[qvril]

Username:
Kalon name:
Good element: 100 word max
Bad element: 100 word max
A situation in which they mix: 500 word AND/OR 2 art pieces max
Extra 1: Optional; 250 words, OR 1 more art piece
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[KorekiyoShinguji]

i hope this is good!!!!
Username: KorekiyoShinguji
Kalon name: Lumos
Good element: They're a very generous Kalon and will help those in need.
Bad element: They're not very polite when speaking and have a hard time with using kind words.
A situation in which they mix:

“Take it,” the Kalon hissed. You looked down at the shiny ring they were offering you and shook your head.

“Lumos, I can’t take this,” you said, pushing it back to them. Lumos let out a hiss and pushed it back to you with a paw.

“Yes, you can. Now take it,” Lumos said with annoyance in their voice. You knew though that they weren’t really annoyed.
You and Lumos had known each other for a while. Though Lumos would never call your relationship a ‘friendship’, that’s what it was. Lumos was just a very, very private Kalon. You knew they couldn’t help it, considering their past, so you never held their behavior against them. And you also knew that on the inside, Lumos was grateful for your patience with them.

Lumos’ ear twitched and pushed the ring closer to you. “I know that you wanted this one for your collection, so take it. Now.” You chuckled gently. To someone else, that would have sounded needlessly aggressive. But to you, you knew they were just trying their best to convince you to take such a wonderful gift. With a sigh, you put your paw on the gift and pulled it towards yourself.

“Fine, fine, I’ll take it,” you giggled more. You could see a faint blush on Lumos’ face. “Thank you, Lumos.” They blushed deeper.
“…J-just take it home and put it with the others already, I don’t want you to lose it.”

Extra 1: Lumos may or may not have magical powers of the shapeshifting kind; however, due to how guarded they are about their life, no one knows for sure!

[♔Voltaire♔]

Mark <3

[justamindset]

Username: DragonOfEmber
Kalon name: Micha
Good element: Soft hearted
Bad element: turns things to gold when angry.
A situation in which they mix: Micha stood by the operating table, gripping tightly to the needle that would soon be used. Beneath her grip, the metal bent. 'Wait,' She thought to herself, 'Metal??' Micha sighed, realizing that she'd once again turned a necessary operation tool into gold. Quickly, she pulled out another sterilized needle, glancing around to ensure no one saw yet another one of her slip-ups. If she kept this up, she wouldn't be able to stay in the operating room any more, as the hassle of buying more stock and keeping more items available was taxing on the small veterinary clinic.
"Micha, I need that needle now." Said the head operator, and she quickly scurried over to hand the device to him. "Thank you," He told her, keeping focused on the creature in front of him. Micha sighed in relief.

Micha pocketed the gold needle with the intention of selling it later in an attempt to gain money to replace it ten-fold. She'd have to tell the secretary - the person who dealt with all the financial workings and stock of the small clinic - but for now, Micha wanted to hide her embarrassment.
Extra 1: Optional; 250 words, OR 1 more art piece

wip~

[chanhee.]

Username: raywood
Kalon name: june
Good element: 100 word max
Bad element: 100 word max
A situation in which they mix: 500 word AND/OR 2 art pieces max
Extra 1: Optional; 250 words, OR 1 more art piece

[ARKYQ]

Mark

[Knickknacks]

oh, GOSH, mark!

[Cyrano]

Username: s-simplicity
kalon name: Ilon
gender: female
FORM

A saint bestowed with zealous ire

Whose burnished heart pumps holy fire

Can only offer peerless joy

To those who kiss her gilded pyre

[epilogue]

ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧
𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮

Username:
feral.

Kalon name:
hercules

Good element:
compassion [100/100]

Bad element:
too strong for his own good [100/100]

A situation in which they mix:
trying to be hero, ends up hurting someone instead [[art]

Extra 1:
Optional; 250 words, OR 1 more art piece

[76heart]

ahh I didn't see the closing post until right after I had finished, I'm so sorry six! best of luck judging, I know this darling will go to a perfect home<3



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An Element Of Bad
She is impulsive, and wishes to spread her wings and be free of the hold her mother has had over her for as long as she could remember. Her mother is unable to relinquish that control, and it has caused the ruin of their relationship. Eirele doesn't think before she does something, and she has to come crawling back before her mother pulls her back with chains. Sometimes her mother will do nothing, simply wait and punish her that way, which has only forced it beyond repair. She's a mother when she needn't be, and not a mother when she needs to be.

An Element Of Good
She is repentant, and will always come back and fix her wrong doings when she realizes she has committed them, to a point. She will not apologize for something she did not do, for a horror someone else committed. She will give her apology even if she was in the right, and admit where she was wrong after she has had some time to think, but she will go no further than that if the other is to blame as well. Eirele knows herself and her impulses, and knows when she needs to fix the aftermath of a thoughtless choice.

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How long ago had it been? One year? Twenty? Ten thousand? One hundred? Ten? She had no idea. Time worked differently here, in this godly prison, in this set of chains. It blurred together, slurred hours into years like a drunken fool slurred one word to the next. It was in a different plane, tied to all others, where times of every place, every realm came together, flowing freely, mixing, warping the world and it's ever changing sense of time. She had no way of knowing how long it had been, not even the number of breaths he took could properly measure; the air was different here, and breaths came slow. At least she thought they did, time could have changed how long that felt too.

All she knew was that she had left, she had wanted to see the day the stars fell, the day where they shot across the sky in arcs of shimmering white. She was named after one falling star, why shouldn't she want to see the others? She needed no other reason than that to see them. Her mother had told her no, that this time would not be like the others, that she couldn't just leave and come back when she finally thought her plan through, that she couldn't just return to her mother and be within the safety of her arms again. Eirele hadn't listened, her mother's threats had long since lost their bite, but this time she should have listened, should have thought. This time the bite was real.

She saw the first star, and then the next thing she knew, she woke up here, in this timeless prison. Her mother's timeless prison. The details changed and shifted, but her mark remained ever the same.

It wasn’t the first time an elder god of her pantheon had clipped their daughter’s wings, nor was it the worst punishment that had been given. A grandfather, a guardian of a mountain land, had cursed his granddaughter, because she strayed out of his reach. Her curiosity had taken her farther than he could go, and he cursed her to be powerless if she were ever forgotten, and forgotten she soon was, her flowers of sun soon fading from the memories of the people she was made to protect, leaving her helpless and alone in her prison above the clouds, unable to help them as they suffered. He had been too set in his primitive ways, in his own power, in times of thousands of years long since passed, and had cut her wings before she could forge a new path, before she could take his power from him. He was like her mother, except it was the control her mother couldn’t let go. It was control of her that she couldn’t allow to leave from her grasp.
She was too entwined with her own delusions and notions of power to let her go, and so she had cut her wings, so she could never fly too close to the sun and be lost to her forever. She had cut her wings just as she had begun to fly. She was a mother bird who could not fathom that it was time for her hatchlings to leave the nest.

It felt like only moments ago that she had arrived here, but she knew that an insurmountable amount of time had passed, or merely none at all.

Finally though, something changed, and she was home, at the door's to her mother's room.

They opened, and there she was, standing tall, as if she had never held the weight of the world upon her shoulders.
"So the prodigal daughter returns at long last." Her voice was cold, empty, even.
"I'm sorry mother, you were right. I shouldn't have left."
"No, you sh-" It grew firm, lashing out with a controlled venom she had grown quite familiar with.
"But I can't stay here either."
That caught her off guard, and gave her pause. Her eyes narrowed, and she watched closely, gaze searching for her daughter's next move.
"You imprisoned me to make a point, why would I stay with you? Why would I let you do that to me? I'm not staying. You can't chain me anymore." Eirele straightened, standing taller, ignoring the ache in her body from having been chained for so long.
"I did it for you, to stop you from doing reckless." Her mother's voice was sharp, her head turning away, not quite able to meet her gaze.
"No, you did it for you, and that is why I'm leaving."