hemomancy

One girl rolled her eyes; a daughter of Owyn. "I think I'll choose to stay mad." Esther grumbled, a hand resting on her cheek.

The younger, other Esther de Ravensburg idly nodded.

Esther de Ravensburg sighed as her father shouted, a slight glare in her eye for such loud noises. Nonetheless, she loudly shouted back; "AVE SEDAN! AVE BALIAN!" - Just to return to her studies right after.

A child, one far too young to be reading such things as this; she must've grabbed such from a lone pole. "What will they do? They am going to be mad. Ea will watch.. vy will too, Lettie." She spoke to her little pet, stroking the white-furred rat that sat on her shoulder. Dariya went on her merry way, the missive crumped within both her hands to be used as a piece of kindling for her own use later.

She remembered nothing; nothing at all. Her head hurt. She felt as if she weren't completely there. The snow that flurried around her was almost painful. White flashes of light in her eyes, while the chilled wind felt nearly deafening. She tucked down, crouching into a small ball among the snow-packed ground. Her arms were covering her head; tears dripped down her face. Blood covered her small hands. On the ground in front of her was but a small thing. A rat- cold and unmoving. "Sergei?" "Sergei ea need vy." "Sergei please." This girl cried out. She knew naught of what happened. Her dear pet on the ground, blood around him. It soaked into the snow, leaving behind a crimson puddle. He’d been crushed. He’d been ripped apart. He'd met a cruel fate. Yet how was that? Her memories were fuzzy; like she'd been watching from elsewhere. "Mamej?" She called put, and met only with the ice. "Papej?" She called out, and met with only wind. "Ami?" She called out, and met with only silence. “Aunty?” She called out, and met with only the snow. … 'I'm szam." "I'm very szam." She began speaking to no one, her body still huddled into nothing but a ball. Flecks of snow began to cover her back and head, yet she took no notice. "But niet vy." "Ea will niet be szam to vy." “Ea can niet be szam to vy.” Her words were quiet. Whispered only so she herself could hear. Yet that was all she needed. The others laughed at her. The others cried with her. They felt everything she both did and did not feel. … She fell silent. Her tears ceased. She stood, some of those flecks of snow fell from her person. She trudged over to the body of her pet, her scarf being removed while she walked. Crouching down, she wrapped the poor creature in the red cloth, holding him to her chest. “Ea will miss vy, Sergei.” The girl began to head home; she did not yet know which she would go to, but that her legs moved with no thought as she walked amongst the frost.

A girl with wine-red eyes began to slowly fall more and more quiet; the young thing was confused, and her only solace were the old and worn tomes she often kept with her, eyes glossing over page after page in the vain attempt to ignore all else. She questioned, and she thought: Where had her family gone?

"Or-dak" Mumbled one little girl, eyes passing over the missive she could actually read. "Ea vill try this..."

GrowingIvy GrowingIvy#4162 18

Welcome to the real world brother

METEOR YOU MADLAD

Alas, alas, the time has come! Freedom! I’m sure my poems will not be missed, and I’m sure my leading of various places at various times have been less than memorable. But! Some of you at least, I do like. And I can only hope that maybe I'll start getting some dm’s from people, besides whenever they need something from me. Honestly, it’s been a long time a’coming. From the days of Darrowmere to the nights of Vortice, to my little times with my tailor shops in-between. I’ve had fun! And also, not had fun. This server is stressful, and I've got other things to handle besides this! Other servers, a job, school, and soon, college applications. But I’ve had good memories, so I cannot just leave without a proper goodbye! I wish I could name off all those that have made it memorable, but there’s far too many. As well, I can only think of those that made it memorable for bad reasons- they know who they are, I’m sure. And now, Athri’s off to far lands. Mirabella’s off writing. Cin’s off napping with the flowers. Valentina’s off baking. Pep is off in a corner, unseen. Myan’s off drinking. Kylah’s off watching her family from afar. Aimee’s off wandering. Roshia’s off developing her wares. And Frosya, why she’s off playing in the snow. These are just some of the characters that I’ve played, through good and bad. And now, they all have their rest. <3, neobambino neoroseo neopolatin Or, just Ivy.

The Rabbit stood, a look on her face. A look of thought, one might think. A former Monarch and leader herself, the Onfroi mused; "I wish I could go back to the way things were when I was young... how I loved those days." Were the words she spoke. "Now, perhaps it is time I finally get to having that tea we had spoken of." And off she went, to write a letter.

The young Valentina Bojo at once began to harass her father about attending, hoping nothing else would arise! "Pa! I wanna make them a cake! Or cookies! Or pie!" The girl squeaked, naming all the goods she could think of.

“Oft like a colosseum, people are built brick by brick. Oft like a colosseum, those bricks may crumble. One simple brick will cause the fall. One simple brick may not be of importance, but compared to man, it is everything. Like crows looming over the plagued, the brick awaits it’s pull. And tumble-down they go, no hurdles stopping their descent. The other bricks are deprived of support, bumbling along with no guidance. Jostled and cracked; they break.” The rough cacophonous scratching of a metal to paper was heard from unknown chambers, words freshly written in the color of deep crimson. Upon drying was the ink of a simple brown color, that of which reeked of rust. Low-lying was the writer; a woman of both secrecy yet renown. These oracular words left much to be deciphered, for their mistress shall prowl- waiting for the whispers of the curious and keen. The murmurs of those who question with no answers. The answers seeked are jailed; locked away in the prison of one’s mind. Chills wrack the white blanketed domain, that same rough scratching accompanying it. For there a Princess of Winter plagued herself with work.

A sister, a Princess of Winter, grinned wildly with a sharp smile. Off she went, gathering all the paper and quills she could, yet; no ink.

Auriane du Lauzon recalls being stopped and asked about the man... alas, she knew nothing.

Yes And strawberry lemonade sugar cookies

because im better than you duh also probably because you disappeared

im sad because i burnt cookies that would've been for my coworkers and need something to take my mind off it. AMA lol

why are you like this

A grin spread across a certain elven woman's face. "Rot." Hissed out the old Rabbit, recalling much from the past she had disconnected herself from. Alas, Athri Onfroi continued with her day.

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