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Skin: Elvish NeonBid: $5 USD Skin: Ice Gown Bid: $5 USD Skin: Nightsky Bid: $5 USD Discord: Mewliet#6297

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(Not my art clearly, credit to whoever's it is <3) Many times Emily Al-Nabeel sat quietly in her room, locked away with nothing but her loneliness and a broken heart. Tears fell from her blue orbs, staining her flushed cheeks as she sat at her desk, a lingering pain tugging at her heart. The woman sat at her desk, quill in hand as she stared hopelessly at an empty piece of parchment, pondering on what to say to her family, to her people. "An explanation..." she thought "No - an apology." Emitting a frustrated sigh, she ran her hands through her messy brown curls. Allowing her eyes to close for a moment as she exhaled, merely staring at the back of her eyelids. The pain was all too much, twisting and tormenting her very soul. It made her sick. A room once filled with his laughter, his scent, even his breathing. She missed all of it. The silence... it haunted her - painfully so. Taking a deep breath, she stared at the empty parchment once again, a permanent frown crossed her rose colored lips. "They deserve something..." With another sigh, she dipped her quill in the bottle of ink before setting it against the parchment, tears staining the corners and smudging some of the ink. Hours passed while the only light in the room was a dimly lit candle sitting on the desk she sat before. The sun was setting in the Korvassan dessert, meaning it was nearing bedtime for Zaid and Amira. Emily rose, leaving the half written letter at her desk, completely unaware she'd never be able to finish. The brunette haired woman made her way off to sing her children one last lullaby. It was soft, just loud enough for the young children to catch the sound of it. A familiar song that was often sung to them. As the faint lullaby went on, her frame moved from one to the other. A brush of her fingers against their hair. Only once they were fast asleep did her lullaby stop. A lingering glance over the two children, before she left their room. Her feet took her to her bedroom, but one look at the empty bed had her pausing. Tears welled up in her eyes, lingering on the bed. There was an ache in her chest, and it was agonizing. A wound that no healer would be able to help with, for it wasn’t a physical one. “Habibi…” It was only one word, but it still cracked as it came from her lips. It was a struggle to keep herself together. Empty. It all felt so empty. With one last look at the bed, she turned from it. It was an internal debate for a few minutes, a step taken forward and then back before she finally faced the bed once more. She moved towards it, but she didn’t head to her side. Instead, she veered to his side. Pulling the covers back, she slipped beneath them, sitting up so that her back was propped against the wall. The tears were threatening to spill over, the ache in her chest only growing. She had tried so hard to carry on life without him. The twins were the only thing that kept her going this long. No matter how hard she tried, the pain didn’t lessen. Every time she breathed, it was unbearable, this void in her heart. A void that could never be filled. Her title meant nothing, as did the material objects she possessed. She’d give it all up entirely if it meant getting him back. If it would fill that side of the bed once again. Bring back the other half of her heart. Even the destruction of Al-Faiz, her home, didn’t compare to what she was feeling. What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t just go on. For the majority of her life, he had been there. Anything that she went through, he went through right alongside her. Before being her husband, he had been her best friend. Her head leaned back, resting against the wall behind her. The tears now freely spilled down her cheeks, her eyes closing. It grew more steady until it was literally streams of tears flowing down her cheeks. How long it took her to fall asleep, was unclear. It could have been hours or mere minutes. It wasn’t the first time she’d cried herself to sleep since his loss. The only difference was that this time she wouldn’t wake up. A broken heart is just as fatal as a stab to the heart.

(Lilith & Naera by Wolffram) “...Something isn’t right…” Lilith murmurs to herself, almost asking her body to produce some sort of explanation. She sat otherwise calmly within her home, illuminated by the dusky flicker of a half-spent candle. It mirrored her sudden unusual fatigue. Perhaps it is the change of seasons, she thought… but something stirred within her that revolted against that idea, suggesting that there was indeed something deeply, deeply wrong. Nothing but an insect bite, she concluded after swatting at some flying nuisance. Where it pinched at her ivory skin, she swiftly dealt retribution with an open palm. At first, her own handprint was the most obvious lingering pink glow. Lilith surprised even herself at the reaction she produced, as if her senses were desperately trying to prevent what misfortune would come. Another hour, the handprint faded upon her exposed arm… Another sun sets. “Something isn’t right.” She was right. Lilith didn’t know for certain, but that bump from the winged pest just wouldn’t give. It began to scar her fair skin like tarnished silver, visible vessels branching away from the lesion as if grasping for some sort of relief from the rest of her flesh. The elfess felt a ring of fire over the bite that deeply disturbed her. It had no comfort or pleasant presence, but like that of a hungered, fiery swarm of locusts radiating further and further towards her core. Lightning shot up her arm and into her heart. The discomfort was inebriating and offered no hope of relent. She placed herself carefully within her bed and gazed towards the ceiling with a gnawing feeling in her stomach. Each time the fire erupted from her arm up her nerves, she descended further into the murky well of anxiety. Her pride forbade her from opening the door and seeking help, however… for what was a simple insect bite? She had endured worse. “This too shall pass, with the morning dew…” The elfess murmured to herself as her lids gave way to a mockery of sleep. Thrice she woke from the shadows, those stalking shadows that twisted and roiled like a summer tempest. She dreamt of fuzzy, impossible shapes in the new dizzying heat of her fever. Strange shades of maroon-blue painted the back of her eyelids, and when she finally erupted from her false-sleep she found herself drenched with perspiration. Lilith had to admit it to herself now, as she sits upon her bed examining the damp pallor of her body. She was suffering. Knock, knock, knock. Someone was at her door this morning in Siramenor. Her face paled even further to a ghostly white; she must not be seen in such a state, refusing to seek help. Her conscience would not allow. “I’m… not feeling well, please return another time.” Her voice was more rasp than a blade to the grindstone. It alarmed her, and she gripped her neck in panic. The speed of this illness was horrifying, even to her. It had only been three moons since her bite, or so she figured. Time had begun to blur in a nauseating cycle of light and dark; there was no order to the world around her. She took in a breath that felt like warm, suffocating smoke as she dragged herself to a mirror. “...That’s it, then…” She saw an insulting reflection of what she knew herself to be. Her skin had become so pale and dry she could see the rushing pulse of blood beneath the thin barrier. Everything was so warm, so uncomfortably warm. Her eyes have dulled to a sickly moss color, lacking their proud luster and life that she had but only a few days ago. Lilith was like Autumn’s final leaf hanging on by a thread in the coming winter chill. The longer she studied herself, the more she embraced the warmth. It revolted her, but she knew the threshold of her capability to fight this ailment had been exceeded. Should she had just sought help from that stranger at the door? Was it death itself knocking? Perhaps in denying it, she had inadvertently prolonged her existence within this small space that her world had become. It seemed to shrink with every minute; the shadows were closing in. But that was alright, she thought, as she shambled back to her bed. She had brushed her silver locks to some semblance of decency and applied perfume. If she was going to pass from this plane to the next, why shouldn’t she do it with dignity? What was feeding her pride one last time before her soul drifted onto the next life? She laid a collection of notes and memoirs at her nightstand, where she prayed that each would find their respective recipients with the help of her loyal companion, Gweneviere the animii. She thought of her husband, her beloved husband. It was truly not fair for him, and her heart broke as she imagined traversing into the realm of the dead without him. Pain welled in her throat, lamentation, and she shed her sorrow through what few tears she could produce. Naera, her beloved child Naera… I suppose it is an experience all elves must endure, she thought, for those gifted with the curse of a long life. All living things must die, even mothers. She smiled at the thought of guiding her from the great beyond and felt comfort for the first moment in many. In memory, Naera’s mother would live on. That animii, too… Yes, she would be alright. The shadow was close… It felt like she had walked straight into the fires of an impossibly deep forge. Wave after wave of fever chipped her sanity away, until at long last… She let go. All at once an ethereal relief ripped her from her mortal coil. Free, at last, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis. She ascended over her body, seeing just how small and weak she had become… Was she dreaming? Was death really so kind after all? Whether or not it was real, she indulged in the soulful release of her suffering. Rising further past the homes, the trees, the clouds… off into the wild blue and deep into the stars beyond. Just as she conceded to drifting away forever, the constellations in her mind converged like a vortex of snowstorms into a great thunderbird. Great but gentle talons took her by the shoulders, and with an otherworldly cry the eagle spirit carried her soul away into the fabled emerald dream, that coveted forest of the dead. “Goodbye, my friends…” The Letters Left Behind Delivered by a two foot tall animii with purple, faintly glowing eyes, ticking and whirring somberly wherever she went. Elros Naera Alrin

Best friends when? 👉👈

“The more you peak, the longer it’ll take me to get done. I love you!” She mused with a chuckle, kissing his cheek once before she then disappeared upstairs to get to work!

Emily Delaney smiled warmly as she gave an approving nod towards the invitations that were sent out. With a subtle hum, she leaned in to gently kiss the Farfolk Prince between the brows. “We have much to prepare before our big day, habibi. I’ll be upstairs working on my dress. No peaking!” She’d say with lightly squinted eyes and a small grin.

Discord: Mewliet#6297 Skin/s and bid/s (Label clearly with the skin name, and list separately if multiple): Black gown 1.5k

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General Information Name: Eretria Al'Abass Gender: Female Race: Elf Birthday: 13th of Sun's Smile, 1576 Personality Eretria is a shy and skittish elf. She doesn't really talk when you first meet her but when she warms up to you, she's very sweet and outgoing. She seems to blush a lot as if she were easily embarrassed. She is very kind and she loves to help the people she cares about as well as the people she hardly knows. She is very passionate about her art as well as singing. She's very helpful and generous. She's respectful and affectionate. When she's around a bunch of people, she'll start to feel nervous or afraid. If she's in large crowds of people, she'll often be seen twirling her hair or looking around a lot as well as humming quietly to keep herself calm and collected. Character Reference (Full credit goes to Numirya <3) Appearance Long brownish grey hair with bright blue eyes. She has a few freckles on her cheeks. She is a very small woman but she looks healthy. Height: 4'7 Weight: 120 lbs. Figure and General Appearance: Eretria is a very small elf. Her beautiful long hair covers her ears so she appears to be human unless you were to look. She has bright blue eyes that always seem to have a sparkle in them. She has freckles on her cheeks. No matter how warm it is, she always wears a long sleeved jacket, almost as if she were hiding something. On her ring finger sits a beautiful wedding ring. Hair Color: Light Ash Brown Eye Color: Sky Blue Markings or Tattoos: She has freckles on her cheeks and she has a tattoo on the back of her shoulder that is hidden by her clothing. Apparel: Eretria wears a long sleeved brown jacket. Under the jacket is a green and white shirt made of very soft material. She always has a satchel ,made out of some sort of cloth, around her shoulder. Inside of the satchel would be a very worn sketch book filled with many drawings, among several snacks such as chocolate, cookies, and a flask containing water. She wears pants and simple flats. Her weaponry is simple, she only carries an iron sword for protection. Current Occupation: None Relationships: Ex-Husband - Keir Elwing Partner - Nerrin Delevoye Immediate Family: Daughter - Rosalynn Eve Al'Abass Adopted Daughter - Misty Elwing Al'Abass Son - Orion Calypso Delevoye-Al'Abass Father - Eryn Nailo Serene Mother - Rosalynn Al'Abass (Deceased) Step Mother - Alydril Serene Sister - Lily Cecilia Serene Sister - Serenity Al'abass Aunt - Quillian Cousin - Nee (Nemain)

Damn, not even wife. I'm just lover now? :( </3