[Alantica]

username + ID: Alantica - 349242
kalon name: Kimimila Morpho
prompt:

The flower sings in the rain, they ask what her greatness wishes for. She stays silent, listening. For her wish is no longer possible.

“Hey! Hey! Wake up!”


Kimimila’s eyes flutter open, the sunlight dancing on her ceiling. The dream she had was important but why can’t she remember it… She turns to the voice, her maid huffs and puffs, “you’re going to be late!” Groaning, Kimimila drags herself out of the bed. The faint glimmers resembling butterflies flicker in and out of the corner of her vision. She frowns as her maid pulls the corset tighter, the butterflies disappear. With a quick zip, the maid squeals, “You’re all ready! Just in time too!”

Her footsteps echo in the hallway, her eyes glancing over the family portraits. Her footsteps stop as she looks up at the portrait of her mother in front of the study. The door swings open as her eyes meet her fathers. There's been no warmth between the two since her mother passed.

“Why are you just standing outside?”
She doesn’t respond, silently she walks into the study. This was it… Her eyes meet another's, someone unfamiliar yet familiar. Her father clears his throat, “This is Duke Everett. He will be your fiance.” Her eyes flicker with unrelenting anger. How dare Father do this! He narrows his eyes in reply, “You’re at the age where you need to find a partner. This is beneficial for both families.”

“Father.”

“I already submitted the paper work. This is final.”

She knew this would be a possibility but for it to actually happen… She scoffs inwardly before facing the Duke again. Bowing, she finally greets him, “Hello my name is Kimimila Morpho. Pleased to make your acquaintance Duke Everett.”

She looks up again, examining him more thoroughly. There’s something nagging at her but what is it? She couldn’t put her finger on it but she needs to figure it out. For her own sake.

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It’s been a year since they met, but she still hasn’t figured it out yet. Something about him made her open up her heart, a fondness she thought she lost long ago when he disappeared. Who was he again? She couldn’t remember, it was all blurry. She just remembers the turbulent emotions that consumed her then. She shakes her head, returning back to reality. It’s almost time for their next meeting. Maybe this time will yield clues.

She greets him at the gate, “Good morning Duke.” He gives a wary smile, “Please call me by my name.” She shakes her head, “It’s not proper.” Without waiting for a rebuttal, she walks forward as he scrambles next to her as they walk into the town streets. “So… How has everything been?” “Good. I've been practicing my magic.” There was nothing much going on in her quiet life. “Is that so… You should show me!” “Wait until I’m better at it,” she replies. Moreso, she can’t do it here now. It isn’t a very lady-like skill after all. They continue their chatter, heading to her favorite dessert shop.

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A war broke out. She stands at the front looking down at the enemies. “Hey, it’s dangerous out here.” She turns to face the Duke, his face grim. “I’m perfectly fine here. You should be more worried about yourself.” She turns back to the battlefield, as she watches the enemies march closer. “You don’t have to do this.” She scoffs, “It’s already too late. My hands are already dirtied.” Silence rest between them, the somberness of the reality of war sitting heavily. She breaks the silence,“let’s get ready.”

The enemies far outnumber their troops, but what can they do. This was everyone. Her magic spells cover the battlefield, her breaths becoming shallower. An enemy knight sneaks behind her, before she could react, their blade swings at her. She closes her eyes as a clang rings out. No pain, she quickly flickers her eyes open as the Duke defends her. With another spell, she strikes down the enemy before her. “Hey, you okay?” She nods in reply, too tired to say anything. She looks at him like always but this time was the last.... A sword is pierces through his chest. A voice screams out, it was her voice. He gives her a regret smile, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you forever like we promised…” It finally clicks in her mind, the mystery she chased, but it was too late. The answer that she now grasps doesn’t matter anymore.

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[LemonBunny]

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[Elliad.]

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[Melonbread]

username + ID: Melonbread + 371786
kalon name: Winaruz
prompt:

Incident Report 4520 — - Spinner Salvage Project

Attached File — ARCH_916-1

The Spinners originated from the ranks of commissioned doctors stationed in Spire 07, their influence spreading rapidly through the core mines due to their ability to treat common ailments among the miners. They believed in a pantheon of opposite and corresponding deities split between the heavens and the hearts: the bright, fresh air of the surface, and the heavy, dark dust of the earth. They envisioned the mines as great sutures that pulled both halves of divinity—survival and riches—together, and themselves as the cosmic surgeons that spun, stitched, and cared for the needle and thread.

Assessments found that the Spinner belief system was beneficial to morale. Their status as a religious organization and their continued operation was approved smoothly.

The Spinners refused to abandon their posts when the veins ran dry, and were subsequently sealed into the mines after days of failed negotiations. All are presumed lost.

Attached File — ARCH_916-2

Hospital S070 was the home base of the Spinners. It was a standard-issue hub facility, equipped to provide sophisticated medical care that the auxiliary stations couldn’t treat. H-S070 was suspended in the middle of the main shaft by a system of 40 cables. 18 additional cables were added later by the Spinners. It was moved several times as the mine expanded, descending to follow the course of activity in the spire.

The Spinners were notable for their practice of fashioning lamps out of discarded material. The largest lights were hung on the outer shell of H-S070, turning it into a beacon of light blazing in the main shaft. Smaller lamps were strung on loops of braided rope as votive charms and placed in operating rooms or carried by the miners.

In addition to hanging lamps, H-S070 was decorated elaborately with lengths of braided rope and sheer fabric in a multitude of hues. Similar adornments were observed on other Spinner hospital-chapels. Sample analysis of the fiber used in both the rope and cloth showed qualities consistent with kalon hair.

Investigation Log — -

Objective: Survey and analysis of derelict Spire 07 Main Hospital, code H-S070, in preparation for the retrieval of useful materials.

4520.LOG.005

Anchor 4: H-S070 confirmed at its last-known location, Anchor 4. No abnormalities detected.

[Comments]: It’s like a cocoon spun in silk. The cables, but especially the ropes—I know it’s hair, but the way they reflect the light… this place must have been beautiful with all the lanterns on.

4520.LOG.012

Terminals have lost power, but the drives may be salvegable. All writing implements are missing. Trace amounts of hair on the walls and floor. No other observations of note.

4520.LOG.023

The doors to the surgical wing have been propped open. Massive piles of pens, markers, and pencils scattered in the hall, all dry or broken. Walls are covered in writing. Transcript below.



They want us to leave. How could we? There are wounds to be treated. Communications are stable. We have a duty to uphold. 136 personnel.

M— delivered a healthy kit today. She says she needs more time to think of a name. 137 personnel.

M— has named her kit Winaruz. May his hair grow long and clean. 137 personnel.

Communications with H-S020 have been interrupted. A team has been dispatched to investigate. 137-5 personnel.

Team has not returned. H-S020 and its auxiliaries remain unresponsive. 132 personnel.

The communications cables—we're running out of materials to repair them. Hair suffices for the fiber, gods smile upon us, but any pigmentation would corrupt the signal. The kit’s hair—it’s pure white, but it will take years to grow… maintenance must proceed. We have a duty to uphold. 130 personnel.

We have a duty to uphold. 120 personnel.

We have a duty to uphold. 118 personnel.

Winaruz—his hair, a streak of color—but… We will… we have a duty to uphold. 92 personnel.

We have a duty to uphold. 77 personnel.

It is his birthday today. M— would have been glad. 70 personnel.

We have a duty to uphold. 43 personnel remain.

We have a duty to uphold. 32 31 personnel.

We have a duty to uphold. 25 personnel.

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[Comments]: I hear something in the walls. There’s a light in the dark.

— - 745 words

· ʚɞ ·

The swallowtail butterfly uses its tails to deter and evade.
The baphomet moth uses its tails to attract and find.
Little light, I wonder which one you take after?

*I simplified the drawing to make it a bit nicer, but baphomet moths can be kind of scary irl. Please exercise caution looking them up if you’re sensitive to creepy crawlies!

[Loadingconstella]

Wilwarinda [a.k.a. Willow]

Willow has been waiting a long time... [1500 words total, Writing is extra]

if you dont wish to go through this multiple times, the full thing is here! <3

[Rosiestar]

the colors are GORGINA and the edits are so cool :00
early congrats to whoever wins this beautiful kal !!!

[Teleo]

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[alphanea]

username + ID: alphanea 189339
kalon name: citrine
prompt: [719 words - checked via microsoft word, excluding coding/decorations]

associations :: dawn, wildflowers, springtime, cottagecore, witchcraft, herbalism, meadows


antithesis :: aqualina, the winter hermit of the crystalline cavern



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xxxAt the outer edge of the meadows, just barely out of reach from the settled lands - a hermit lived amongst the heather and bramble, with hair smelling of wild flowers and fresh moss.

xxxHer paws were gentle upon the grass washed by the morning dew; never a wandering bug or a fresh sprout did they harm, her movements elegant, yet never uncertain.

xxx ❈x ❈xxx She chose the outskirts to be her home because that was where the wilds breathed free with no interference to the energy that surrounded all - but noticed by few.

xxx By dawn, the spring-child rose with the low sun, unfolding herself from her cottage of weathered stone, half enveloped within the hollow of an ancient oak whose roots gave shape to her sleeping quarters.

xxxHer routine remained unchanged over the years;
xxxxxxxxxxfirst, her long, beautiful tresses were combed through,
xxxxxxxxxxxxbraids remade,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxand beads rearranged.

xxxThen came the crushing of aromatic leaves that gave the signature scent, which made the bumblebees buzz around her playfully. When she was ready to face the rising sun, she stepped into the warm light, feeling the warmth in her pelt with a smile to face the newborn day with.

xxxBasket on her side, her first task was to lend a watchful eye to the meadow. She witnessed the dew sliding from leaf to soil, beetles and butterflies tapping their wings awake, the distant creaking branch swaying with a gale and the singing of songbirds above - their silent melodies led her to the blooming bushels of mountain flowers and sprouting fungi.

xxxSatisfied with her haul come mid-day, she moved on.

xxxShe traced the boundary where the spanning fields met the wild forest ahead that separated her from the mountainside and the cold winterscape ahead, dotting the horizon with snowed-on mountaintops - another of her kind resided there, where Citrine's heart was taken by the life that bloomed, theirs was captured by the beauty of crystal and frost. A friend, nonetheless, even if the climate and distance kept them apart, they were both attuned to what most ignored.

xxxAnd it was what kept them connected. xxxx ❈x ❈

xxxPadding along stone walls marked by moss, eyes keen upon the indents left to the ground, little messages left for the kind-hearted spirit of the meadow - she saw where a fox had limped, following the clues left for her upon mother earth herself until she found the little one curled beneath a bramble. She did not speak; instead, she approached gently, a soothing melody rising from her throat like the purr of a cat.

xxxHer song not only calmed panic, it also knitted muscles and soothed the ache. The fox slept blissfully as Citrine moved on.

xxxIt was her duty to tend to the lands, an endless task that filled her with much joy.
xxxxxShe stirred pollen from flower to flower with a sweep of her tails, her bee friends rejoicing in the storm of honey-gold.
xxxxxxxShe allowed birds and butterflies to nestle on her shoulders, their wings opening and closing in quiet respite in between their daily rush.

xxxThese moments of unconditional kindness sustained her; with each little action, her glow grew a little brighter. ❈

xxxWith the afternoon, she walked the higher ground, where the air was sharper, refreshing. A river flowed by her usual path, dragonflies buzzed past. She liked to stretch her paws there, maybe even dip them in the cooling, crystalline waters that flowed from the mountains, a gift bestowed upon her and the rest of the fields by her unseen friend.

xxxAs evening neared, she returned to her oak-bound estate. Her basket filled with not only her harvest but small gifts left behind - fallen feathers, cracked shells, shredded wool and even a single lost button dropped long ago, tumbled along the earth and gathered mud and moss on its side. She set her newfound treasures gently in a hollow, where lost things found new purpose through her careful paws.

xxxIt was in dusk that she worked her treasures into new forms, both decorative and functional. Fireflies scattered light through the dark as she worked needle, thread, mortar, pestle and cauldron. When her labours bore their fruit, Citrine deserved her rest.

xxxShe dreamt of tomorrow’s tidings, when the world would shake awake, and her tasks would begin anew.

xxx❈xxxShe couldn't wait.


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[Shinnybear]

username + ID: Shinnybear + 78294
kalon name: Proserpina
prompt:

"Proserpina, why do you aid me?" A deep voice spoke with an uncharacteristic softness, a pitiful sound.
"Because I do not fear which the others fear. A monster is made only in thought, and my thoughts of you are anything but." The sweetness of her voice cut through his whispers, like the stars piercing the night sky- gentle, but radiant. It was no wonder the world looked upon Proserpina with favor, but looked down on the broken creature before her. He wondered if she truly knew who he was.

She continued to gently apply a mixture of herbs to his leg. A mixture of echinacea, peppermint, and ginger enveloped the two kalons, creating a sweet yet fresh aroma. "This should help the swelling and disinfect the wound," Proserpina muttered, enraptured in her own work on the kalon's leg. "You'll need to stay with me, so I can make sure the wound doesn't get infected."

The kalon responded with protest. "Thanks but I will not take that suggestion-"
"This is not a suggestion, it is a demand."Proserpina's lilac eyes fluttered up from her work. The injured kalon could see behind her delicate eyes roared a fire, one that warned him not to test her. He kept his mouth shut while she returned to her work. She was now bandaging the leg, which appeared to have a severe gash right above his paw, with a scrap of golden cloth. She worked quickly with feather-light touches- a sign of a skillful healer. Her softness kept the kalon tense.

"Annndddd...finished!" She proclaimed gingerly, a smile forming. "I will need to change the bandages frequently for the first couple of days, but this will be fine for us to go back to my apothecary." She stood up fully now, stretching her back and her legs. She had been working on the wounded kalon's leg for nearly an hour straight, carefully suturing, creating a topical mixture, and bandaging. He was quite lucky to have decided to rest where he did. The kalon had stumbled his way to a pond, shaded by willows, filled with water lilies. The smell of wildflowers and honey filled the air, the sunset causing the sapphire waters of the pond to be tinged with golden hues. It was like a springtime oasis that threatened to calm even the angriest of animals. Things here felt suspended in time, in a moment you would want to catch in a bottle, and Proserpina was clearly a product of it all. The kalon easily recognized her the moment she came to his aid, for her name and reputation was known from nearly every corner of the world. His name was known as well, but not in the same way. Where Proserpina was radiant, delicate, and kind, this kalon was known as her opposite. Most people did not even utter his name.

He was lost in thought- why would she even help him? Then he felt her smaller frame try to slip under his side, trying to lift him. "You're going to hurt yourself..." The injured kalon, taking pity on Proserpina , did his best to stand without help. She was definitely stronger than she appeared to be, but he knew he was still just slightly too big for her to lift by herself. It wasn't easy to find his footing after laying still for so long. His muscles screamed in exhaustion, and not being able to use his injured leg put even more strain on them.
"You can lean on me, I promise I can handle it." He huffed, but gave in. He leaned on Proserpina , using her as a living crutch. "Good. Now, slow steps. We'll be there sooner than you know it." The duo hobbled forward at a slow but steady pace toward her Apothecary.

By the time they got to her Apothecary, night had fallen. They had taken several stops- one for her to light a lantern she now wore strapped to her neck, one for food, and others for the injured kalon to rest. Now that they were here, she helped him to a bed by her fireplace.

"You can rest now, Kolbyr."
The kalon was shocked. "So...you knew?" Proserpina , her eyes fluttering shut. She reached toward the kalon's eyes, tenderly removing the blindfold he had been wearing since she found him. "Nobody has eyes like yours."
His eyes met hers. In hers, a sweetness he had never been seen with, and in his, an underlying fear of being seen.
"Proserpina ..."

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