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[haemon]

Username: haemon
Kalon name: cedric
Kalon gender: male

username/name/gender doesnt count towards your word limit; unless you put a definition or explanation behind the name, in that case itd just be the explanation/definition counting; not the actual name.

[Cheeb]

marking!

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[seawoof]

Username: seawoof
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username/name/gender doesnt count towards your word limit; unless you put a definition or explanation behind the name, in that case itd just be the explanation/definition counting; not the actual name.

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[Master of Nothing]

Master of Nothing
Ionel
male

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[sillies]

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[Imoyn]

Username: Imoyn
Kalon name: Erebus
Name Meaning: Latinized form of Ερεβος, which means 'nether darkness'
Kalon gender: Male

[FoalMoon]

Username: FoalMoon
Kalon name: Wendigo
Kalon gender: Male

Story: WIP
Art: WIP

[Birdy]

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The Pirate



Mars



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Not all demons hide in shadows- some get bored of the dark. The smell of fear grows dull for some, and the blood curdling screech of terror no longer holds the charm that it once did. It's a pity, really; designed to scour the depths of people's minds, skilled in the art of making blood run cold, and all Mars seeks in life is feelings. Those poisonous things that he was warned about. And the funny thing about demons is, once they've set their mind on something, they have a funny way of achieving it. And so Mars became the first demon to permanently leave hell, not by punishment of a severe crime or by a grand, diabolical mission, but out of pure boredom and curiosity.



It didn't take long for Mars to catch feelings. In fact, the poor thing sort of stumbled and fell into his first, and arguably grandest, case of love. After discovering that most mortal kalons require sufficient nutrients, Mars found himself in a small but charming bakery that contained a scent far more interesting (and sweet!) than fear. With his nostrils as his guide, Mars soon found his face against the glass of a cake stand. One cake in particular, red and white with strawberries on top, caught his eye. No kalon's words- mortal or not- could have possibly done justice in describing the sugary explosion that would grace his tongue when he took his first bite of the pastry. And as the demon lived out his first sugar high, his frail and decrepit heart released its first pump of blood. The kalon was, in simplest terms, in love. Not the typical love, no- but a love, nonetheless. And it was this love that would lead him to his second love.



"You have to pay for that, you know."

It took Mars a second to realize that the comment was directed at him. He had been addressed by mortals before, of course, but it was usually surrounded by a poorly drawn pentagram, and there were usually far more candles. As he turned his gaze to the voice, he was shocked to find a glare more menacing than his own. The glare belonged to a female kalon with cream fur and emerald eyes. She bore many piercings and wore her long, ebony hair tied in a tight bun. She looked like the sort of kalon that would address a demon like him, and yet he found himself entranced by her presence.

"Pay...?" He muttered, the words barely escaping his lips.

"That's typically what's expected of a customer," the kalon replied. She took a moment to eye his half-eaten cake. "Then again, they're also typically expected to use a fork."

"Fork?" Mars asked just as quietly as before. For the first time in his life, the kalon who was raised to demand attention with his booming voice was now diminished to no more than quiet, one-worded questions.

The female raised an eyebrow, the start of a smirk beginning to tug at her lips. "You're not from here, are you?"



He never told her that he was a demon- or, rather, a former demon. She was strangely attracted to his innocence- the way he seemed to ask a million questions about simple things managed to keep her interest. Beneath his intimidating look was a kalon who only seemed to eat strawberry cake and had trouble understanding every-day things.

"But why is it called a building if it's already been built?"

And even though the female, whose name he later found out to be Esmeralda, was attracted to his childish ways, Mars fell in love with her demon-esque charm.

"One day you're going to wake up and realize that half of your stupid questions don't even matter."

But she would always answer them. Always. And he loved her for it. Until the day she decided not to answer.



It turns out that not all demons hide in shadows. Some of them are mortals. They reel you in and act as though they care- answer your questions, but you cake- but even then, they eventually get bored. Esmeralda was one of those demons.

(I really, really wish the word-limit was longer so that I could elaborate on his story and do it some justice. I promise that, should I win this lovely guy, I'll take the time to give him the story he deserves <3)