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marslol

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  1. From the faraway north of the forest, within a cabin, a lone Dosiya plucks the petals off a rose - one by one, they flit down by her feet. Upon reaching the last one, clung so desperately to it's stem, the woman only offers it the smallest bit of retrieve before too, plucking it away. Mercy, as it always has been.
  2. In a realm not like the material, low blows the echoing screams of the mourning and pained, something stirs ever-so-slightly in it's pitch-black prison - clawing and tearing at the ink and shroud that pulled with tendrils pulling at the mind and soul. It wakes. It will be freed.
  3. A witch of eld wanders the woods near the Haeseni walls, snatching up a discarded missive in front of her cabin. Scrunching up her features, her scarred visage could only be described as ... simply making a face.
  4. MC Name: marsloll Discord: marsloll Image: Description of Image: An old drawing of two children, also coincidentally done by a child. Dimensions: 1x1
  5. Upon recieving the letter, the dryad has already been preparing gifts for the upcoming arrangement. Precariously clasping a needle and thread in their mouth, they let out a few affirmative and pleased hums before going back to sewing at a much quicker pace, dead set on finishing up before the wedding day.
  6. The drum of sharp nails echo on a wooden table, followed by the creak of a chair - balanced on its hind legs as a strange woman of raven locks and eyes as blue as a mountain river contemplated the paper upon the table. Beside it, an old but well-used and well-loved tome - that which spoke of a CURE for the ailment the woman was convicted of, and the loss of her child. Another silent thought was given upon the matter, before the paper was tossed into the flame - out of sight, out of mind.
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