[Streak]

Mark with running from the government

Name concepts:
Walker?

I live for criminal kals

[76heart]

tentative mork <3

ysra???

[epilogue]

For the longest time now, this kal has been running. From something? Somewhere? Or perhaps they're running towards something instead?

mark owo

[crashedOut]

[Prompt: For the longest time now, this kal has been running. From something? Somewhere? Or perhaps they're running towards something instead?]

Rename: Rico

Rico’s situation is quite the conundrum. He lives in the same experience as if something kept moving further away as you went towards it. The reason? Even he doesn’t know. Yet, he keeps running. He simply doesn’t stop. “Run, run, run.” His mind is stuck on a loop. He keeps running, as if he just started. Rico hasn’t grown tired.

But what is it that we don’t know, yet he does?

He’s running both to and from the future ahead of him. Rico wishes to grow and mature, living life as a normal Kalon. Even then, the thoughts of what is yet to come haunt him. He continues to ask himself questions. “How will I behave?” Or “Who will I come across throughout my life?” Even with these questions bothering him as long as he could remember, he still keeps a gentle smile. He values his friends, and the time he gets to spend with them. Rico never grows tired of the precious moments he has with them, cherishing every second of it. “The future cannot take this from me now.” He would tell himself. Even if it may not end this way...
Run, run, run.

Extra:

”The future cannot take this from me now.”

[lucas tazmily]

mark

[Lady Mascaraed]

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PROMPT
For the longest time now, this kal has been running. From something? Somewhere? Or perhaps they're running towards something instead?

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SHENANDOAH
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Meaning; Beautiful daughter of the stars (Algonquian); the name of a river and valley in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virgina, renowned for its pristine beauty.

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3 years old
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Female
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Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance)
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Prompt
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Ive grown tired of walking on the path chosen for me. We all should choose our own path, but the Tribe Princess has her path chosen for her. I ran away from my Tribe about two weeks ago, I have no clue where I’m running to, but I had a dream. A dream that told me to go North, that there is a Kalon waiting for me. I know every dream has a meaning, but the dream I had was so hard to understand. I’ve longed to go on an adventure. The hardest part was leaving my family and friends behind.
There’s no easy way to go. There’s no turning back either. My father chose a lover for me who I am not in love with. After my mother died, father became more distant. I’ve grown fond of the forest that my tribe lives in, I know every rock and tree has a spirit and has a name. The Kalon I was supposed to find resembled the night, her name was Aristotle. A dream guide.
Three weeks have gone by and I’m still heading North to the place where we call Dream Cavern resides, Aristotle will be there. I’ve thought why I’m running towards her and I know she will help me find what I’m looking for. Paradise.
I’ve encountered many creatures along my way; bears, cougars, domestic cats, wolves, eagles, domestic dogs, mice and many more! A white mouse by the name of Caneadea. Meaning; Where the heavens lay upon the earth, the horizon (Iroquois); The country name, Canada, is derived from this name.
We ended up becoming best friends fast and she ended up coming with me along my journey. As we continued North stopping to rest only when the moon hung in the night sky and the stars lit the night sky. I finally found the reason on what I’m running to. It’s not paradise, it was much deeper than that. I was running to a place that would allow me to choose my own path, my own lover, a place where I can find myself. I never stopped thinking about my tribe, I know that I may end up returning to my tribe, if and when I think I’m ready.
I wondered how my father was doing. I wondered how my friend Mai was doing who happened to be a coyote and what’s funny is that her name means coyote.
We finally reached Dream Cavern, as we entered a midnight Kalon awaited inside. Her back was turned from the entrance as she sat across the crystal pool within the cavern, she spoke softly, “I see you have made your way here Princess Shenandoah.” Shenandoah slowly walked towards the dream guide as she replied, “Yes. I was hop—” Aristotle interrupted her, “you were hoping I could tell you what your dream means.” Aristotle paused a moment as she continued examining the paintings on the caverns wall. She smiled gently as she continued to speak, “your dream was telling you that you needed to leave your tribe to find yourself. You will get the answers you need at Starfall Dream waterfall, keep heading north, you will see tooth mountains, you will then go over the mountains until you come across Sacred River, from there you will cross the river. After the river you will see Starfall Dream waterfall. You will need to look into the waterfalls pool of water and the answers will become clear.”

I thought a cliff hanger would be a neat idea for this girl. I have Native American in me!

[allu]

big wip, if you see this just ignore my form lol

ideas

names?? - alistair/rhys/alaric/elijah/elwyn

running from himself
made some sort of major past mistake (murder??)
maybe multiple mistakes
afraid of what he's done
afraid of himself tbh
needs to come to terms with his past
wants a better future

image credits - x - x - x

[sillies]

music for this section

No one in the village of Ellojorn knew what Gurjin had done. He was safe here. For now. But with him there, the townsfolk weren't safe.

[FangirlTrash]

For the longest time now, this kal has been running. From something? Somewhere? Or perhaps they're running towards something instead?



Ytsen let out a long heavy breath, the cool crisp air gave it a cloudy texture as it flew over and around his head. The soft meadow stretched itself in front of him and never seemed to end. This caused his stomach to roll as dread tingled through his body. No, no, no, his mind echoed as he looked backward. The view was not very pleasant unlike what lied before the young boy. The grass was green and luminous up until it reached a wave of brown weeds eating everything in sight. His pupils shrunk with fear. Ytsen tried to move but couldn’t move his legs. Grinding his teeth and muttering something under his breath, he desperately screamed at himself to move. The wasteland was getting closer, the flowers seemed to hide their pretty little faces.

GO YOU FOOL!

Ytsen shot up in his bed, clinging onto the cloak he was using as a blanket. The dream slowly seeped away from his mind to only leave him with his heart pounding for no good reason. He wasn’t falling back to sleep anytime soon so he grabbed a bag of chips that sat on his bed stand. The TV gave his face a warm glow. Nothing could get his mind off the dreadful thoughts dreams always seemed to give him. He would forget the pleading faces. Forget the leather tops and matching boots his comrades wore. Those he left behind would slip from his mind. He knew volunteering would take everything away that he once loved, but he foolishly ignored the warnings.

Roses decorated the neglected garden. Through the weeds the piercing thrones reached out for him, begging for him to give up. With a quick motion Ytsen crushed the petals closest to him, smearing the red blood across the ground. His son with watery eyes told him exactly what he needed to hear.

WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK?

Ytsen with dark bags under his eyes gave the frosty trees a deep sigh. Placing his hand gently over his heart, the beats told him to think of a better time. His bed, however warm it may be, isn’t going to feed the livestock itself. Heading out to feed the hogs, he faintly heard the TV stammer something about a low chance of clear skies.

The soft meadow bowed before the wise Kalon. The sun gave him a content little smile as it reflected off his grey fur. Flowers frolicked and danced, spreading bright petals all around. Ytsen shivered as a cool gust of wind blew over his shoulders. He sauntered through the luscious green grass, not looking back. Almost running, no walking away from himself.



Word Count: 444 ✧ Divider Credit ✧ Best of Luck To All!

[Kiaa]

username: Kiaa
name: Nayavu (means "clay" in hopi)
gender: Male
prompt:
For the longest time now, this kal has been running. From something? Somewhere? Or perhaps they're running towards something instead?
Nayavu is running away from his future. Or at least the future that was created for him. One based on his bloodline. He is supposed to take over a small tribe. Being responsible for an entire tribe of people terrified him. He didn't see himself capable. He was barely able to take care of himself. How was he supposed to handle disputes? How was he supposed to provide for his tribe? What would he do if he failed? It could mean peoples lives... No, it's better he left. He was positive that they would find a leader. One that would help them prosper. He was just not the leader they needed... But you see, the problem with running away is that it doesn't fix anything. No, your problems chase you like demons becoming bigger and angrier over time. No place feels like home. You are always looking over your shoulder. Paranoid. If only he had known what running would have costed him...