[Alckatraz]

username: Alckatraz
kalon name: Cassius (meaning "empty")
prompt response [500 words max]:

"Sometimes you have to get angry to get the things done"- Ang Lee

The Kalon was unrecognisable. The flames of anger started spreading into his soul devouring any trace of sensibility and blinding his judgement with dark clouds of ash and smoke. His rational thoughts started to fade; his senses were uncontrollably intense, awakening deep inside something real wild. He was hopelessly fighting with himself. For a moment, he became the ideal portrayal of the genuine unleashed chaos. It was way too untamed to handle.
Cassius wanted to scream, to destroy those impenetrable walls of insecurity, fear and loneliness, to be finally free. All this rage was turning him into an unpredictable, impulsive and dangerous individual, capable of atrocious things. But he wasn't like that. What happened? He can't live in fear, he can't let the fury define him.
There was something locked in the depths of his heart, patiently waiting for him to face it. And after many desperate attempts he has finally found the strength to accept that he couldn't escape from his demons alone. The only thing capable of dispelling that darkness from his mind was his childhood friend, which, in spite of Cassius's decision to abandon it, never walked away. It was a beautifully sounding instrument, that seemed to have a lot of hidden secrets awaiting to be deciphered. The piano was always loyal to him although he turned his face away from it. The shiny wood, the hypnotic combination of black and white of the keys had something magnetic that made Cassius fell back into its spell immediately. Whenever he was listening each sound that was harmoniously composing symphonies, his inner self started vibrating on the same notes, banishing everything wicked and destructive away from his heart. The rhythmic dance of his paws across paths of light and darkness was putting out the fire that was igniting his soul, making place for peace and hope. So the horrible claws of the anger cannot touch him from now on.
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[Lemon Coyote]

username: Levani
kalon name: Luz
prompt response [500 words max]:
Luz could still feel the cold tears rushing down his face. He knew he needed to calm down, but all he wanted to do was lay down and cry in anger. He flipped himself over on his side, and stared at the wall. He stopped crying for a while. He was still filled with rage, but he tried to suck it up. He slowly got out of bed, and made his way out of his room. He walked into the kitchen, still visibly upset. Even though no one was around, he felt embarrassed he was out of his bed in such a bad mood. He finally made it to the kitchen. The kitchen was only a few steps away from his bedroom, but it felt like and painful hike to get there at the moment. He sighed as he felt the cold tile floor on his paws. He slowly opened up a cabinet filled with a bunch of kinds of teas. They where all in little jars, with a label on it. He reached into the cabinet and grabbed the teapot. He stared at all the kinds of tea for a bit, before deciding on some chamomile tea. He opened the jar and let the smell calm him down a bit before setting the kettle on the oven. He spaced out, waiting for the water to be ready. It caught him off guard, but the water was finally done. He put a spoonful of chamomile into the pot and then slowly poured in the hot water. He could feel the warmth of the steam as he stood there. He grabbed a small cup that matched the teapot, and a plate. As the tea steeped, he sliced up an apple that was just picked from his yard. He placed the apple slices on the small plate, as well as a small spoonful of peanut butter. He opened the door that led to his porch. Luz lived on a beach, so watching the sunset was a must. He had a rocking chair and a small table out there, perfect for relaxing. He placed the plate on the table, and then quickly ran inside to grab the tea. After pouring himself a cup of tea, he stared out the window. He admired the sunset, and didn’t focus on anything else. As he sat there, he could feel his frustration fade away. Luz watched the stars and the moon come out. The sky was clear, and the moon stood above the sea. Luz put his empty teacup down on the table, and walked to the end if his perch. He leaned over and rested his head on his paw. He sighed. Finally, he felt relaxed.

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[CodyxMoon]

username: Cody.22.uwu
kalon name: Blake
prompt response [500 words max]: Blake grew up alone, running through the woods and taking shelter in caves.
The simple presence of others made him mad, especially the cubs, that would constantly bite his tail and ears while playin. He doesn't like the positive attitude of others, he hates the loud noises of others or any object that gave off blinding light. He prefers cool, dark and humid caves where he knows he'll be left alone.
He stays calm staying in the caves from the forest he grew up in. Especially at night when he is watching the stars and the moon that mirror into his pond from the centre of his cave, above which there is a large crack letting in the light and the chill of the world.
art [optional]: WIP mby

[Rosemoon]

username:
Rosemoon
kalon name:
Nikolai Volkov
prompt:
"жадность" was scribbled angrily on a piece of paper. Nikolai crumpled it up and threw it aggressively against a wall before grabbing his head in his hands and holding back a scream through gritted teeth. He was frustrated, to say nicely.
He was sitting at his desk in his workshop (i.e. His cluttered basement with various tinkering and blacksmith tools). He tried going over what had happened in his head and he tried even harder to put that into his work but he was so angry, so over emotional, that he couldn't figure it out. The more stressed he got the more he wanted to do this so he wouldn't be stressed anymore. Finally it came to him.
He jumped up out of his chair, tossing all the papers and pencils to the floor in anguish.
Immediately going to work (of course after donning the proper gear), Nikolai grabbed a giant chunk of steel from his bin and brought it over to his table to start cutting and sizing it down. It was good high carbon steel, so he was working up a sweat already. Once that was settled he took a large pair of tongs and stuck the steel into an enclosed fire pit, taking it back out again after a bit to hammer it down on his anvil. After repeating this step for a bit, he stopped to admire the shape. Nikolai, feeling satisfies amongst his anger, brought the newly shaped steel to a sander belt and started to sharpen the edges into a blade. While it was still hot, the kalon took out his special tool he couldn't remember the name of and engraved into the blade "согрешить". He had now created a sword. At least, it was almost a sword. After dunking it in cold water, he took out an old hilt that once belonged to the great sword his father once owned, before the original blade had been stolen. Once on, the sword was complete and Nikolai held it over his head, ripping his goggles off with the opposite hand and running his fingers across his sweat drenched face. His face had been contorted in anger for so long it started to feel hot and numb.
Nikolai walked up his stairs, all the way up to his bedroom. He moved aside his book case to reveal another door hidden behind it. In this medium sized connected room, a light turned on and revealed shelves and tables covered in his metal work, some statuesque, some abstract. They were in chronological order and each was unique-they each represented something that made them angry. No one was allowed to see these unless he invited them, they held too many memories.
Nikolai placed his sword up on a wall. It represented the sin greed, the sin that consumed his ex lover into leaving him for another who had more to give than him.
Nikolai sighed.
"I feel... Much better, now".
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[epilogue]

username:
kalon name:
prompt response [500 words max]:
art [optional]:
maybe mark

[nermal1999]

username: nermal1999
kalon name: Zale
prompt response [500 words max]: (345/500)

Surrounded by darkness and rage, I lose my head, and I lose my words.
My mind becomes a storm, and I fall into blindness, unaware of the damage I create.
It is solely through this that my mind can become clear once more.

Through these small blank pieces of paper do I find a mind of peace,
It is through the black lined borders do I find myself forgetting the reason for the storm,
It is through ART, can I release my rage.
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When I find that my emotions have been infiltrated by anger, instead of acting on them, or lashing out at those I love,
I decide that Sitting alone on my old messy bed, with a stack of blank pieces of paper and a pen are the best things for me. I find that the best, and healthy way I can release my anger is by writing out poems, it's kind of a weird thing, but I find that it helps. I don’t really every show anyone what I write, as it's not really something they need to know, but I find myself a lot more calm after I cover my walls and floors with poems to express my emotions.

And when no words for poems can come to my mind a like to turn my attention to my bookcase of different variations of coloring books, I've found that when I color, I become so focused on my drawing and on choosing the right colors that by the time I'm finished, I've completed forgot what I was angry about, I find myself feeling more fresh and happy.
I find myself able to think, and regret on my prior behavior.

I know for some, arguing, and yelling, going to a rage room to break things, having time for themselves,
it can be a way to let that anger out, but for me it's art, I don't like to show my rage, I don't like to encourage a destructive behavior. not saying that others can't choose to do those things, or they can't be of help, I just found a way that works for me, and my way is to be creative.
art [optional]:

Its been a while since I did traditional art.

[bébé]

username: bebe
kalon name: maisin ( my - sin )
prompt response [500 words max]: mark. i will survive by gloria gaynor

[~Finchly]

username: ~Finchly
kalon name: Aksel
prompt response [500 words max]:

Aksel grew up bottling his feelings.
He was taught to behave and not cause trouble.
His parents loved him, but were never really there to show it.
Leaving him in the care of nannies while they took care of the family business.

He was lonely and often frustrated with his situation but never showed it much besides the constant scowl on his face.
Causing many of his peers to avoid him.

Having no one to talk to at school made those hours even more frustrating. By the end of the day Aksel was just seething with anger at life. Now all he wanted was to vent his frustrations. But he just has to wait till he gets to his destination.

Finally the car stopped in front of a large building.
Aksel nodded at his driver and headed inside.

As soon as he opened the doors he could feel a little weight lift off his chest.
If he needed a coping mechanism for his frustrating life, maybe this was it.
He checked in at the front desk then entered the inner room of the building.

He was greeted with a soothing chill as if he'd just entered a freezer.
He felt his body going calmer, the chilly air helping cool his burning anger.
He gazed at the indoor ice rink. The place he'd been coming for quite a few years now,
ever since he was old enough for his parents to let him start choosing his after school activity.

He found a place for his bag on the bleachers surrounding the rink and began to put his own skates on.
After lacing them up, He made his way onto the ice.

Finally he was free.

After a few laps around the rink he could already feel his worries melting away.
Nothing else mattered anymore. The anger he felt had disappeared
And was replaced with a calm determination
This was his happy place

All that mattered right now was him and the ice
He forgot about his parents absence
And his classmates treatment of him
None of that mattered now
It was just him
He could only rely on himself in this life
And out on the ice it was the same
But he liked it better out here

Figure skating was his passion
Ever since he first stepped on the ice he just wanted to skate
Whenever he falls he gets back up
It’s hard and frustrating sometimes since it’s so difficult and slow to reward
But somehow the frustration he feels on the ice is different than that he feels in everyday life
Out on the ice he can make a difference
If he falls he can get back up
If he pops his jump he can try again
He is in control

This constant determination for Himself Has helped him cope with the
Anger and helplessness he feels in his life

On the ice he lives in a different world
And once there he never wants to leave.

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[bee]

username:
kalon name:
prompt response [500 words max]:
art [optional]: wow wip i rlly like this dude