[hiraeth + hound]

hello everyone! i apologize for how late this is, pretty sure im like the last person to post mine lol the holidays have me swept up in all kinds of messes ( like im sure it does for a lot of people this year lol )

anyways! here is my kal for the 2020 staff litter, based on the kelpie!

"The Kelpie is a supernatural creature from Celtic Folklore. It is believed to haunt the rivers and lakes of Scotland and Ireland. It appears as a horse or pony, although its mane is always dripping water or tangled with seaweed. They are also known to transform into beautiful woman to lure young men into traps, usually into water so it can consume them."

i have a special place in my heart for horse designs, and i love making kalons (and swampy colors lol) so this was a perfect fit for me! i hope you guys enjoy this creepy child, and happy holidays!



[nr] sclera color, long whiskers
[s] shine, hair
[c] fur, tail
[uc] ears, pupil (none), shorter fur (chest)

[Lucida]

username: lucida.
name: Eva.
gender: Demi-girl.
what is their life attitude?: pending..

[WiltedLovers]

username: Sweet Dreams Always

name: Nore

Gender: Male

what is their life attitude?:

‘I must hide, I can not be seen. If they see me they will capture me and use me ‘

Being apart of a everlasting day where being different makes you valuable. Nore is afraid that if he is ever seen they would capture him and use him. His beauty makes him very valuable to those who would like to show off beautiful things. He is afraid of being captured and being used for his looks. He is not a object, he is who he is. This makes him very afraid of others. He lives his life in fear of being captured, he only lurks at night when others seem to be asleep. Maybe they won’t seem him then? Being paranoid is not the best moral to life by, but could you blame him? He can’t help it if he is special to ones eye. He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t ask to live in fear by others, but yet..that what he must do.

[SilentMelody]

username: SilentMelody
name:
gender:
what is their life attitude?:

Mark!!

[ethium]

Mark !!

[beebun]

Mark! They see life as hopeless and obsolete, but try to take pleasure in the little things. <3

[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
name: Orahi
gender: nonbinary

what is their life attitude?: (500/500)

Mortality is such a strange, beautiful thing.

A seed buried beneath the dark, damp earth, finds strength within itself to push through the soil and embrace the sunlight and rain that awaits it. Leaves unfurl before the light and hide in darkness; petals sleep during the night, and bloom during the day. A flower can weather drought and storm alike, and show bravery that seems beyond its fragile exterior.

Then, ultimately, it withers. And dies. And returns to the earth.

Such is the same with humanity. From their first breath they are destined to repeat this cycle, and it is only in their last moments that they truly realize the meaning of the word mortal. They can choose to fight or accept this fate, but ultimately, they do not get a choice in what happens to them. Their bodies are only made to withstand so many years before they, too, are returned to the soil.

But their souls; now, those are a different story.

I, myself, am a different story.

Just as being human dictates that you will be mortal, in the same way, being a sprite dictates that you will be immortal. I had no choice in becoming a sprite. I simply awoke, fully formed, and assumed the duties that I was created for; collecting mortal souls. For centuries I have wandered this world, and for centuries I have witnessed countless cycles of life and death. I have seen trees grow from saplings and fall together as forests. I have seen the birth of stars, and the cosmic cataclysms of their implosions. It is mortal humans, however, that have provided the most curiosity. Their ability to choose their own paths in life makes for many outcomes, many individuals, many minds who ultimately alter the path of their own time.

They think as sentient beings, as other things do not. A flower does not know that it will wilt, but humans...they aware of their own mortality. Some choose to ignore it. Some choose to accept it. Many choose to fear it, and that is not their fault. You fear which you do not understand, and so it is easy for them to fear me. To blame me, even. I do not keep grudges over this. I know, however they feel towards me, I will take their soul anyway. Loathe me or love me, when their time is up, I will be there to guide their souls to the deepest sleep, to be at peace. For as long as mortals exist, my work as an immortal will never be done. And it is an honor.

The mortal lifespan is short, but beautiful. A blink of an eye for a sprite, but they manage to fit their whole lives into such a small, significant amount of time. The very essence of the person who lived bundled up into one, remarkable little soul, that is my duty to take care of and keep safe in the earth.

Perhaps that makes them immortal, too.

[fawn,,]

username: fawn,,
name: suima- 水魔
gender: she/they
what is their life attitude?:
res cynical idealist orrrrr moralistic integrity probably

[altiora]

username: altiora - name: Cinereo - gender: nonbinary (it/its)
[words - 500]

Deep and dark, the ocean jumps and starts - wild and caustic, white froth drowned by waves that fall then reincarnate into that cold, boiling white; the surface chaotic, choppy and random - occasionally bright flashes reveal, cunning and quick, the grim silver of the Kelpie stirring beneath.



Or perhaps... something else.

A few meters below is a different world. The echoing noise of the violence above is subdued and distant, fluid visuals of flashing jagged light and the rhythmic back and forth of tides - all an innocuous display to be admired. A wonderful pattern, unpredictable but understood, heartbreakingly simple and electrifyingly complex.

It was a suitable metaphor for Cinereo's perspective.

Life. Death. Experience.
The way things are.
Compare the two separate identical worlds - the beneath and the above. Compare the predictable motion of the tides - backwards, and forwards, and back again. Compare the nonexistent differences when you consider the building blocks of water and air.


Every difference is two sides of one coin.
Everything has its pattern.
Everything is atoms.
Everyone is of one singular thing: the universe.

'We are the sensory organs of the universe.'
Young, and alone, Cinereo clutched to this phrase piously. It was a truth that grew embedded, like a tree through an old protective metal guard, that tinted Cinereo's perspective on everything it laid its eyes on.

It was hard to feel lonely when the inherent isolation of individual consciousness became meaningless in the face of such undeniable connection - when everyone was joined through existence, and matter, and life. When the universe gave itself life, and that life was you - you were apart of the universe, and everyone else was too. You were them, and they were you, only temporarily separated by thin barriers of skin and thought; like the waves, above, rising individually as wild white horses and destined to fall back to join, once more, into one.

From this you could explicate Cinereo's thoughts on death.
That, upon closing it's eyes for the last time, there would be no ending. No great finale; just another transformation. The universe allowing rest for one consciousness, a small part of itself, but you (the universe), you (Cinereo), would still be thinking-feeling-moving with every living creature on the planet... along with every other inhabited planet also.

Everything will do what it will - lightning will seek to ground itself, the moon will hug the ocean closer, neurons will fire in set patterns. Nothing, Cinereo believes, is random - only mathematics, operating behind the scenes, unseen.

And in a certain view, isn't this fate? Not deterministic, but a holistic singular path.

And this fate would guide its steps, its solace, towards the Vast, the ocean and sky and unending space that every atom of Cinereo's body belongs to.

Ascending towards the light, Cinereo took a salty, euphoric gasp in the sudden amphitheatre of sound and pelting rain, before sinking deep, observing, looking all the while like a dark water spirit of old.

[76heart]

hi I’m in love

username: 76heart
name:
gender: female, she/her
what is their life attitude?:
500 words

write like zira’s entry??
Upright and reversed tarot card? Head peaking from water, one content with hair over face in the light, other scared and eyes wide open in the dark?


bound to the essence of a swampy lake, sort of like its embodiment and protector?
Didn’t fear death because she’s essentially immortally eternal, but then one day something got passed her and hurt the swamp and she felt it like a rip through her heart, now scared?
Used to life’s inevitable ebb and flow and deaths grasp that will always come, but from the stand point of one outside of its clutches, on a different plane, who plays a hand in when it strikes, who has never felt its touch, until she does

Only death she’d ever know is when the world ended in void
languid
ebb and flow
wither
Murky


Lake and earth are eternal
Trees/Life rot(, wither,?)and regrow
(And I am tired here so long as the wind rippled murk water flows??)