[Karmel]

End Date: September 8th, 5:00pm PST

This is going to be just a simple prompt based contest! You have up to 1000 words to answer it.

Prompt:

They wear a piece of jewelry/clothing that reminds them of something from the past.
What is it they wear, how did they get it, and what does it mean to them?

Rules:
This was a completely OOC breeding. There is no relationship between this kit and my parent Kalons whatsoever, please do not include them in your form. You are free to set different parents for them.

Optionally, you can have either one (1) art piece to accompany your form OR an extra 500 words for whatever you desire. You can't do both.

Prettying up the form is fine.

The prompt response can be in any form you choose; a story or otherwise.

Anyone can enter, there are no restrictions.

You can enter for both kits but only win one. If desired, you and someone else can have them be a part of each other's form.

Code: Select all

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Prompt Response:[/b] (1000 words max)
[b](Optional) Extra:[/b] (one art piece OR 500 words)

This is just a skeleton form. You don't have to use it exactly, but make sure everything is answered properly and nothing more.


Have fun. <3


Edits: Standard Shine, Common Tail, Common Hair, Rare Horns

[Chickpea]

Mark

[trans]

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[Ringo.]

Username: Maxy Max
Name Serenity's Silent Song
Gender: Female
Prompt Response: (1000 words max) the jewelry being This
(Optional) Extra: (500 words)

please do not steal my jewelry idea, thank you

[Northstar.]

marko

[lysander]

 


┌───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
lysander  y v e s  male
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘

they met in the forest.

light shining through tree canopies rising tall above your head. a secret grove. a garden meant only for two. this is where things began, a feeling blossoming forth like wildflowers in the spring.

he was a forest boy. a child of the woods, feral thing. untamed with the curiosity of a cat and feet just as nimble. you were so, so shy back then— the sheltered offspring of a family of riches, but never one for friends. cloistered in your room they kept you, with only your books and pens for company. a solitary quietness, a life inside the walls— except for the forest just behind your estate, where you could roam free and frolic among the grass as your heart desired.

that was when you heard his voice.

" do you want to play? "

a simple question that so completely caught you off guard. when you looked up, there was a face staring back down at you. you sat up abruptly, hitting him in the head. two winces, in unison. but only he began to laugh.

" my name is ____. let's play together. "

and you, in your bewildered state, could only take his hand. from then on it felt like an endless summer lit by the warmth of childish laughter, flowers picked for crowns and a sweet, golden-hued haze of exhaustion when both of your energies were thoroughly spent. you would lie down in the grass and let the last rays of sun wash over you, then it was time to go home.

" tomorrow, same time? "
of course.


yet summers are not endless.
seasons are transitory things. leaves change from green to red, to brown, to grey. and like the birds, he took flight too. if you thought about it hard enough, you'd be able to see it in his eyes; the way he looked up at the sky spoke of a yearning this stagnant bliss could never fulfill.

so one day, he hands you a bracelet. a little trinket, not worth much among your family's jewels. but entwined within the threads was a lock of hair, and the first stone you found in the river. a dazzling thing not worth more than a penny, but even so it sparkled in the light like diamond.

" keep this and think of me. we'll meet again. "

you knew, then, there was nothing you could do to stop him. no reasons were given, no questions were asked; it would change nothing. even your tears seemed to recognize this, refusing to fall as you watched him walk away, disappear into the trees like a phantom, an apparition.

you hope one day you'll see him again. as you age you no longer recognize fact from fiction, the memory slowly aging into a bittersweet note in a childhood growing hazier by the year. perhaps it never happened in the first place. but the little bracelet you hold so dear now beckons you to believe otherwise—

and so you'll wait to walk with him once again, upon a dream.

[black water]

mark

[sillies]

antique skies res

[zakuro.]

username: zakuro.
name: ernest
gender: cis male
prompt Response:


a noble king is supposed to be gallant. he is supposed to possess qualities he wishes to project into his kingdom-- strength, power, capability, just to name a few. in my eyes, the image of a perfect king is one who can carry his subjects upon his shoulders and push through the hardest of times. that king, was my father. he was powerful, with warm eyes and a smile that stretched across the continent. but, he is gone now. so i, small and weak, am left to fill his giant shoes. i, who lacks the heart to squash a spider, am supposed to protect a throne with my life. the stability of everyone's lives rests upon me, and i fear i am not able to pull through.

extra: hmm

-prolly abt 19 years old
-was appointed king very young
-seems closed off and cold
-but really he's just stressed bc he never got time to grieve his father due to being forced into kingship
-hates the crown, wants everything to go back to the way it was before the assassination
-though,,, he tries to be polite and compassionate. he usually ends up sweating and running off yikes
-loves his horse sapphire a lot

basically the crown reminds him of his father whom he was very close with. it also reminds him that his father is dead and a mighty burden is always looming over him-- as if he was road runner waiting for the anvil to come crashing down :'(

wip obvi

[khvoxtic]

mark <3