. A replacement for the fresh hole left in him; A piece of him gone. His hands quickly moved to uncork the dark glass, throwing the wooden cap toward the wall. Ryunthur's head cocked back, his mouth placing itself against the lips of the bottle, consuming its contents. A few minutes pass by, and the bottle is empty. All the while he drank, tears continued to stream down from his face, his quiet sobs the only noise within their room. A melancholy feeling settled in over his body, sorrow now taking hold. She's dead. He told himself that the rum burning in his chest was a kiss goodnight, memories about the smoke tendrils whispering off her lips, how beautiful they were, like the aching arms of Wyvrun he wanted them to be. "I clung onto you so that something human might exist in this chaos."

this is well written. i love it! :-)

The Eye returned back to Saeval empty handed, the scrolls he was commanded to deliver no longer within the grasp of his cold digits.

The Eye gathered flowers from a nearby bush, bringing the bouquet back to his small hideaway underground. Around a piece of tattered cloth, the flowers were laid. The names “MOUTH & VOICE” carved into the stone above its resting spot.

The Huntsman held the missive within his hands, quickly crumbling up the parchment after digesting its contents. A frown came upon his face, the Araaloq's one beloved becoming subject to hunting by his brothers and sisters.

farewell nick u were pretty cool

hey chloe. you’re the strongest person i know and this step forward in your life is surely a good one for you. i’ll miss getting to play games with you, but you and i both know it’s best for you to make this decision. take care going forward. text me if you need anything

yess!!!!!!!! bestie

pog

lol

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