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Word spreads fast in times of strife, that was no different for Meredith. Only a numbness was felt as she heard the news, yet behind closed doors she wept. Those she had thought would live much longer than her were dropping like flies. The pain was heavy, for she remembered old days with tea and bear-hugs, now all that is left is bloody tears and hollow hearts. "Rest well...mo chara." She utters to the wind.

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There was quiet in the Horisp home. The missive had been brought to Talons, and now golden armored fingers gripped the paper tight. There was a look of grief on the woman's face, and she couldn't help the shaking in her hands as she took shakey breaths. Kallian was once a dear friend of hers, and to hear of his death struck her deeper than any knife. "I pray...you have found peace...mo chara."

A gentle bump was given to the half-orc's head with the woman's own, and the ginger lass would sigh as she says, "We will never let that happen to our wee one, I promise that much mo ghra." She would then watch the small interaction between her half-orc partner, and the grandchild of the Sarosa family. The tall woman soon joining in on the hug as she gives a gentle squeeze to them both.

The Fall of Kind Hands & A Strong Soul Listen for Added effect The day had been like any other, and yet, the snowy hills seemed restless as the winds twisted and turned dark dreadlocks in their wake. The bear cloak, which laid upon green shoulders, was nearly snatched by such winds, yet golden eyes kept searching for their prize. The axe in hand glittered in what sunlight was seen, and the grip was only made tighter as dark shadows were brought forward. There was more than what was expected, yet the form of an orc stood tall and ready. The tall shadows in the snowstorm surrounded the orc, and snarls of wolf-like nature cut their way past the screaming of the wind in her ears. The feorc would return the snarling with her own, and as the bear claw around her neck swayed with the wind, she would take strength from such and watched as the shadows moved closer. One after the other, each form would charge, and the feorc would swing her axe. These creatures were bigger than any bear she had fought, yet they were familiar foes she had faced a time long ago. With heavy breaths, and her strength waning, the snow would be stained with blood. The crimson stains a sign of the orc's resistance as she kept swinging. There were too many however, and as she missed one more swing, old scars would be reopened, and the feorc would fall to her knees. With no help in sight, all the feorc could do was try and stand once more. With the axe as her support, golden eyes would stare upon the leather braided ring; with silver that laced with it. The wedding ring her mate had given her. With her other soon raising to grasp at the bear claw she had with the engravings of her old mate's name. The feorc would find strength once more to stand and keep on fighting. Memories of old, with thoughts of those she had cared for and cherished, ran through her head. She pushed to fight, and to live for them. The flash of a small goblin cook, the flash of an old, blue, rex; the flash of a grey orc with red eyes, the flash of a half-breed orc, a shaman, and the flash of Krugmar. The flash of Elysium, with a Duke, a wood elf with gold eyes, and a wood elf with green, and the flash of small kubs. All of this, had kept the feorc fighting, and yet.... It wasn't enough. The splatter of blood and a groan was made from the feorc, before she would fall back down to her knees. A hand would raise to her open stomach, and with blood spilt, the figures would depart. Bruised and battered is how the feorc was left, and deep wounds would send her form gently falling to the snow. The white, cold, yet soft, feeling underneath herself was soon drenched in a deep crimson red. A cough would be heard, and as her bloodied axe lay beside her, she would let these memories of old start to consume her. Memories of Old Krugmar and of Elysium. From the Orcs she called brothers and sisters, to the Elves and Humans she called friends. A muttered apology was given to the screaming winds, "Mi beh zorry...it iz...mi tik..." Yet through the snow, help did come. The sounds of hurriedly crunching snow was heard through the calming winds, and the sight of a familiar Wood Elf would be seen. As the feorc would begin to take her last breaths, Songs would turn her head to look at Nesrin, her wife, her lifemate, running towards her. Her mouth appeared to be screaming, her mouth open and face full of agony. However, the feorc couldn't hear her too clearly, as she was already in the grasp of death's hands, and being pulled slowly towards the darkness. She gave her lover a gentle, yet strangely sad smile, as she felt the rough texture of Nesrin's hand. She knew she could be at rest, happy to die in her wife's arms. The orc was finally put to rest, and Songs Jhet-Krask Sarosa, was now in the skies. A loving mother, a kind friend, and a gentle lover. Long may she live within our hearts. Songs Jhet-Krask Sarosa Born FA 1787-SA 49 (Died at Age 58)

Meredith smiles softly as she sees the missive, and with a soft sigh she would gently tuck away the invitation away. "I hope you can forgive me my friends, for I won't be able to stand in your light. Perhaps another day when I am free from my banishment." She mutters to herself, before returning to seek her lover's embrace.

[!]A familiar black cat by the name of Sergai wanders about Elysium, meowing up a storm. To those that know the cat will know the feline would usually be accompanied by a familiar red head, but that red head was nowhere to be found.

Songs looked upon the golden statue of the Rex, a smile on her face as she would hit her chest with the side of her fist. "May Deh zpiritz gyde lat Zhot. Agh may we peep eechothur ahgayn ihn Deh Zpirit Rehlm. Rezt eazy mi friend." A single tear rolled down her cheek as she sighed softly.