[dogshvntdogs]

username + ID: dogshvntdogs + 1138308
kalon name:
prompt:

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[luvarien]

an extension has been requested, so the new end date is rollover on the 7th -> 8th! <3

[~valentine~]

mark!

[Midnight Tails]

username + ID: Midnight Tails + 308233
kalon name: Shiloh Akuruhi Échelart, nickname is Ruhi
Shiloh means "peaceful/tranquil" or "pacificator", Akuruhi means "the next day" or "the following day"
prompt:

Oh brother, he breathed in deep, I'm not sure how much longer I can do this, Shiloh trembled, the silence in response, as always, was deafening, the world felt so much larger, more dangerous now, but he had to do his best, remain strong, for his brother, so that when he gets back, he will tousle my hair, tell me I did good, that all will be okay, that there was a very good reason for his absence, and hug me like he once did; I wouldn't have to worry about anything again for he would handle it, and it will all go back to the way things were. Deep down he partially knew this an incredulous belief, but he couldn't help himself, the alternative too hard to process, let alone cope with.

The moment had been ordinary, until it wasn't, the gentle sleepy peace rebelliously shattering, as if to mock everything their kingdom stood for, all effort their eldest brother had gone to, maintaining it all, it was so fragile a creature, this peace, that it felt like the moment Lorien had disappeared, was the moment peace became lost to them.
"What do you mean he's missing? I spoke to him just this morn!", but a panic was fingering at his chest, insidiously, lingering, clawing, "Where is Father?" a small hope, "I must go to him." he didn't simply leave, he tore through the halls, desperate, with immense urgency, Father would know the most, it is simply a misunderstanding, he whimpered, a tiny sob of stress unintentionally releasing, and once he arrived, a small cry of dismay, for his Father was no longer attending Lorien's throne room as he had been told. "Someone please lead me to Father," for he just couldn't keep going in that moment without support, even from someone he barely knew. Thus led to Lorien's bedchambers, oh, he is here? he questioned, unsure, panic transforming gently into dread that settled like rocks in his belly, and with much hesitance, he pushed open his brother's door; immediately he recoiled, for the wailing inside, and subsequent grief bombarding himself in waves, was immense. Father is crying? Not just crying, inconsolable? So- No, he couldn't let himself finish that thought, he pushed forward instead, and bit his lip upon seeing the scene; Father upon brother's bed kneeling to something unseen, begging, pleading...he was not in a state to be talked to, but Shiloh had to try, tentatively, "Father?", whom whirled about, a sudden grip on his shoulders, "Ah, that hurts!" Shiloh protested, "You know the news?! Lorien is gone!" "Gone where?" he suggested, hoping against hope, "GONE!", Shiloh flinched at the yell, but more so flinched at what he was being told. "No. No. I don't believe you, No, he is coming back!" He fled before he could hear the response.

"You must remember my investment," he coughed, muttering about loyalty, Shiloh felt a sickness rising in his chest, then throat, ugh, couldn't he just run away? go now and never look back? find him? The horrible man before him sniffed miserably, but if Lorien returned in my absence, or what if the kingdom fell to further disaster or disarray from lack of me? But he was not his brother, noone was, the sum of all their parts combined could not make up for that...and it is slowly falling apart regardless as siblings scramble for power.
I miss you, please... He took a sharp, chilling intake of breath, everything felt like grains of sand falling through his fingers, no matter how much he clutched them, they fell inevitably.
"Investment does not equate to land." Shiloh sighed out.
How long must he hold out? How long must he wait?
The pressure has been...continues to be, unbearable...
He hadn't understood what had happened at first, how could he have? Eldest brother was perfect, infallible, beloved by all, what did they mean he was gone? Even after time has passed, he couldn't truly accept their verdict, he wasn't coming back, that he wasn't here anymore, no, not true, can't be, all I have to do is hold everything together and wait...he will return.
Somewhere in the distance, a frustrated cry cannot be heard, blocked by cursed magic.

Word Count: 706
[url]Guest appearance Lorien[/url]
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[joonghyuk]

MARK

[FluffyBirdie]

FluffyBirdie 750079 | Kara | 750 / 750

Kara was destined to marry Arctic. It was part of her bloodline. Unavoidable. The old god of the icy northern country always had a bride, though he vanished eons ago, disappeared without warning, and foretold to reappear again in much the same manner. He must have a bride if... when he appears again. Why? Why a bride? There was no answer -- none time could share.

Kara was destined to marry Arctic. And she was excited about it, when she was younger. The little kalon dreamt about how kindly he would treat her, giggled with her friends about how he might look like, and anguished with every day that he wasn't here. Generations of girls set aside for him, though he never appeared. Generations of waiting...waiting...waiting...

Kara was destined to marry Arctic. And she fumed about it, now that she's older. She could never marry. Never date. Never fall in love. Not when she already had a husband set for her, a husband who would never appear and shower her with pearls, a husband who didn't even exist! What prophecy was this, set to leave the girls of her family without a partner, while they watched as friends and relatives met their other half? What kind of tradition was this, when no one knows why this god somehow couldn't be without a wife, but he could leave generations of wives alone? How selfish was this Arctic? How deserving of a partner was he, if he never even cared to be here?

Kara had enough. She wasn't going to wait anymore, not for a myth. And so on the Festival of Rebirth, the festival celebrating when gods supposedly awoken and the festival where her heart broke every year, she fled. She ran like she never had before, away from her city, away from the home of that unreal god, and found a new home. One more free. More warm. One that didn't know who she is, what her bloodline entailed. And one where she could find love.

It was difficult. She was not independent. Not very. And she was nervous. Very nervous. In the rush to leave, she hadn't fully realised the effort in living alone, away from everyone who could support her. In the rush to leave, she arrived with nothing. But that word, nothing... it was freeing. She arrived with nothing. No worries of a supposed husband looming over her. No family to please. No worries, at least not from her old life.

She fretted about finding a new place to live. A place to work. A group to be with. And these worries were new and refreshing, making her think in ways she never had to before, and experiment and grow in whatever ways she wanted. Years passed. Learnings were had. And as the stresses of life settled, and she found herself resting, there he was... someone to be with.

Kara was destined to marry Hosea. That she was certain. He wasn't the type to shower her with pearls or sweep her off her feet, nor did he look like the kalon she joked about in her youth. But he did treat her kindly, in his own awkward way. He did love her, even more than the god of her past daydreams. He was there through her tears. There to work out differences. And he never left her waiting.

The day when the pair confirmed that they have found the one for them... Kara had never felt such deep joy.


It was a year now into their marriage when the air... shifted. An icy breeze ran through their house. A breeze not meant to exist in warmer countries. And as Kara went into the living room, fear prickling at the back of her mind, there was Hosea, curled up, struggling by the kitchen, Kara next to him, holding his shoulder, yelling his name, his shoulder cold, too cold, too cold--

A blast of ice. A deep chill that cut into her soul. And as she lifted her head unsteadily, and looked upon the kalon now in her home, the pieces clicked. The Festival of Rebirth. Today. They never celebrated it -- Kara hated it -- and it was another ordinary day to them. Another ordinary day, as Kara stared at the god of the Arctic north, awoken, reborn, real. Another ordinary day, as Kara's world flipped and the fear in her mind now forefront and clawing at her heart.

Kara was destined to marry Arctic.

Kara was destined to marry Arctic.

[Ucanthandleme]

username + ID: Ucanthandleme + 809102
kalon name: Orchid
prompt: (613/750)

A new world was born. New lands and creatures sprouting from every corner of the world, some would quickly perish, while others would thrive in the changing landscape. It was not simply survival of the fittest, rather it was a chase to claim the new land and thrive in its untouched resources. Such a fresh world was unique, the creation a rare once in a lifetime act of the universe. Other worlds, other creatures, waited with baited breathes. They hoped once the world settled the creatures that populated its habitats were weak, naive, easily pushed aside so that they could gain control of a new worlds resources.

Even before the world had settled battles began in others. However, if the world was lucky, unfortunate for the other inhabitants but also a blessing preventing its invasion, creatures of cruelty were sometimes born. Whether they were forged in inhospitable landscapes, or fought to the death for resources, the birth of such creatures were rare in a new world but not unheard of. In the case of this blossoming world such a being was born.

A cruel naivety. It did not understand why crushing a bug was so saddening nor destroying its home. It simply treated other creatures as a breath, an ant to squish with no consequence. Powerful, untouchable, the top of the food chain, that was its role, nothing less nothing more. The first invasion of a winning world was met with destruction, their vessels of war, their weapons of conquer, their minds of control, all of it dust in the wind at with mearly a wave at it fingertips. Yet other woulds seemed to have unbridled confidence or perhaps this was simply a last ditch for resources for their dying world, yet just like the first it left not even a shred of their failure behind.

The new world survived. Life flourished and it simply wandered the world in a daze, yet, slowly thought formed. ‘What was it purpose, where were others like it’, so many questions and a lack of answers. Overtime it formed its purpose, to keep a balance of their world and with that it too realized only one could serve this purpose, one overseer for the world. Loneliness, longing, sadness, these emotions swirled and left them angry and frustrated. They began destroying things to release their pent up emotions but soon regretted at the sorrowful cries of the creatures below. To fulfill its purpose, to remain alone, was to much for them to bare, yet, its creation, its survival was needed for the life of every other.

It slumbered, only awakening when the world went through important changes, natural catastrophes, invaders and wars. This time its awakening was different, the breathe of an invader but one which did not bring war. Instead it was gentle, calming, a smiling face. They came to their body and told them stories of other worlds, the skies they had seen, lives they had lived, ends they had passed. This was another life, in this one they chose to remain for the tortured lonely soul.

A name, Orchid, a flower which swayed in the meadows of their first world, a special, unique, one of a kind name gifted to them. However, as seasons change life does too, the invader, no, the warm soul which lived by their side joined the wind in one last melody of nature. Orchid wept, a torrent streamed down into the world and perhaps in the moment the world finally decided their burden deserved a release. A new race born to fulfill their role, and Orchid, they went in search of the next incarnation of that warm, comforting soul.

[Cheeb]

just marking to watch!! love this design <3

[luvarien]

one last extension has been requested (it was before rollover i just didn't see until now oTL) - this'll be the last extension granted for this kal! it'll now end at rollover on the 10th -> 11th <3

[luvarien]

this is now closed! (if you saw me post this too early before,, shhh akbdnsvd)

mann y'all did not make this easy ToT all the entries have been an absolute delight, and i thank you all for the effort you've put into them!! i'd like to give out some hms to some entries that stood out to me in particular;
strawberryy, ⚡︎ s t a t i c, Loadingconstella, & alphanea! i thought all your entries were lovely in some way or another, and all were a joy to read through <3

that said, i'd like to announce the winner as Melonbread! i was so thoroughly enamoured by the worldbuilding present throughout your writing and the accompanying comic, i found myself coming back to it several times whilst judging. the spinners' history and the image painted of h-s070 is so fascinating to me, and i really loved the way of presenting it through the investigation logs! i hope you enjoy winaruz & i'd love to see more of what you develop for his story later down the line! <33