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Villager: Aluran

Tears seemed unending on Aluran’s face. He didn’t know how long he could cry, but it felt like he shed enough tears to last a life time. His body ached, broken and abused, but it was his soul that mourned in a way he never thought he could.

He wailed into the air, his mournful cries silencing the murmuring dead. He cried until his voice grew hoarse; his throat pained and dry. He kept on crying, until he tasted speckles of copper on his tongue and it hurt to swallow.

He didn’t stop until his voice was gone, and even then, he remained curled on the ground, disturbed and violated as tears continued to rain down his cheeks.

I’m so sorry Tebric. I’m so sorry.

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Quiet and reserved. Looks very shy, but he isn't really; he just had the misfortune of inheriting an anxious resting face.

Partner of Tebric and Egalan, father of Noshi, dam of Kaisara. Enjoys pleasant scents and baths so he spends a lot of time making soaps, perfumes, and oils.

Due to an event in his past he prefers not to speak about, he is covered with scars and, although they are well taken care of and look normal, his wings are too broken to fly. He is prone to having panic attacks or lashing out as well.

Paintie by Satsukii!