[Northstar.]

Dᴀʏ 08: Tʜᴇ Sʜᴇᴇᴘ | feat. Amalie | Location: Ironfist Mountains | Words: 516



"Come on, shortlegs! Before we get caught!" Ivette Ironfist whispers fiercely over her shoulder. A red faced, seventeen year old Amalie stumbles behind. "Hold!" They both freeze, the strange leather saddle slung over Ivette's shoulder jingling in the early morning quiet. Amalie's pale eyes widen, the leather halter in her hands creaking as footsteps fade. Both girls sigh in relief before they're on the run again.

"W-what makes you so sure this-this will work?" Amalie stutters out, panting as they flee between the village tents.

"Didn't you see Blue, yesterday? He was eating out the palm of your hand!" Ivette laughs over her shoulder. Her red hair is as wild as she is, and twice as hard to tame as a griffin. "Saddle works, bridle works! Today we fly!" the girl crows as they trek up the mountainside.

The first tendrils of dawn stain the inky sky as they come upon the nesting beasts. Chirps from small griffin cubs greet the pair. A darkly plumed older beast rumbles at their disturbance, lion-like tail lashing grumpily. A canary-yellow female with sunset-tipped wings chatters to another pair of griffins. A trio of larger brutes take to the skies to escape the annoying two-legged creatures, their feathers ruffled with disturbance.

Amalie whistles, a soft sound that echoes in the mountains. A pile of pale blue feathers ruffles, two golden eyes snapping open. The bluejay plumed griffin stretches, chattering to himself, and approaches the pair.

"Hey Blue," Amalie coos to the beast as he moseys over. The blue griffin preens at her hair, mussing the strands into disarray. Ivette lowers the saddle carefully across his back as the short girl scratches under his chin. Blue purrs. Several buckles are latched around his girth and chest, Ivette making quick work of the tedious task. Amalie slips the modified bridle over the griffin's ebony beak, over his feathered ears and under his chin.

"Now for the real test," Ivette murmurs with glee. She cups her hands together and motions to the shorter girl. "Come on! Hurry! If your Da catches us, I'm dead!" Ivette hisses. Blue's wings unfurl and nearly smack the redhead to the dirt.

"M-me?" Amalie balks, cheeks reddening abruptly. "N-n-no! You go- you go first!"

"Nah. Come on, shortlegs! You're so small he won't even notice! Up!" Ivette boosts Amalie in the saddle and quickly snaps the straps over her legs. Blue's head swivels and he stares one golden eye at the pair tinkering on his back. His wings flap and Amalie squeals as the griffin turns. "Hold on! Almost"- the last strap clicks into place-"done!" Amalie is grinning so brightly that Ivette is frozen. The griffin hops a step towards the cliff's edge, shaking his head and screeching a challenge into the air. Amalie's laughter is nervous as she looks to the red haired Ironfist girl.

"You're the best friend ever!" Amalie laughs just as the griffin jumps.

And then she's flying.

Ivette is frozen, face crestfallen as Amalie touches the sky, her laughter like bells.

"Yeah, friend," Ivette scoffs, and kicks a rock off the edge.

[Unleashed Squiid]

Featuring Aero and Tsunami

It’s funny how life has a way of working out. Aero smiled as he and Tsunami made their way to the circus, an event the two had been looking foreword to since they were both young and free. Tsunami may be mute, but that has no effect in the way she is seen by her best friend. Everything she felt and thought is written on her sleeve in a way he can understand, and he loves her for giving him a chance at friendship.

The two met at a restaurant when he stood up for her against a rude waitress. She had been impressed by his character, and accepted his offer to take her elsewhere to eat their lunch. From there, a bond had formed and she had taught him many things about observation. She taught him how to write in fancy, intricate letters and how to notice the tiny details that nobody else would. And from there, Aero had returned the favor and become a voice to those around her when the two were together. He began to read her face and her body language, and the two can have the equivalent of conversations through complete silence.

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[ ❧ ] you arent usually the type to get sappy, but something about your birthday always makes you just a bit... sentimental? nostalgic? you dont know exactly what it is, but you feel it every time your birthday inches ever closer, and then it's a blissful calm until the next time it comes around. normally though, you spend your birthday alone. this time, however, you actually have friends to spend it with. admittedly though, the pit at the bottom of your stomach only grows with each passing moment, and you almost feel sick from worry and anxiety. nonetheless, you're glad for their presence, because without your best friends by your side, you dont think you would've even celebrated your birthday this year.

you've always been tentative about the word best friend. it felt like something coveted, something you would never have to use and werent allowed to without express permission. it scared you to think of ever having one, because it meant change, and you didnt like change. but when you met your best friends, calypso and beverly, you became familiar with the world as abruptly as meeting them had been. around them, you even became comfortable with the word. the fear you had for the word dissolved into a warm feeling, one that made you feel cozy and fuzzy inside.

you remember how you first met them, how you felt, and how you still feel. they were some of the first kits in your class to talk to and not outright ignore you or brush you off. at first, you refused their attempts, convinced you didnt need friends, that you were fine on your own, that it was all a joke and they were just acting like your friend to laugh at you later. but their persistence and determination slowly, slowly changed your mind, made you wonder if they were being genuine. and they were. they took you with them when they went to fun places, and had sleepovers, and invited you to their birthday parties. even now, they continue to show you the same kindness. you remember the only time you ever tried to have a birthday party and invite people over, only three people came, and none of them came because of you. they came for their own reasons; they told you so the next day at school. it made you bitter, but your new friends, your best friends; they've done their best to make your birthday today the best one you've ever had.

you have no idea how to ever repay them properly, but you do your best to return the same kindness they've shown you, and you often think about that first step they took; introducing themselves to you and offering to let you play with them, if you ever wanted to; the kindness they showed you that day is why the three of you became best friends.

[MelMellyMel]

Prompt 8 - Val

Val's best friend? She goes by the name of Ruth. A kind florist that could be described as an actual angel. A great conversationalist and listener alike, Val can always come to her when he had a problem to solve. The fact that he was a gardener and she was a florist helped in a way. After all, it was how Val and her first met.
He found himself hanging out with her in her flower shop in most of his free time. No matter how busy or swamped with orders she was, Ruth always refused Val's help. She claimed he overworked himself as it was on his own, and that he didn't need her work on top of it. Val knew she wasn't wrong, but he always managed to help her out despite her protest.
In summary, their friendship is a very give and give one. Neither of the two enjoy taking from the other, because they tend to feel bad about it. Giving, on the other hand, is something they love doing. They show their gratitude toward one another through charitable acts of kindness, Val's help in the flower shop being an example of that, and physical gifts alike. Considering their occupations, it's to be expected that flowers are the number one thing they gift each other. They wouldn't have it any other way though.

[cyrevan]

Who is your best friend?
Salem: my art. It talks less than he does.
Arthur: Salem of course!

These two have quite conflicting personalities. But that's alright in the end, because even the most serious of them all can crack a smile when presented with quite possibly the worst pun in the world, and even the most obnoxious and playful can calm his mind and focus. Well, at least for a little bit.


I was gonna color this but it got late ;w;

[The One & Only Vapor]

kai's best friend isn't another kalon. it doesn't breathe, but it lives in his veins; it has no life of its own, but it's alive through him and other kalons that share his love of adventure. his best friend is danger; it's pure adrenaline, its the exhilaration of a near-death experience, the wild rush of energy and raw power that makes your heart pound and your veins sing. it's the feeling of being alive.

some have called kai reckless, and they're not wrong; brash, impulsive, fearless--all are true enough. he's an explorer, an adventurer,
a daredevil. he is not just alive, but truly living, spending every second of every day to its fullest potential. domestic life was never quite his style; he's a thrill-seeker, always pushing the limits, going faster, trying harder, and never giving up. kai does have real, other kalons who are close to him- his roommate and fierce tattoo artist, addie, for example- but he's never craved their attention like he craves danger. with danger, he can trust himself and trust his body and just let go. when you're in a dangerous situation, you find all your attention directed on staying alive and getting out of that situation safely. there isn't time to worry about whether he really meant that rude comment or whether you left the oven on or whether you're going to die alone. things like that fall away when you're pushing yourself. it makes you smarter. it makes you harder. it makes you want to fight for your life. it makes you foucs. when your body's pushing adrenaline into your blood, that wild feeling of "nothing else matters" is all there is.

and it's amazing.

[Softballpup12]

Prompt 8:
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My kalons Mona and Liam are best buddies with an adorable relationship:

[womp womp]

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→ Kalon Used In Prompt : Blaise and Melon ←
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"How did we even meet?" Melon questioned, attempting to recall her and Blaise's first memories together. "Because all I remember is that you thought it was a bright idea to steal my favourite necklace or whatever." Blaise let out an unexpected shrill laugh, and shook her head.

"Yeah, I stole your necklace, but I returned it! So what?" Blaise countered through suppressed giggles. "I saw the exact same one a few weeks after at the dollar store! Plus you lost it a few days after I returned it to you. And even though you did temporarily blame it on me, does it really matter at this point? Blaise laughed.

"Sort of, yes!" Melon couldn't help but join in on Blaise's series of chuckles. "Calm down. I think I've got it." Melon gave Blaise a subtle grin, and Blaise quieted down.

"All right, all right; let's hear it. I bet I'm going to have to correct you after your first three sentences." Blaise commented.

"We were in what? First grade or something? But I know for sure it was show and tell that day and it was my turn to bring an item to school. So I decided to bring the necklace my mother had included in my birthday present. Yes, it was from the dollar store. But hey, it was still pretty slick. Or what a six year old would call slick." Melon started, and Blaise was already forced to stifle her laughs, making Melon give her a good humored nudge.

"I doubt you even knew what slick meant at the time. We were just graduating from the words 'house' and 'cat' and 'tree'." Blaise pointed out, and Melon couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Accurate enough. Yet for some reason when I finished my presentation, you acted majorly jealous about my necklace and when I put it back in my backpack, at snack you sneaked into it and stole it! How rude that was." Melon continued.

Blaise shrugged. "You could call it kiddie instincts."

"All right, whatever you want to call it. But I was basically fuming. I was so aggressive about it, I told the teacher. Then you were practically forced to hand it back over. I mean, I was already getting over it. Yet you seemed so upset you got caught." Melon teased, shooting Blase a goofy grin.

"How did we even become friends, then?" Blaise asked, her giggles slowly calming down.

Melon thought for a moment, sitting in silence. "It was on my birthday." She mused, and Blaise raised an eyebrow. "I decided it was going to be a good idea to invite all the gals in my class, and pretty much only a quarter showed up. But surprise, surprise. You, my very dear friend, was included in that quarter."

"As expected." Blaise chuckled.

"Yep. As expected. Sure. But I remember when my birthday cake came, you decided it be a brilliant idea to shove your face in your piece. It was amusing though, so no one really judged you." Melon laughed.

"Did I really?" Blaise's eyes went large.

"You did. Everyone was laughing so hard, I almost forgot about the whole necklace stealing incident." It was now Melon's turn to smother a laugh. "Notice I said almost."

"I did, I promise." Blaise grinned.

"The next day I decided to start up a conversation with you at lunch. And there we go. Boom. Friends. Magic. And soon to be best friends, huh." Melon finished, and Blaise couldn't help but smile.

"And I appreciate you with sticking with my horrible choices along the way."

[ 597 words ]

[Midnightkitkat]

Prompt Eight

Galahad spent years in the 'Other' alone before he met his wolfdogs Arthur and King.
They became his constant companions and his closest friends during his isolation.

[kanadensis]

Prompt #8
Who is your kalon's best friend, and why?

Sol and Loren are an unstoppable duo - whether they’re chatting about gardening or gossiping about the quality of the produce at their local market, they never miss a beat and can often finish each others’ sentences. Their favourite thing to do is hang out at Loren’s shop during the week, and wander Sol’s vast gardens on the weekends. Always in search of the best ingredients for her teas, Loren almost exclusively uses her friend’s herbs for her favourite concoctions. They have been best friends since they first met when Loren moved to town, bonding over their appreciation for good food, gardening, and tea. They always have each others’ backs and will never hesitate to help one another when in need.

When Loren’s tea shop began to see fewer customers for example, Sol would nevertheless visit her every day to keep her company. She’d say wonderful things to promote the tea to any customers who came by, even though some of the blends Loren prepared were less than appetizing. Always supportive of her friend, she never let her give up, and eventually Loren found success in converting the tea shop into a coffee shop (much to their dismay as they consider tea much superior to coffee). Now, while Sol can still be found people-watching at her favourite spot in the cafe, she also sneaks in a few backhanded comments about the customers to Lor as she works (all in good fun of course ^^).

[242 words]
Sol owned by me, Loren owned by sentimental_android