by toyotathon » Tue Jun 11, 2019 1:32 am
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username: moments.
kalon name: evren
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why is one of their paws black?
“be careful of the stars, little protégé.”
it’s a warning you've always received. but your status kept you under such careful watch, how could you possibly? you’re never given reasoning to it- leaving your young rebellious mind curious as to what it could mean. there was one thing you knew though, and that was when you were brave enough, you would slip away and hold a star in your paw.
you’re tiny and promising. your intelligence is above average, which makes you valued by the higher ups. however, your soft fur is a pure snow white as your colors are still budding. you’re called a “late bloomer.” but you do not care for any of these trivial matters. you want to break your only rule. there is already stardust in your lungs and a fiery sun in your heart, so was such a desire deemed as greedy? of course it was, but you don’t feel an ounce of regret.
it was late, darkness looming over every home with the only light coming from the full moon that hung above once a month. this was your chance, and you finally had the courage to take it after so many missed opportunities.
you ran into the night as fast and far as your legs could carry you, suddenly halting the moment you spotted a beautiful star. it was so bright it was almost hard to look at, but you recklessly grabbed it anyways. it was oddly peaceful until you realized your once white paw was now black. passing out, you were found in the morning and there is a stinging sensation whenever you use that paw to this day.
but would you do it again if you had the chance? absolutely.
you love the stars and love just so happens to hurt.
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by Wolfumus » Tue Jun 11, 2019 6:02 am
username: Wolfumus
kalon name: Robbie
why is one of their paws black?:
Robbie sat underneath the night sky with her father, their almost solid black coats blending in with the dark landscape. As they watched the small stars shining in the dark blue abyss above them, a large streak of light suddenly appeared, growing brighter by the second.
"A shooting star Robbie. Make a wish," whispered her father. He gripped her paw and they both closed their eyes.
Robbie made her wish and opened her eyes, only to see the bright star only a few feet in front of her face. She froze and proceeded to grip her father's paw even harder. He opened his eyes, only to see the star strike his daughter head on.
The impact of the blow had dragged both of them back a few feet. He regained his sight and looked over at his daughter. However, the female kalon who was still holding onto his paw was unscathed but something else had changed. The once tar black coat she sported had changed to white with pastel rainbows woven into the fur. He let go of her paw which to his amazement, remained the same inky black color the rest of her coat had previously been.
"Robbie, you..." He stumbled over his words and before he could finish, she ran over and hugged him, running her one black paw through his fur.
"I love you dad," she whispered into his ear. He grasped her paw once more and together they made their way back home, Robbie with her newly colored fur with the one black paw, a symbol of her father's love for her.
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by apprentice_ » Tue Jun 11, 2019 2:29 pm
username: rainichi
kalon name: arcane
why is one of their paws black?:
burned his hand last life, died of shock. left a birthmark in this life.
leaned against a newly painted bench. stained.
contemporary tattoo.
the story changes a lot. he says somewhere out there, the truth is floating around in one of his stories — maybe.
a hand dyed black. just one — his left — and he turns it into a game. how many tales can he tell about its origin
before one day the truth catches up with him.
magic: a chaotic force that, when messed with, can produce unexpected results.
he knew this, of course. any mage did. it’s why you use a wand, a staff, even a stick, so when a spell goes awry
it’s your prop that’s charred and not, well, you.
but it was a moment of weakness, and he was desperate. if he had no staff, if the spell he needed was a dark
one, so be it. because he had to. because he had no other choice.
and it worked. at the price of only searing pain and a hand turned dark as night.
the star’s marking, evidence of broken taboo, of someone who should have stayed within their realm of expertise.
instantly recognizable to other mages. shunned by them.
“i used an autocomplete spell on my homework,” he jokes, and the story becomes another one lost in a sea of tall
tales. but maybe this one held more truth than most, and maybe you could tell this in the way his laugh caught in
his throat.
for now, it remains a mystery, and the monetary reward for guessing what really happened grows larger by the day.
for now, it’s a birthmark, paint, a tattoo. for now, it’s only a game, for as long as it can be.
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