[satyn]

PROMPT 03 - Tell about a something your kalon is passionate about.

senri will always be a family man ♥
belle, ryden, tigerlily, + emory [belle and ryden belong to rainichi]

[SkyGold]

♕ Prompt : "Tell about a something your kalon is passion"

Using Adolin

-Adolin smiled happily at the question. "Oh swords definitely!"-

[lonk]

prompt 3 - tell about a something your kalon is passionate about.
emilio - 215 words

emilio's passion was exploring. something about taking his ship into the open world and taking in all corners of life- it was exhilarating. he was always well prepared, and he did have purpose, after all.
it wasn't that he was a good artist, but emilio considered himself to be decent. taking sketches of whatever he found interesting- architecture, wildlife, people he met- it was his passion. he wanted to document his travels, after all.
he didn't have much to bring to the table, though. with only his debatably good looks and money from selling trinkets and rarities from all sorts of places, emilio truly didn't have much. he could charm his way through situations, but things didn't always work out.
he loved his thrilling way of life- but it wasn't meant to last. despite his hardworking ways and general success,
he could be carless at times. emilio ignored the warnings blaring on the main monitor, and before he knew it, his world was engulfed in sand.
he´d crashed on the desert- where criminals across the galaxy were exiled to. dangerous kalons lurked in plain sight, and the power struggles there weren't ones to be involved with. the world seemed bleak.
all he could do was keep on exploring the now sandy hell he surrendered to.

[Madziu]

Day 3
Tell about a something your kalon is passionate about.
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Rika is passionate about gardening.

[hiraeth + hound]

Tell about a something your kalon is passionate about.





seraphim & florence

Passion. A word that Seraphim recognizes too well, and a word that people could easily describe him as if they got to know him. Passion comes to Sera easily, and even the smallest doses make him reach to impossible heights. Passion lights up behind Sera’s eyes every time he looks at the castle in which is home to his favorite person in the world, Florence. Sera feels passion whenever he so much as thinks about florence, touches Florence, sees Florence. The prince ignites a warming buzz within Sera like no one else ever has or will. When their hands touch, the two of them gently laying there in a field of soft spring grass, Sera’s eyes are so lit up with love and passion for the prince beside him that it forces tears from his striking blue eyes. He left his family, his entire previous life, and would leave the world behind if it meant that he could lay here with the man he loved, in peace, for the rest of his days.

Even years into their relationship, through marriage, through painfully rocky times, through it all, Sera’s eyes are still lit with that same passion for Florence. The prince would cross the ends of the earth for the other, kill any man for him, conquer any mountain if Florence so wished it to be. The more they grow together, Sera swears that he falls more and more in love each day. The intense passion behind his eyes is not to be trifled with, Sera would give his all in anything if it meant he got to protect and cherish the man he loves in the end.

Passion is the drive behind Sera, the wheels that keep him in motion when himself and Florence first meet and Florence ignores his advanced. These same wheels keep him grounded when Florence first breaks his heart, and any other time after that. Now, the two lay in blissful ignorance of the outside world, passion of a burning love flickering behind their eyes in a beautiful union that only the two of them can feel. Passion brings the both of them together in such special ways, and will drive the two to stay together until the end of their days.

[376]

[Mima]

prompt 3. the tiger

Luxe's passion for fruit was obvious from childhood.

While most of the other kits were clamoring for all sorts of different foods- cheese, vegetables, et cetera- they were always wanting to try whatever new fruit they could get their hands on. It started out simply enough. Apples, pears, oranges... Apricots, plums, honeydew... but before they knew it they had tried almost everything their parents could find at their local supermarket. A real tragedy, to them. So they went to farmers markets, learned how to plant their own seeds, and snatched up every new fruit they could find the moment they got their hands on it. Jackfruit, soursop, sugar apple... They wanted to try every last thing, just for the experience of it.

Of course, no one was surprised when they ended up buying a big farm in the tropics when they got older, just so that they could grow every interesting fruit they possibly could. And to this day they still collect all the seeds they can, plant whatever interests them, and offer fruit tastings to anyone who wants to try something that they can't just find anywhere.

[188 words]

[néktar]

Prompt ∙ Day 3
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[ nektar | the passionate tiger, mackenzie | 308 words ]

she through her head back, her lungs were burning yet she kept pushing and pushing herself. with each inhale of new breath a fire storm filled her lungs and her throat seized as her voice rang out. over the crowd, through the ground, catching a ride on the breeze so those around for miles could hear her voice. it filled her eyes with fire and her heart thumped to the sound of the music playing behind her, she could not stop herself and she wouldn't. this filled her heart with so much joy, they heard her voice, it was loud and clear, they felt what she felt with ever beat and note she hit. it was electric, exhilarating, every moment was adrenaline in her veins. they was who she was this is what she loved, this was her passion and she would never give up on it. she felt as though her throat would give out and her lungs would faultier but the feeling of being free kept her going. her eyes scanned the crowd as she reached the end of her voice, the end this one story beside millions of others, the end of her song. she knew their hearts were beating as hard as her's was. and she loved it, and as the music cut out and her voice stopped, reaching that last note with the bit of strength that her lung had left in her. she took a final breath then looked out at the crowd as they began to go wild, cheers and cries of happiness rippled through them, though it was all dulled out to her for a moment as she could not hear them over the sound of her own pounding heart. then all at once the cheers, voices, and cries flooded her senses and she breathed out satisfied with her performance.

[lovage]

prompt three; sharkbait's passion


she gripped her hands together as she dodged a punch. she aim a blow towards her opponent. "bait taker, you are going to lose!" her opponent exclaimed, aiming a kick towards sharkbait.

she dodged the kick and low swept her opponent's legs. "no one has beaten the bait yet," she bragged and smirked at the opponent on the ground. she took in the cheers of the crowd as she smiled to herself in pride. the fight soon resumed with her taking a blow to her back. all the air rushed out of her lungs then grunted as she landed on the ground. "now, who's on top?" her opponent asked. they put a foot on her, pinning her down.

she grabbed their ankle and flinged them onto the ground. "not you," she answered playfully. they scrambled to get up and faced the calm sharkbait. she straighted out her leather jacket then dodged a punch. they exchanged punches and kicks.

the opponent fell to the ground as the timer sounded. she heard the announcement of her victory and the cheer from the crowd. she smiled thinking, 'this is what i love the most! fighting is my passion.'

[apprentice_]

day 3 — rainichi — onion


the mornings are filled with honeydew air. at noon, he can feel the sun warm his skin, and the breeze tussle his hair. and at night, the crickets chirp, and all around him he’s surrounded by silence. the sort of silence that puts him to rest, a long day of work melting away. the sort of silence that makes him think, and makes him wonder what it would have been like to stay in the city. his mind places the sound of cars and chatter outside. he remembers it fondly, because that was once the place he called home. but he doesn’t miss it; his home is now the fields, the sky, the wind and the sun. his home is his farm, and everyday he cares for his chickens, and he tends to his crops, and he sweats and runs out of breath. but the end of the day comes and he feels he’s accomplished something. he feels that he’s exactly where he should be, that this choice will not and never will be a mistake. he sets his head upon his pillow, and he wonders what waits for him tomorrow. he thinks, it won’t be anything more than it usually is — just chickens crowding around the seeds he’ll give, and a corn field full of webs — but he’ll enjoy the day, as he does any other.


because he loves his farm, and he wouldn’t dare grow tired of it. not now, or in a million years.

[revvington]

PROMPT 3
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Kalon used: Lysandra

Lysandra's passion is deaigning clothing. She can make almost anything, costumes, bodysuits, casual clothes, dresses, you name it! What started her passion ypu may ask. Well it all started when she was a little kit. Lysandra loved theater, and she always wanted to go see different plays. No matter if it was terrible or amazing she wanted to go see it. The reason she likes to go to plays so much is so she can see the different costumes. She has a scrapbook full of clothing designs she's seen. She is always on the lookout for inspiration to make things.