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As blossoms fall to the ground and turn to dust,

They leave their unchanging fragrances behind.

Lu You (1125-1210)

Despite the beauty of the changing of seasons, or the way the faces we meet line themselves with bittersweet memories and the joys of every smile, this kalon seems keen on learning the truth of it all.

Tell me, what truth is it that they're seeking? Is it the secret to life, the reason we love, or perhaps even how a soul is capable of repair? Interpret this however you wish - and whether they learn this truth or not.

You have up to 750 words + 1 art piece!

[nr] weight (skinny)
[s] hair, shine
[c] fur, backmane, tail
[uc] ears, tongue, pupil

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This ends April 22nd at 6pm (PST)

[tenor]

emm sorri im not entering cuz im not in kalons and pm me if u want me to delete this but i just gotta say ,,,, this is the best fweaking design ive seen like ever ,,,, youre so cool yuu im lookin at this like:

[squeegi]

omg. gorgeosu. MARK!!!

[Rathalos]

MARK

[catyclaws]

MAAAARK ! gorgeous : 0

[jinkori]

mark la

[Sp00kEHours]

username + id: Sp00kEHours + 584566
name: Junketsu
prompt:
Junketsu, in his quest for truth, is grappling with the tension between his untamed, fiery nature and the need to find balance within himself. The truth he's seeking is not just external, but deeply internal - a reconciliation between his inner turmoil and the sense of freedom he's only just begun to understand.

He seeks to understand the roots of his anger, the reason why his emotions burn so hot, why they can feel demonic at times. Perhaps it’s the scars of a past that demanded perfection and suppressed his every impulse, a past so strict it may have robbed him of the chance to feel at ease with himself. Junketsu is now free from that suffocating upbringing, but freedom without understanding feels like an empty, hollow space. He doesn't know yet how to exist in this vast new world where the weight of expectation has fallen away, and the pressure to conform is gone.

The truth he's searching for lies in understanding how to temper his own flame, how to live with the fire inside him without letting it consume him. He wants to know how to harness the raw power of his anger and find peace in it, not by extinguishing it, but by accepting it as part of who he is. He wonders what true freedom means - is it the absence of control, or the ability to choose how to act, to decide how he will channel his newfound liberty?

As Junketsu continues on this journey, he may come to realize that peace doesn’t come from denying parts of himself but from embracing them - from allowing both the fire and the calm to coexist. The truth he seeks is not just about finding a place of serenity but discovering how to live authentically, free from the constraints of his past and aligned with the core of who he truly is.

[Kurai.]

big mark this kal is stunning <33

[Exitium]

username + id: Exitium + 626371
name: Vanilla Jasmine
prompt:
Vanilla Jasmine seeks the truth to many things. Repairing fractured relationships, how to make land blossom with fertility and growth, etc. The most important truth they seek, however, lies in their missing soul. They wander the lands without emotions, for the soul is often seen as the container of emotions, and without one, Vanilla Jasmine is but an empty shell left to wander and force curiosity and questions of life into their brain.

One question for all the world: where is my missing soul? Did I lose it to someone during a crossroads deal? Perhaps I reincarnated improperly, my soul left behind with the reapers while my body wanders, propelled only by my "will" to find what is missing. I have often been told by others of my species that my existence is a miracle, while others whisper to each other about how my existence is a curse. I am deemed "unfortunate" for being incapable of expressing emotions, comprehending emotions, and displaying basic functions that mean you're truly alive.

I know not how long I have spent searching for this "soul" of mine. I just know it has been ages. I have watched humanity suffer, grow, and change. I have witnessed the Heavens shower light and hope upon the people, and the Underworld promise to reincarnate those who have suffered too soon. Perhaps I am not meant to know the truth I seek?

At least...that's what I believed for a period of time. Those with a soul would deem my experiences as "depressing", but as I cannot feel, I simply wandered aimlessly for however long it was. One day, however, the sense of "purpose" returned to me. I had a truth to find, and that would not end until I discovered the truth.

At long last, my truth was found. Apparently, I am...different to others of my species. I was made in a laboratory. I am...artificial, as they call it. The Heavens pitied me, for I had wandered since birth thinking I was a curse upon life. A soul was created for me, woven with my experiences, pure and blinding. I could process what I felt, yet putting it into words would obviously take time. I had never felt emotions, after all.

My lifespan is unknown, seeing as I was made by humanity and not born, and now hosting a soul born just for me. My truth has been found: I am who I am. A soul gave me the ability to process my purpose, but without one I am still part of humanity. [424 Words]

[uunicorn]

username + id: uunicorn - 425119
name: Vara
prompt: (750 words max + 1 art piece) wip