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[SilentMelody]

username: silentmelody || kalon name: wynter

personality: wynter is fairly quiet and introverted, which is why they hide in the forest. people scare them, and they find others to be very intimidating. instead of living amongst others, they made the choice of living in the forest and coexisting with the trees. wynter does suffer from gad (general anxiety disorder) and mdd (major depressive disorder) -- they were diagnosed with both illnesses when they lived with other kalons as a young adult.

"who dares enter my forest?" a raspy voice hisses from the shadows, and wynter whips their head around quickly to face the stranger. a ragged old woman steps out and narrows her eyes at them, silently judging them with keen eyes.

for once, wynter is unable to speak or use their voice. they had only gotten lost on a camping trip, but now they would face the consequences for it.

"ah, dearie, you're unable to use your voice? perhaps it should always be like that, so you can watch your tongue," the witch snarls and snaps her fingers, a strange sensation simultaneously striking through wynter's body. they open their mouth, and a croaking sound is emitted. other than that, they are unable to make any other noise.

the old woman glares at them again and adds, "you may have some...side effects." with that, she disappears in smoke, and it wafts into the treetops before disappearing.

since then, wynter has been considered the forest monster. their appearance changed drastically, along with their muteness and opaque eyes. for anyone who has set their gaze on wynter, they are now mentally scarred and enternally scared of the forest.

perhaps, in a way, wynter is the guardian of the forest, and the protector of the witch's place.

[Gaycko]

"My people do not fear the unknown, for we are the unknown that walk these mountains."

One may think Dmitri Norvista has suffered a terrible accident, his eyes drained of color and life. Cloudy orbs that cannot see, but those people would be wrong. King of the mountains has never suffered from any great accident. The Norvista family walks the southern mountains and rules the frost bitten lands. Dmitri's eyes are the price that was paid to rule the mountains, a deal dating back to the very first Norvista to cross the mountains. In the very beginning of the kingdoms. Kodiak Norvista Dmitri's great, great, great, great grandfather had been traveling alone for seasons to find his people a home and his last hope was passing through the Tirus (Tie-russ) mountains to the other side.

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[Marsh]

"the clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness"
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username : marsh
name : moira abernathy
meaning : greek in origin meaning fate, share and destiny.
gender : female
sexuality : homoflexible
occupation : alchemist [medicinal and experimental]
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moira lives alone, and as a result of this doesn't get to talk to people as often as she would like. this means that whenever she gets the chance to talk to someone, it's very difficult to get her to stop talking once she's remembered how to talk again. her isolation means that whenever a passerby enters her forest, she'll drag them to her house offer them tea and ask them to talk about anything and everything. moira will listen to anything these visitors have to say, even if it is a hot-tempered rant, and will try to offer friendly advice. it's not always the most useful, but she does her best to work through whatever issues they may have.

this kalon is definitely the type to prefer to figure things out on their own before going to others for help, which is quite lucky since there aren't very many people nearby. she's always trying to come up with ways to make her life easier but especially when it comes to foraging for food or herbs, particularly because her blindness causes quite a major issue in most of her daily tasks. when moira is on her own, she has been known to mope around and procrastinate a lot. as someone that thrives off social interaction, she gets quite sad if not slightly depressed when she is confined to her own voice inside her head. despite this state she occasionally gets into, she does really love the peacefulness of the forest. she loves hearing the sounds of the wind through the trees, the birds calling from the branches and the sun beaming on her face at midday.

moira likes to think she has good people skills, and indeed she may have used to, but her lack of regular contact with others has made her lose her sense of tact and she has definitely not kept up with the trends so she sometimes finds it difficult to make conversation with those that have. there's no brain to mouth filter, so she often says what she thinks and forgets that it might be offensive. she definitely isn't one to like or even accept change and therefore makes no effort to keep up with technology. her house doesn't have internet and she doesn't own a landline, let alone a mobile phone. you may call her old fashioned, but moira much prefers to stay closer to nature than to even attempt to use the various new devices that are around.

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this day 8 years ago was the day my papa tried to teach me his trade. at the time, i foolishly refused to learn anything from him and it has been the biggest regret of my life. last week, however, i decided to follow in his footsteps when i found his alchemy journal and all of his tools in the shoebox he left for me before he died. my father was an alchemist and a very good one at that, he used to spend a lot of time travelling and demonstrating the art which he had learned from his own father. i think this is why initally I resented the trade and didn't listen to anything he had to say about it, because i was upset that he chose that over me. today i tried the first recipe in the book, and it did not go well. i would repeat the ingredients etc. here, but papa wouldn't want me to spread his own recipes around so i unfortuately cannot copy it over.

i set up the apparatus the way papa had sketched in his journal: a wood and coal fire underneath a small, porcelain bowl suspended from a tripod. inside the bowl, which had been blackened on the outside from years of use, i placed one of the strips of metal he had left in the shoebox for me. after fumbling around with the flint for a while, i eventually managed to get a spark from it the way my father taught me all those years ago. this was the part that went wrong. as soon as the spark landed amid the coal it caused a surge of incredibly bright flames and in suprise i fell back and hit my head. i don't remember much about what happened in between the incident and when i came to, but when i did it was around dusk and the fire had burnt itself out. i felt the back of my head where i had collided with the rock and my fingers brushed against a small patch of dried blood. at this point i must admit that i sulked and went on a long walk around the forest into the early hours of the morning before i returned to where my accident had occured and cleared everything up.

here i conclude that the coal must have had an impurity to cause it to burn so brightly, perhaps a magnesium reserve within, and in attempting to light the fire i ended up causing a minor chemical fire. i'm making sure to note that i shouldn't use coal from that particular area of the forest ever again unless i'm looking to make incredibly bright flames, it could definitely work as a useful party trick at some point.




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i didn't write yesterday because i was a little bit too busy to do so, following this will be the brief summary of why. when i woke up on the twelth, i didn't notice anything at first but as soon as i started reading through my father's journal i noticed a dark spot in my vision which didn't seem to go no matter what i tried. i dropped the journal and probably avoided reading it again for about 12 hours before i felt brave enough to try again. the blindspot was still there, but i realised it might just be the after effects of falling over the previous day and hitting my head so i decided to try and ignore it for the rest of the day and maybe some rest would help it. i spent the rest of the day stacking logs and tidying my house. i also spent some time organising my alchemy supplies and reading through papa's journal to find some potentially easier recipes to try as a way of calming my nerves about the whole thing.

this morning i realised that my nerves were justified as when i awoke the blind spot had grown to about a 5cm diameter. it does not appear that the black circle will be disappearing any time soon, so i have had to take some measures just in case it continues to grow and renders me blind. if my worst fears are confirmed, it shall. i spent today carving symbols into the trees on all of my regular routes so that i can find my way around if it gets that bad. i know these trees like the back of my hand, but this is just to be on the extra cautious side. tomorrow, i shall ensure that i copy out some of the most important recipes onto bark so that if one day i am blind, i will be able to run my fingertips over the letters and decipher the ingredients and method.

i admit, i am unnerved and a little bit scared at the prospect of losing my sight. i have relied on it for so many years that i'm not sure how i will survive should it leave me. it has been 103 days since another's path crossed mine in my regular trips around the forest, and i fear that after the next the gaps between them will only become longer. my isolation never gave me cause to worry or be bothered, but now the idea of being alone and blind seems terrifying to me. i pray that this blindspot shall not continue to grow - or maybe if it does will eventually fade away - but who knows what my fate shall be now.



[ JUNE 14, 2014 ]

today i practiced walking around the woods with my eyes closed, and my symbols (thankfully) work! when i get to a tree, i feel around the bark until i feel the carving and continue in the direction the symbol faces if i'm heading home. if i'm making my way to one of my regular spots - for example the cave, the clearing where i forage or the lake - i go in the opposite direction from the symbols. i can't tell you how please i was that it works, i'm starting to feel a little bit more hopeful about my chances. at least i have some warning, some people aren't that lucky. the rest of my day was spent copying some of the more important-looking recipes over onto bark, i'm not sure whether or not i'll manage to get them all copied before i completely lose my sight but it is definitely worth a try. quite a lot of his recipes are party tricks which he must have performed when travelling, but it kind of taints the art of alchemy as far as i understand. there are quite a few medicinal ones which i thought looked quite interesting so those have been my priority in copying out.

i have tried to take plenty of precautions. with my somewhat limited sight i must say that it was quite difficult to weave the grass I dried a few days ago into a sheath, this will be for my knife so that the blade is always pointing downwards and always on me. hopefully this will mean i won't lose it. i have planned to install a few things around my house to aid my sight, but as i said earlier i mainly worked on the forest and the recipes today. however, i do have a slight worry that i may have forgotten something vital but i keep shaking it off hoping it's just a bad feeling. i'm hoping that i haven't - i appear to be doing a lot of hoping recently.

i am unfortunately not able to write too much today as it's incredibly late considering everything i've done today, and i've been sitting in a very awkward position to write in order to see the paper. it's likely that my entries will start to become shorter and shorter until either my blind spot goes away of it's own accord or i somehow find a cure. in other news, i may have befrended a bird today. my memory fails me as i could not identify what type of bird it was, but it appeared to be rather large. i'll take a photograph of it with papa's camera and attatch it to my next entry, but i hope this little guy stays around - he could prove quite useful. until next time.


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i must admit that it has been a while since i last wrote, it has not been intentional but i will try to update you on everything that has happened since then. today has been my first day with no vision whatsoever. a few days ago i did have incredibly limited vision but i could still see basic shapes in my peripheral vision and now there is nothing, so please excuse me if my writing is askew or illegible as i am trying my best. thankfully i won't be able to see the atrocity that will be this diary entry for a while until i find a cure, which i have indeed resolved to do though it may take several months if not a year. i'm going to need to get back into the swing of alchemy first before i start attempting my own recipes, i predict coming out of my attempt at a headache relief drug tomorrow with at least a few burns.

as for the bird, he has remained with me since i first met him and fed him a few mealworms. i'm still debating a name since he has quite a personality and is often quite grumpy - he likes to nip my fingers when i've not paid him enough attention - but for the moment the name 'bird' appears to suffice. i'm going to endeavour to train him to help me out with my alchemy but i don't hold high hopes for him. from the number of times he's flown straight into the windows i have concluded that he is at least a teensy bit stupid. i am quite fond of his company though, despite the biting problem which i'm going to have to train out of him. it's a welcome relief from my loneliness and also helps me stay connected to some form of reality. i have not yet ventured outside - that feat shall be saved for another day. pretending to walk around blind and then actually doing it are two very different things.

i have decided that this shall be my final entry, for i can no longer see and i find it a great difficulty to write. as i wrote earlier i have no idea if this is legible, or even if it is written on lines as straight as they are in my head, but i must now take a break from attempts at writing to try and navigate a new world where i can't see. for some reason i have hope, maybe i shall find a way to make it. like i said in my last entry, until next time, though that could be a very long time.

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magpie stock image from Nikkayla on dA
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