[black water]

[nr] weight (skinny)
[s] hair, shine, teeth, claws
[c] fur, tail
[uc] ears, tongue, pupil

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[ferrari]

Massive mark

[gloomurai]

username + id: gloomurai + 834693
kalon name: Alaric

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May these words find their way to the only individual capable of undoing this wretched chaos I have brought upon myself.

I begin this letter at the eleventh hour. Soon, a monumental torment of destruction will bestow itself upon the lands of which I called home. I fear this predicament was entirely avoidable, yet due to my ineptitude, I have exceeded the limits of my own knowledge and sunk too deep.

On the 12th day of February, year of 1691, the final piece was meticulously shifted into its destined place. The congregation of the blood moon, I appointed it, blinded and driven by unrelenting determination to prove my studies bore significance. Of course, one is quick to defend the rationality of products of the labor they dedicated their very being, their very soul to.

Though my insatiable hunger for the knowledge of my ancestors was deemed taboo by the townsfolk, though I was utterly exiled to the high hills of Caelfall, my persistence never once wavered. Relinquishing the tomes of which I had unearthed and returning to prevalence was inconceivable, not when the sweet kiss of immortality lay just ahead of me.

Atop the highest hill in Caelfall, I had ventured, where the decrepit, rotten elm tree stood alone. As the blood moon cast its crimson glow unto me, it was then that I recited the works of my ancestry. In a near instant, distorted, overlapping undertones crept their way through my ears, into my bones. The words, though I inferred nothing of its mangled sounds, their presence stirred a feverish chill within me.

Perhaps it was at this point where I ought to have fled, taking back every ounce of preparation and knowledge that I obtained regarding my ancestors. The earth beneath me creaked and groaned, loose rocks unhinging from their resting places. My balance was no match for a quake as frightful and destructive as this. On my knees, I bore witness to the birth of an amalgamation, one of the likes of Hell. The elm tree splintered, giving out to the mass forcing its way to the surface from the roots.

As I sign off, the beast I can only describe as a swarm of rabid, demonic bats is advancing towards the village. Evacuate the city, immediately. You shall not find me in the hills, as I must seal the calamity I have brought forth.

Woefully, Alaric

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╰┈➤ ♬ transylvania - malice mizer

[sobble]

oh no ur coming home with me (pockets them)

[gojo]

username + id: jo-hann 412507
kalon name: Constantine
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To the family of the deceased,

May this letter find you well. I am sincerely sorry for the loss of your loved one, but I hope that working with me will bring you peace. Though the body was in quite a rough state when it was found, I promise that you'll be able to look at their face once more. They will look good as new, just as they were before. I am aware that this is a heartbreaking set of circumstances, but hopefully this will soothe some of that pain.

I thank you for contacting me to take care of such a personal matter, rest assured everything will be handled with care. I-


The rest of the letter is obscured by a splatter of ink.

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Tattered paper and spilled ink cover the floor of his chambers, several failed attempts at this letter painting the floor. An ink blackened hand pulls at his hair in frustration as he balls another piece of parchment up, not caring about the stains he'll leave on his skin and in his hair.

It's not right it's not right none of it sounds right-

The blood loss has his head spinning and it was clear he was reaching his limit. He knows he had been looking at this damned letter for too long and every iteration seemed to have less feeling than the last. A harsh sigh leaves him as he tries to calm down, leg bouncing incessantly despite himself.

Anxiously, he thumbs along the bandages that line his hands in thought, letting his gaze rest on the body laying on the work table. The conjuration was nearly complete but his body still ached from the offering, from every single offering. But what was a little sacrifice to ease someone else's grief?

He grunts as he stands to hobble over and get a better look, aged hands tracing the rim of the table in eerie silence. He admires his handiwork on the subject who had arrived to him in a state only fit for a closed casket funeral. Now, they look healthy as ever. Drooping brown eyes meet his and he swears he sees a light behind them. Their face was made up, their hair was done, and though their eyes were unfocused it looked as if he was staring at a lounging stranger.

But he was looking at a corpse.

A still image of who they were before death, and for just a second he imagines they're in an eternal, youthful sleep. He thinks solemnly on if this is the best way to remember someone, dolled up in a casket with the corners of their lips still and every smile you can remember of theirs washed away by a permanent stoic expression.

After ruminating on if this was truly closure at all, he quietly shuts their eyes.

SORRYYY I GET EMBARRASSED LEAVING FORMS W WRITING UP LOL

[jinkori]

HIII MARKKK OMG

[Exitium]

bork bork hiss

[rabbit.tears]

username + id: cinnaliz 668250
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[kolyakun]

username + id: kolyakun [154432]
kalon name: Atticus
partner link: sobble
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Dearest Ticus,

I hope this letter finds you well, old friend. I’ve been made aware of these craters that have spawned in our world. Just as you report, many persons passing through the village have spoken of similar chasms across the kingdom’s reaches.
Fortunately for you my friend my studies have been fruitful. Within the texts unearthed through our study of the sky’s ruins, I have uncovered somewhat of a remedy to the ailments that have cursed our people.
There are golden flowers from the sky that the ancient texts speak of. They have cleansing and nurturing abilities that I believe they may help you with your predicament. The village I am currently residing in has attempted with limited success in cultivating this golden delicacy. Even on the surface, anyone who comes in contact with the reddish ooze permeating the ground has fallen ill. One of our village’s own was struck by the sludge, and a similar ailment befell her. After much experimentation, my team found the flower of which the ancient texts spoke. Miraculously, they succeeded in driving out the malaise plaguing the resident. I’ve attached one of the discovered wildflowers below, though I’m unsure it will reach you unscathed.
Should you seek this flower out, it is reminiscent of the illusive silent princess, though baked in a golden glow. People of the village here have come into contact with said flower, and the residents here seem to prefer it baked into foods, since the flower itself is very bitter in flavour. When consumed it imparts a feeling of warmth and contentment which would seem to restore a person’s vitality. Though does not prevent them from falling ill should they come into contact with the substance again.
I hope you find success in creating your remedy, should you have any issues I implore you to send another letter my way.

We shall speak again soon,
Atticus

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[Lex.]

username + id: Lex. 959439
kalon name: Andrei
partner link: elen's letter!
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Dear Roommate,

xxxxThank you for taking the time to explain why my side of the rent is due. I understand your concerns about my purchases - NOT!

Every item is important, for one reason or another. During your last transformation you BROKE my signature 1912 coffin in a blind rage! The only one left in store was the Barbie one..
And I got those movies for you, so don't be fussy or I'll take them back. They're probably worth a fortune. I knew how you liked western movies, and I felt bad for my messes so, take that. Literally. (I'm leaving it outside your door, you're welcome.)

As for the rest, I mean, can you blame me? They were having a sale, so I couldn't pass it up. Who knows if they're valuable? I could sell them and never have to worry about rent again! Isn't that awesome? You should stop worrying about it, I got it all under control. As for the kitchen mess, you can't forget about my condition. There's a window by the sink. Yeah, I could wash them at night, but I'm busy! Remember when I was in the city trying to impress people with my abilities? I made a whole "buck"! I'm not sure if that means a lot to you, but, I'm trying.

That reminds me, Who is "Batman"? I've heard that name out on the town, I gotta look into it.. And as for the rodents, I've been training them every night, and then they'll be able to do our dishes AND take out our garbage! Isn't that neat? I figured out how from this book I bought. My parents.. you know they stopped talking to me after I moved in with you. They don't matter. What the say doesn't matter. I've cut them out of my life and I will find a way to make real money!

Long story short, I apologize. But I have no idea how the world works. I come from a stubborn family, and it seems it's passed on to me. I've spent almost everything I had left in my inheritance fund, and now I'm lost.

... Could we talk? I can try to make some cake-pops. I want to help out.

Your remorseful-ish roommate,
xxxx Andrei

P.S. I am NOT selling my Swarovski Crystal-bedazzled rhinestone lamp. It's tasteful. And I'm using it as a light source to write this letter.
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