Elvario
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Mentions: Amelia
RavenSong
Languages: Common | <Beastial> | *Terran* |
Zahrah's sewing circle of misfits was growing into quite a big hit, which was great! After all, how could they not enjoy their success rates at reforming these criminals? Wait, was that what they'd been doing? They'd gotten so caught-up in the moment that they pretty much forgot what they were even attempting here in the first place. That changed when they got a gun pointed at them. “I've been talking this whole time though~ That's what I do to teach everyone some sewing~ See, it's working out great! Oh, and don't worry, you're not that ugly! Everyone is beautiful in their own way~” They replied to the threat of the captain in a way that only the cotton-brained could.
Needlessly to say, Zahrah was very disappointed when their sultry sweet summer sewing circle was ruined and everyone suddenly drew weapons. However, when they got another request, they cheered up again. “Oh! We're singing songs now? I'll be honest, I don't have the greatest singing voice, but I committed this song to memory! I shall present it to you all to the best of my abilities~”
Yes, they had the perfect song. After all, this song was said to increase happiness levels among certain demographics by a huge amount. Although Zahrah couldn't be sure, they figured that these bandits might fit into the same demographic.
Truth be told, it was a bit tough to keep on singing whilst they were being threatened with guns and cuffed. Even so, they'd been giving a task, so they would continue to sing to the best of their extend! Their song would not be cut short by such trivial set-backs as being cuffed! It seemed like they were doing something right, as they were brought to the front-most carriage, which could only mean their singing was so inspiring that they wanted them to lead the entire crew~ They even got a new title. “Oh~ I like that, I can be the singing sewing lady...” That's when they were suddenly shocked. “Oh no! I stopped singing! I'm sorry, I'll start right again! So sorry!” Yes, in their excitement, they'd forsaken their task. How horrible of them. They were about to start again, but it looked like everyone left them on their own. Clearly the result of their failure to keep singing.
When Amelia returned, they were reminded of their original task. Well, in part at least. “Ah, I didn't run, I walked off and made some friends~ Sort-off. Although I guess these folk weren't the friendliest of friends, right? Anyhow, don't worry about me, go get the guy over there!” Zahrah said, pointing at the cat guy being kidnapped by the bandit leader. “I'm gonna see if I can go help those guys over there, they don't look to be doing all that well.” Zahrah said, their voice sounding the saddest they'd sounded thus far, as they pointed to the deceased prisoners.
Heading over to them, Zahrah would crouch down and gently shake them. “Hello? Are you okay sir? You look wounded, but there should be healing magic here, so all will be alright~” Wait, would it be? Somehow Zahrah realised there was an error in their line of thinking. Could someone be healed from this particular state as well? After all, they looked rather... how would you call it? Dead. Ah, yes. Dead. Wait. “Oh no! I think they're dead! Now they won't ever be able to be happy again! This is terrible!” Zahrah said, finally realising the severity of the situation.
A Grade CD's (3/5)
B Grade CD's (1/4)
C Grade CD's (2/3)
Languages: Common | <Beastial> | *Terran* |
Zahrah's sewing circle of misfits was growing into quite a big hit, which was great! After all, how could they not enjoy their success rates at reforming these criminals? Wait, was that what they'd been doing? They'd gotten so caught-up in the moment that they pretty much forgot what they were even attempting here in the first place. That changed when they got a gun pointed at them. “I've been talking this whole time though~ That's what I do to teach everyone some sewing~ See, it's working out great! Oh, and don't worry, you're not that ugly! Everyone is beautiful in their own way~” They replied to the threat of the captain in a way that only the cotton-brained could.
Needlessly to say, Zahrah was very disappointed when their sultry sweet summer sewing circle was ruined and everyone suddenly drew weapons. However, when they got another request, they cheered up again. “Oh! We're singing songs now? I'll be honest, I don't have the greatest singing voice, but I committed this song to memory! I shall present it to you all to the best of my abilities~”
They soon began singing.
Yes, they had the perfect song. After all, this song was said to increase happiness levels among certain demographics by a huge amount. Although Zahrah couldn't be sure, they figured that these bandits might fit into the same demographic.
Truth be told, it was a bit tough to keep on singing whilst they were being threatened with guns and cuffed. Even so, they'd been giving a task, so they would continue to sing to the best of their extend! Their song would not be cut short by such trivial set-backs as being cuffed! It seemed like they were doing something right, as they were brought to the front-most carriage, which could only mean their singing was so inspiring that they wanted them to lead the entire crew~ They even got a new title. “Oh~ I like that, I can be the singing sewing lady...” That's when they were suddenly shocked. “Oh no! I stopped singing! I'm sorry, I'll start right again! So sorry!” Yes, in their excitement, they'd forsaken their task. How horrible of them. They were about to start again, but it looked like everyone left them on their own. Clearly the result of their failure to keep singing.
When Amelia returned, they were reminded of their original task. Well, in part at least. “Ah, I didn't run, I walked off and made some friends~ Sort-off. Although I guess these folk weren't the friendliest of friends, right? Anyhow, don't worry about me, go get the guy over there!” Zahrah said, pointing at the cat guy being kidnapped by the bandit leader. “I'm gonna see if I can go help those guys over there, they don't look to be doing all that well.” Zahrah said, their voice sounding the saddest they'd sounded thus far, as they pointed to the deceased prisoners.
Heading over to them, Zahrah would crouch down and gently shake them. “Hello? Are you okay sir? You look wounded, but there should be healing magic here, so all will be alright~” Wait, would it be? Somehow Zahrah realised there was an error in their line of thinking. Could someone be healed from this particular state as well? After all, they looked rather... how would you call it? Dead. Ah, yes. Dead. Wait. “Oh no! I think they're dead! Now they won't ever be able to be happy again! This is terrible!” Zahrah said, finally realising the severity of the situation.
A Grade CD's (3/5)
B Grade CD's (1/4)
C Grade CD's (2/3)