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    Athri Belrose | Roshia Avandi | Petrysa Ludovar
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    Just some elves and a human

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  1. Hey! You know I talked to you about this yesterday, though I really didn’t mean for you to do this, since it’s not the best way, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  2. The soul of a seemingly young Kharajyr, a Cheetrah, waited for her brother to join her, sorrow on her face as she waited. “Per’ta... please come to this one. Please.” She said this to herself with a thick accent, and having been alone for a while at this point. “Please… she can’t bear to be alone.” The Leparda, having killed herself when she was young, only in her twenties, cried out for comfort. She had come to terms with her death, that she herself caused, yet still longed to be around someone, anyone. “Muuna… she regrets this.” She, meaning herself. The spirit regretted taking her own life, her judgment having been clouded during the end of her life. Especially with having been an addict in life, and a gambler. “This one regrets it all… she wishes she could take it back.” Tears welled up in her eyes, as she sat alone, in whatever vast ethereal plane she now spent her time at. “...She just doesn’t want to be alone anymore!” Pep sobbed to herself. “She just wishes to go back, to have more time! Say sorry to her muuna! Onyx! Everyone she knew! Please!” The spirit pleaded, tears dripping down into her hands, with nobody to comfort her in a time of distress. … The soul of the Kha eventually calmed, then said to the emptiness around; “One day, she will come back to make amends.” “One day...” Pep Leparda stood up, beginning to do what she usually would, trudging around the emptiness that surrounded her, sorrowful, but hoping one day... she may be able to see those she loves once more.
  3. Pep Leparda awaited her brothers arrival... wherever she was. He never arrived, but a heartbroken Pep would continue to wait and wait...
  4. Athri Belrose read the letter left for her, rereading it over and over. “Oh. Fun. Vandalized my f*ckin’ house, then kills himself, and leaves me with a kid.” She looked over at the small dark elf girl, still trying to figure out how to take care of her. “Though, guess he wasn’t too bad, better than someone else getting too him first.” She moved over showed the letter to her friend, Isabella.
  5. Once more the Grotto gathers to celebrate literally nothing! We need no reason to party, just because we can! All citizens of Arcas are welcomed in this sad, stressful time to come enjoy a drink or two in the tropical paradise that is Talon's Grotto. Cheap food and drink for all those who attend. ((OOC Time: 9/12, at 3PM)) Attached is a map to the Grotto! ((Just head towards Siramenor, there should be a path that leads to a ferry!))
  6. Roshia Avandi, a young ‘Aheral, took a glance at the missive. “Huh. Maybe I’ll ask about that, havn’t heard of that happening. Though not like I can avoid it, since I live there.” She began rambling on and on, eventually going on about her day as she was.
  7. What about half snelves and all that jazz, how exactly would that work?
  8. Athri groaned, and then facepalmed, as one would. “I’m not even looking for anybody. But okay.” She went back on with her day, probably to try to forget about this awkward event she has to deal with now.
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