[Mythicalbeast]

(Karinta )
"You see the star is what keeps me going"

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"With beauty, there comes pain"

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"Hello mother, I'm so happy to see you
again.It's been forever. Why are you crying? I'm here now
please mother, stop crying we are a family again!

With those words her mother vanished.
It was just a dream. Looking up at the moon
she saw a butterfly head twords it. She assumed the
Butterfly was her mother and tears riled down her face.

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Karinta's Birth

After long hours a baby kalon was born on the side of a beach side at a proximity 2:26am. She had long flowing hair that was the color of the stars, her marks where swirls that reminded you of a dragonfly's wings. The kolan's eyes where as pure as the river at night as the moon shined down from the sky, and the currents came in calm. Sudley out of the blue, you could hear a a voice of the mother Kalon. Then the noice stopped, it was completely quite. Tuning your head you see the mother laying in a pool of blood. She had died just a few minutes after giving birth.
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The Stranger

A calming voice came from the dark forest. Looking up you could see a kalon, he had a scar across his left eye. His tail was cut short almost as if something had ripped it off. His claws where fairly sharp, yet his right eye was glossy. He came up to where karinta lay and wrapped his body around her keeping her warm, and trying to keep her quite so she didn't draw any preditors out into the open. When he Karinta woke up, she didn't cry. She felt safe in this strangers presents, and from then on Karinta and the Stanger names Sentic lived together.
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On her own

Karinta is smelling her favorite flower when she turns her head and notices that Sentic is on the ground with his eyes shut. Karinta was only 1 and a half years old, not really knowing anything. She got up and got up and went into a playful croutch. She then leaped batting at his leg, but there was no mivemtpnt. She then sat up and titled her head. It was very stange, why wasn't Sentic playing back, or moving. She then tied her head to wear his heart was and there was no sound. He had passed from a heat stroke. She layer beside him wanting to wake him up, but he wouldnt. It had been 2 days since her "father" died. She had put stones on him so the pretitors would get his body. Tears still falling to the ground she walked away from the home she had known all her life. She knew she would have one day, but she didn't expect it to be this soon.
After a year passed Karinta was very frail and hungrey. She wasn't the best Hunter in the world. Starving and thirsty she walked to a small stream where a couple of minnows swam. She caught them in her mouth and gulped them down, but it wasn't enough. She had to find food! She tilted her snout in the air and smelled a dead carcass. She fallowed the smell to where a body of a dead bird lay. She didn't care how it died, she just gulped it down to fill her belly. Once she was done she took a nap, but that didn't last long. With a flutter of her eyes she woke up to see anouther kolan standing in front of her. He was hassle because she was in his teritory. She looked around, but he had got her tail making sure she wound exscap. She explain the miss understanding and he nooded. He then looked at her body and told her to wait. She liss end because she was tough to. A couple mines later he came back with some food and gave it to her. She thanked him and he gave her a place to sleep. From that day on they where friends.
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Karinta's Hopes and Dreams

"One day I hope to be among the stars, to see my family, friends and all my love one's that are gone from this world."
She wishes she can see her loved ones, one more time before she makes a wrong decision and never gets to find what she was after. She hopes that one day when she's older she might see her father and get to know him. When she was little as I had told you her mother had passed shortly after birth and that left her not knowing where or who is her father. Was he alive? Is he nice? What does he look like and act like? That would probably be her most desired hope. Who could blame her, she has lost every one she loves, she just hopes if she finds the right Kalon that he won't leave her. He will always be there? But seeing how all the loved ones had vanish she has little hope and one day it will shatter her world.

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[ShadowOfTheBird]

Res~

[Gingy Tea]

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Username:
Peachy Tea

Kalon Name:
Adélaïde Valentine Dufour

Name meaning:
Adélaïde:
In French the meaning of the name Adelaide is: Nobility.

Valentine:
French feminine form of Valentinus. From the Roman cognomen
Valentinus which was itself from the name Valens meaning "strong,
vigourous, healthy" in Latin. Saint Valentine was a 3rd-century martyr.
His feast day was the same as the Roman fertility festival of Lupercalia,
which resulted in the association between Valentine's day and love.
As an English name, it has been used occasionally since the 12th century.

Dufour:
Occupational name for a baker, from French four "oven"

Gender:
Female

Heritage:
French

Occupation:
Time Traveling Assasin
(I know it sounds very strange, but I have a whole story
idea for her and Sereine)

Assasin Name:
Le Silhouete

Best Friend (fellow Assassin):
Sereine "Le Sirine" (Kiamara)

Time Period she was born in:
1940's

Likes:
*Black/Grey/White Clothes | *Red/Burgundy lipstick
*Lace | *Pearls | *Hats | *Trench Coats | *Heels
*Her Job | *Sereine | *Wax sealed letters | *Mysteries
*Kicking butt | *Helping others in need | *Le Voyage Dans La Lune

Dislikes:
*People in power | *Corrupt people
*Hypocrisy | *Blood stains
*Taking advantage of the weak and defenseless
*Eduard Lefevre!!

Written Piece:
"Hopes and Dreams? More like the nightmare that consumes my sleep.
If you want to know what I want most in life, we need to start with my
origin. I was born in Merseille, France to Margaret and Albert Dufour.
For generations my family were nothing but bakers, but that all changed
when my Albert met my Margaret. You see Margaret was the daughter of a
French Mobster named François Pelletier. She met Albert and they fell in
love.. blah blah blah.. It was a forbidden love since Albert was so poor
and Margaret had been promised in marriage to another mobster, Eduard
Lefevre. So Albert and Margaret decided to run away together. They moved
to Marseille and lived a very quiet life. A few years later, baby Adélaïde was
born. Even though we were poor, we had a very happy family life. Everything
was perfect. Then suddenly our "perfect" shattered. Shattered like bullets
piercing through a glass window. When I was 13 my parents were murdered
in front of my eyes. I survived only due to my parents hiding me in a closet.
For years Eduard had been looking for my parents. He hunted them down and
ripped our world apart like a hungry wolf. He was angry, disgraced and
embarassed that my mother had left him for a lowly baker.
So if he couldn't have her.. no one could. I lived on the streets until I
was 18. Then one day I tried pick-pocketing a pocket watch from a man.
I did not succeed. Turns out the man worked for an organization called
The Shadow Dimension. They offered me a home, a family and a skill set
that I would use to hunt down the animal that killed my parents.
It was through The Shadow Dimension that I met my best friend and sister,
Sereine. She has been helping me track Eduard ever since. I'm now 21
and he is still my only goal and priority in life. You want to know what
my dream is? To kill the monster who haunts my nightmares.."

Art (Extra):

(I tried to make her design into a necklace)
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[carpe]

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username: pangurbanka
name: Astra [ short for Astraea - greek goddess of justice and innocence ]
gender: female

xxxAstra is a flower growing hobbyist and gardening addict. She's been awestruck and obsessed with flowers and plants ever since she was a little kit. One of her earliest childhood memories of flowers is of a prized rose bloom she took from her neighbor's yard to give to her mother. She was too young to understand, but she cried rivers of tears when her mother made her return that beautiful flower with the soft petals to the nice neighbor lady.

xxxAs a child, Astra's passion for growing was nurtured by her grandmother who taught her how to grow strawberries and all about old-fashioned favourites like irises or peonies.

xxxHer hope is to one day open a flower farm for others to experience the joy of walking through the flower fields and harvesting blooms. Astra wants to connect kalons with the beauty and the magic of nature. She loves the way flowers bring kalons together and make kalons smile.

[ 158 words ;; 894 characters ]
/ extra art by me

[0Zero0]

I have a question about this rule

- limit of one art piece OR one 1000 word writing piece to answer the main prompt + one art or 500 word extra

does this mean :
1 art piece + one art or 500 words
or
1000 words + one art or 500 words.

if the above is the case doesn't that mean the top decision is redundant? I mean if I can just do an art piece with 1000 words, why have the limitation of only 500?

thanks.

[jules_]

It means to answer the main prompt of "what is their hopes and dreams" you may make one art piece or a 1000 word piece of writing

And then if you want to add on one extra of your choice, that extra can either be one more art piece or a 500 word writing piece


This contest will also be extended to August 25th at 9pm est

[hakuu]

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username:: hakuu
kalon's name:: sebastiene
kalon's gender:: female
option:: 1000 word writing
+ art piece as the extra.
**coding, art, and
writing are by myself.
{song inspiration}

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sometimes, even scissors could be used as nail clippers. things were tough; i had to get by with the tools
of the trade of poverty. i myself used the charred ends of matchsticks for eyeliner, stained my lips with
pigmented foods, and pinched my cheeks for an everlasting blush.

pointless, isn't it?

by day, i was 'normal,' parading around like a woman of the roaring twenties should, being polite, kind
and 'ladylike,' so they said. yet, by night, i was a glittering goddess; i'd fallen into the bandwagon of
flapper trends and fashion, but it wasn't anything petty or to just be a part of the crowd.

i wanted so badly to be the 'it girl.' the one in all the films, the one loved by all, the one who would be
fawned over by men until every hair fell out of her head.

tonight was another one of those nights. i, being a single class above those living on the streets, sat down on my ripped stool and looked forward at myself through the shattered mirror of a dusty vanity table i'd found out by the curb. i didn't mind it being cracked, it did its job just fine, so what was there to be disappointed about?

i lit a candle i'd been given as a gift on one of those nights where i was a glittering goddess; who i was during the day was a lowly fool. i set down the smoking match to use in a bit, grabbing my scissors up again with a sigh. sometimes getting ready was tedious.

in an hour or so, i was departing my small apartment, desperately wanting to get away from this dilapidated structure. i had mixed feelings about it. it did what it was supposed to, but it wasn't what i thought i deserved. hopefully, a filmmaker would be there tonight, to recruit me and take me away to a life of stardom.

i shook my head and laughed at myself at that thought, as what filmmaker in their right mind would come to a dirty, rundown bar/ballroom in this sector of town? shouldn't i just have fun? isn't that the key to being successful, doing it for fun and not for show? i cleared my head again, walking down the street with the most expensive things i owned. i saved up for them real well, i'd say. a nice navy flapper dress, heels, a headdress, necklace, long gloves, and a silver-tipped cigarette holder. i scrounged up every bit of money i could find for these items; i worked so hard for them. sometimes, before i had each one, i'd go with an incomplete outfit. sometimes, barefoot, sometimes, without a head accessory, and sometimes with a withdrawal from having no cigarettes.

i will say one thing seriously, and that is that i believe that i'm quite good at dancing. maybe that's what gave me this haughty and superior attitude in the first place?

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tonight, i am sebastiene. not anyone else, not my poor self. i am a woman of beauty and elegance, and i talk with a trans-atlantic english accent, and dance like no one's ever seen. but behind that, sometimes i just can't help but think that this isn't who i really, truly am. but even with actors on the big screen, isn't that true as well?

another particularly handsome man approaches me, and we begin to swing dance. mid spin; i feel deceitful, mid turn; i feel like im wronging him. but i continue moving to the beat, swinging my hips, letting my braid fly along with me, feathered headdress waving with the velocity of my moves. i shut my eyes. i can't be questioning anymore. i have to be sebastiene.

the song quickly comes to a close, and i waltz away a bit, placing my hand on my hips, and turning around to be a tease. "is that all you've got, darlin'?" i say with a mocking smirk, taking a drag of my cigarette and puffing out the smoke haughtily. i click my tongue and waltz away with swaying hips, back to the table with my friends, as everyone cheers in a ragtag sort of way.

even if it wasn't ideal, i still really liked what i did. i was content with it, but later, i knew i might grow out of it and desire more. maybe i was within the transition stage now?

some might say that im shallow for putting up this front, but really, i am both sebastiene the flapper, and myself at home. but you have to dig under sebastiene to get to her soft side, just like anyone else, right? i always second guessed what i said.

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dreams, to me, are often sometimes unrealistic, and become more realistic as you grow. and by more realistic, i mean sadly dumbed down for lack of opportunity, for lack of jobs, for lack of willingness to work so damn hard to get where you want to be.

i slipped off my shoes and headdress and necklace and gloves, falling backwards into my bed as the creaky mattress let loose a bunch of dust and noises. almost comfortably, i shut my eyes and let my head not to the side, with my silvery hair in a tangle.

i often felt like letting my dream go. maybe for the reasons i listed earlier, but some nights, as i glanced out the window into the city lights and at the pale moon, it's glittering galaxies all around it, i made up analogies in my mind. could we be the stars, all glittering and glorious? with our talents and beauteous characteristics, the moon being our dreams, and we, haphazardly scattered around it, reaching for it in vain?

...the diary entry from years ago said, as i held the dusty book in my paws.

"sebastiene! it's time!" my assistant shouted.

and i walked out onto the set with glitter in my wake and a small crowd to please.

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[makima]

username: southerns
kal name: karina
kal gender: female
karina's hopes and dreams are to be set free. to live her life. she's been stuck in prison ever since her father was taken here.

[carpe]

good luck!

[hxneystorm]

ah, good luck everyone when the judging starts!!