[Graceymc96]

Day 13 - Incarse

Imagine being 8 years old and all alone. Imagine being on the streets with nowhere to go. How could someone possibly put a child in that situation?

"Daddy?" The young boy said as he looked to his sleeping father stretched out on the couch asleep.
"Mmhmf?" he replied, opening an eye.
"I . . . I made an A on my spelling test today!" Little Incarse beamed at his father. He held up the paper with a large red "98" with a circle around it. It was the first time he hadn't made a B and Incarse was very proud of himself. He didn't usually share things like his with his father, but this was a very good thing in his eyes and he hoped his father would be proud of him. His father nodded and closed his eyes again. ". . . Daddy?"
"What?" He said, his eyes snapping open.
"D . . . do you have anything to say about it?" Incarse asked, a bit scared but determined to get even a little bit of praise from his father. His father stared intently at the paper and looked back up at Incarse.
"You should have gotten a hundred." He said plainly. Incarse's head dropped down and he nodded as he turned around. "You know, I'm tired."
"What?" Incarse asked as he turned back around.
"Yeah, I work all day and when I'm home I just want to rest. Please leave me alone." Incarse nodded, staring at the ground. His father sighed and then stood. "I'm going for a walk."

By the end of the next day, Incarse was in the streets, searching for his father. He didn't have much before, but now he had absoultely nothing. Nothing but the streets.

[Takk]

Prompt 13

In her day, the family name Highwind meant you were honorable, loyal and fierce in battle. Any king, army or witch would kill to have a Highwind at their side if they could earn the trsut and loyalty... However, Aranea wasn't like the rest of her family. She didn't want to be some glorified hound for a 'god sent' king of the land that forced her to kill innocent people in the name of king. She'd seen so many times what war did to the land...
For the most part, she worked under the same king as her parents and dealt with any issues in the kingdom that didn't include killing. Puzzling out shop issues, guarding carts transporting goods and once in a while hunting pests in the fields. Once in a while, at her own choice, she'd go on a trip and let her parents know she was off duty for the week. What she didn't tell them is that she heading out demon hunting; for another kingdom at that.
Aranea would say it was a vacation, a break, or she was going with a trading cart to another kingdom. There was always some sly excuse on her tongue when she left her post to hunt demons for coin. Same morals applied, the demon must be causing trouble for her to banish it back to hell. If it had killed anyone, she may consider a worse fate to prevent it from returning to the mortal world.
This went on for years, from age sixteen to her joyous twenty first birthday. The celebration of her official knight title was filled with music, mead and food fit for any king she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting. However, when she approached the king and knelt down she found her parents standing on opposite sides of the king. Her expression was stern, annoyed almost now sensing the tension coming from all three kalons.
"Aranea Beatrice Highwind, daughter of Yule and Zina Highwind have committed the act of treason against our kingdom. What do you say in your defense?"
Her eyes widened slightly, unsure at first what he spoke of. "Innocent, I have done nothing to harm the kingdom or it's people." She speaks, remaining on one knee under her parents sickening gaze.
At this, the king begins to unroll a scroll decorated with black and red marks. Clearing his throat, the king begins to read. "Under the name Ana, my kingdom was assisted by the most unique warrior seen in ages by my people. A kalon of red, white and black came to us with her enchanted lance and made easy disposal of our demon problem. If any kingdom is in need, she seems open to assisting all for petty coin."
Pausing, he unrolls a little more. "The white and red warrior came to my kingdom several weeks after helping a kingdom to the south. She however encountered more than just demons on her journey. A younger knight of ours traveled with her to slay a mammoth when attacked by a frost dragon. Yet they both returned with good news and meat in hand; she kept her story a secret but her skills are unmatched."
"Recently my kingdom was assisted by Ana, but I recognized her as none other than Aranea Highwind from the kingdom of the west. While currently at war with those shameless devils, she took no notice to my displeasure and took care of he demon feeding off my people and their crops. I am offering an era of peace for her kindness and selfless act while my people recover and she continues to grow. More so, I fear my army will not best her nor want to."
Setting down the scroll, the king's face had a deep frown. "Helping our enemies? Training the other knights? Providing them safety and food? These were all letters sent to my kingdom, all saying this great unknown warrior could help with any demon problem and what do I find? A pitiful offering of peace? Their kingdom is a blight to this earth and we will destroy them no matter what it takes! Yet here you are making them stronger!"
At this, Aranea was on her feet flexing her claws. "How dare you! War is just an excuse for bloodshed, I cannot and will not stand here and pretend not to see good, innocent people suffering. Demons are-!"
Both her mother and father rushed forward, each holding a weapon near her throat. Shaken, torn but not afraid, she takes two steps back. "By order of the king, you are banished! Should you return to these lands we have strict orders to end your life, traitor!" Her father sneered, though she could see the burning sadness in his eyes. It happened so quickly, she lost her name, her home, her rank and worst of all her honor...
As told, she left the kingdom and headed far, far away to the east hoping to seek refuge in Russia or China for a while. Aranea thought long and hard as she walked, sad but there was something else. The weight of being held down, told what to do, was lifted. Standing at the top of the hill for a moment, she looked back over the meadow and felt a surge of happiness she'd never known. She may have lost everything she knew, but she was free... Free at last to do what she felt was right.

[Marsh]

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PROMPT #13 - tell about a time your kalon suffered a loss and how they dealt with it?
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At a very young age, Tagiane lost her parents. As well as her sister and two brothers. It wasn't that they died, no, they just left her to pave her own way in the world. It seemed to be a good idea to them, not that her or any of her siblings had been allowed any say in the matter. One day it was decided that they should all be sent out to accomplish whatever they dream of, and Tagiane resolved to make her parents proud.

The first few months of her abandonment were spent wandering alone. She contemplated thousands of series of 'what-ifs' in the time she tried to waste between the sun's rising and setting, wondering how she could make the best of her situation, but despite this Tagiane found herself at a loss for where to go next. Not only was she achieving nothing the way her parents had hoped, but the once savoured memories of a guiding presence were fading and she was left only with snippets.

Some efforts were made to preserve the memories of her family, taking some time every night to spare a though for them and wish them well. Over time, though, this practice along with her memories of them trickled out. She forgot her parents. Tagiane still knew that she had a famlily but names, personalities, appearances and mannerisms began to disappear as though they never existed. At first she struggled to reconcile her original and incredibly broken up memories about her parents and the situation they had left her in, but that all changed after she crossed the boundary between miles of empty plains and woods.

No part of her ever pretended that she wasn't hurt, the loss of a family member is something few can just shake of within a day. Amplify that pain by about five times and it's only slightly near the loss she felt. What made it worse is that Tagiane knew that one day it would be possible to see them all again but there was all this indefinite time stretching out between then and that moment. One could argue it's better to lose a family and know you could never be with them ever again, but the agony felt when you know they're somewhere out there is impossible to explain. There's a constant ache to be with them that can only subside over time. Tagiane was lucky in that the fading of her memories allowed her to gradually forget the pain she felt and to just be left with a resigned attitude about ever finding them again.

Eventually, she turned to the animals she cared for as comfort. It all started soon after she entered the forest. Tagiane couldn't tell if the animals sensed her pain or if they genuinely needed her assistance, but that night a couple of critters came to lie by her side that night and keep her comfort. Then, the following night more came. Of the ones that arrived, some needed patching up while others simply wanted her company. Tagiane found joy in all of these companions and eventually found herself wandering wherever the animals led her. Not many stayed with her for very long; some left after a few days whereas on the rare occasion she would be accompanied by one or two for several months. Wolves separated from their pack stayed with her until their mutual wanderings led him to be reuninted. Eagles with broken wings perched on her own until they had healed enough to fly for themselves.

Her caring nature seemed to have no bounds and soon Tagiane took it upon her to care for every single animal that found her. It became her duty, not only to herself but to the rest of the animal kingdom. Her pain was all but forgotten as she found herself a new purpose, perhaps she had achieved what she had been sent out to do. Through a stroke of incredible luck, this new purpose led her to find her own family again: first Tabbris and then Telantes. The rest would be found, but this time Tagiane didn't have to do it alone.

[Catskitten]

Dᴀʏ 13: Tʜᴇ Cᴀᴛ
" [ fabulous, amazing, superb ] "

You would think the story ends here, since there's only 12 animals in the zodiac.
I, the cat, was also invited to the banquet. I though Rat and I were friends, and I asked them
to wake me the morning of the big day. He says he was so excited he "forgot" but because of him,
I didn't make it, and I've never forgiven him.
I probably should let go of the grudge, but it isn't fair that someone as fabulous as me, not be included.

Tell me about a time your kalon suffered a loss, and how they dealt with it!

Prompt 13

Never mind i forgot the cat

Catskitten

Kalons in stash in signature

Forager was abandoned by his parents at a young age.
He dealt with it by survival and thinking.
Avoid others at all costs.
Trust nobody.
Eat only what you know.
Always hide from loud things.
These thoughts warped him into the adult that was untrusting.
It was how he was alive so why should he think different?
When the kit memories came back he suppressed them.
Finally his memories had vanished completly.
His so called family was forever gone.
All Forager needed was Piper in his life.

Ghastly missed her old home.
So she dealt with it by taking in comfort from her family.
She ate lots of the food from her past so she didnt miss everything about it.

Bear parents passed away and he lived on the streets.
He survived off of stealing from others.
One day he was founded by Rhyse.
Bear was now home with a new family.
He didnt have to deal with his problems anymore.
Only the sadness he felt at saying goodbye.

[Northstar.]

Dᴀʏ 13: Tʜᴇ Cᴀᴛ | feat. Amalie | Location: The Great Forest, Belloc Clan Land | 636 words

"Amalie..."

Her winter eyes are wide with shock, following the messenger bird as it flies home. What had been a pleased smile on her lips fades into somber grief. Crumpled in her fist is a sheet of parchment, sealed with the stamp of the Ironfist Clan. The letter is wrong. It's a joke. It isn't real.

Ivette isn't gone.

"What happened?" her voice is toneless, flat, eyes averted from her Da and Adad's gaze. She can't read the rest, not when her vision swims.

"She... She fell, my heart," her Adad says haltingly, watching as his daughter's face pales. Her father's eyes meet, Adad looking to his husband for help. Why does the earth suddenly feel like it's fallen from beneath her? She fell in the mountains. Alone.

"We can't protect her from everything," Amalie hears her Da say. Sound is muffled as she walks away.

"Give her a minute, my heart."

Then she's running, bare feet pounding the dirt between the rows of lavender. She doesn't feel anything. Not the sting of the plants on her skin if she runs too close, or the pebbles under her feet, or the burn in her lungs. Nothing. Faster and farther she goes. Past the lavender fields, over the cresting hills, through the wild brush. The fairies stir lazily in the fading light of dusk as she flies past. Her foot catches. She falls. Nothing.

The Vervain river flows gently before her. The fairies buzz lazily around her, the normally feisty creatures landing gently on her head.

"Ivette..." Amalie breathes.

Smoke curls on the horizon, drifting high into the mountainous skyline. Deep, thunderous drumbeats thump like a broken heart. Thumpthump....Thumpthump...

Amalie gasps, pain ripping through her and tearing her in two. Ivette is gone. Her hands clutch at her chest as her heart matches the beat of the mourning drums. Her winter eyes glisten and overflow as the smoke from the funeral pyre curls higher and higher. From Ivette's funeral pyre. The Ironfist Clan would be gathered around, chanting Ivette's spirit into the afterlife. Amalie imagines she can almost hear them.

Amalie's breath comes in short, sharp gasps. Her chest aches. It hurts. She sobs brokenly until her eyes are swollen.

A single fairy flutters before her nose and the small, lilac colored creature with gossamer wings wonders why the girl's eyes are leaking rivers. It smiles, a sharp toothed smile that usually means business, and twirls in goofy, clumsy pirouettes with the wind. It's beady black eyes blink slowly. Amalie doesn't even smile. The fairy chitters softly, bright glow dimming to almost nothing, as it lands atop her head and pets at her hair. Another fairy follows, and another, and another, until the grieving girl's head is crowned with glittering, diaphanous wings of dulled fae. Their tiny, mellifluous voices carry a haunting, comely tune as they grieve with her. The wind stops. The river quiets. Time stills.

At length, her shoulders stop shaking. The ache doesn't dim. Then the fae leave, one by one, until their voices fade down the river and footsteps sound.

Neilan and Shadow look down at their daughter, hesitant as she stares across the water with red-rimmed eyes. Amalie's cheeks are too pale, knees covered in dirt, and feet bruised.

A griffin swoops from the sky and swipes a trout from the waters. Was it only last month that she touched the sky?

"Come on shortlegs - Today we Fly! - he won't even notice -"

It seems like yesterday she was astride the great blue griffin, laughing as Ivette whooped. And now Ivette is gone. Her one true friend, the sister of her soul, ripped from the earth. Ripped from her heart.

"W-why does it hurt so much, Adad?" she asks. Her voice warbles as the pain in her chest crests again. It crashes over her like ice, drowning her in the depths like a riptide. She trembles.

Her Adad settles on her left, arms wrapping around her as her Da sits to her right.

"It won't hurt forever, little bird," Da murmurs. He kisses her head and Adad squeezes her shoulder... And they hold her together while she breaks apart.

[ThatPinkThing]

Day 13: a time they suffered a loss. // ThatPinkThing // Astrid

She did everything she could as a healer, but the sickness was too strong. There were more healers in the kingdom, but the speed and intensity of this plague took an overwhelming number of lives. Coughing mothers and desperate sons had brought their children, siblings, and stubborn parents to her, but very rarely was it early enough for Astrid to save them. She watched helplessly as people slipped away in her building; she was too overwhelmed and undersupplied to save everyone. The illness had no regard for the age or strength of those it affected. It spread selfishly and lawlessly. At last, when the worst of the sickness had passed, and Astrid's workshop downstairs was empty for a night at last, she knelt down, staring at the floor.

After a while, she allowed herself to simply lay on the empty, cold floor, exhausted and emotionally drained. She'd lost friends, children of friends even, but there had been nothing she could do. She breathed deeply as she stared at the ceiling, rolling over to lay on her back. She only shed one or two tears-- the rest of them refused to fall, fearful that they wouldn't stop. She assured herself as she lay there that the sickness was not her fault, and that she'd done what she could.

She treasured the memories of people who survived. Those who had lived had thanked her endlessly. While though she felt now that she had let down her kingdom, she had to remind herself that some things were beyond her control. And rather than drown in sorrows, she had to rejoice for the few whom she'd managed to save.

This loss was great, but it was not total. She must persevere.

[cyrevan]

one time Arthur suffered a loss was when he baked a plate of delicious chocolate chip cookies and was really looking forward to eating the last one, but just one quick look away and the cookie was gone. who could be the culprit?!?

*cough* salem *cough*


(please forgive me I'm really tired I hope this counts ;w;)

[spirit • daydream]

Novak - Gay Lord

XXXXIt was his final day. His final day of going to that school. The final day of going back to his neighborhood. Or well, it wasn't his neighborhood anymore. He sat in the car as he watched his old town fade away behind him. He let go of his friends, but they all promised to talk to him. He had hoped they would keep their promise. Even his best friend promised.
His first and only crush had promised. Finally, he made it to his new home. It had taken many hours driving through multiple neighborhoods and other towns and he was tired of it all. He must have cried at least five times by the time they arrived.
XXXXThe next day he woke up in the same bed. He half hoped that when he opened his eyes he would see the same ceiling, but knew he would be disappointed. Opening his eyes he got up out of his bed and got ready for school. A new school the day after. He couldn't believe it. It was like his mother thought he was fine moving so many miles away from his friends and home,
but he knew she didn't want to leave either. He went downstairs and sat at the table. He played with his food and stirred his fork around his eggs and quickly stood up when he heard his mother. He threw away his food and sat down just as she walked in. She smiled softly trying t hide her own pain and grabbed her coat.
XXXX"Come on. I will take you to school." Novak nodded and put his coat on and walked slowly to the door with his backpack.
XXXXSchool had been horrible that day. The usual questions came up multiple times and he was so sick of it. He wanted to go back home. With his friends. He called them multiple times as well as texted them if they could call back or something. His best friend texted back immediately saying he was sorry, but he had to help his mother with chores. Novak just texted back saying he understood.
XXXXIt had been weeks and his friends still didn't answer back. His best friend did text and call him every day so their friendship kept going, but it wasn't the same. His best friend had told Novak that everyone pretty much split after he left and he felt horrible. Soon after he broke down. He stopped texting his best friend and they began to worry. They sent text after text each day asking if he was okay or just to talk about their day. They asked if Novak's day was okay, but Novak never answered. He had grown depressed and felt that it was all his fault.
XXXXFinally, he couldn't take it anymore and somehow he let go of everything. It was 3 in the morning and he had randomly decided to call his best friend. The only one that seemed to care. They sent text after text and Novak had only ignored them. So for some reason he randomly called them. He felt so empty and when he heard a soft and tired "hello" he mumbled a "hello" and a small "sorry". His best friend had said it was fine and then something just snapped in Novak. He began to cry. He didn't want to, but he did. It seemed to explode out of him. It had been months since the last time he spoke to his friend and even cried.
He had held it all inside him and his best friend was there to comfort him. Talking softly and saying there was nothing wrong. Nothing was his fault. Nothing was wrong with Novak. They stayed like this until Novak finally fell into a deep sleep. A sleep that Novak hadn't been in since the move.
XXXXNow Novak goes to see his friend almost every weekend to get help with his homework and just talk in general. He is a lot better know, even though he tends to think a lot of things are his fault. He has his best friend to keep him going and maybe even someone new. He grew attached and talked more to new people in his school and created his own group. He moved on from what happened before and he knows he will always have friends who care about him. Even in the darkest moments.

APH Siantia --> For Finding Post
Man this is weird, but I needed to get this out from my own self.

removed toyhouse links

[necropoliis]

Prompt 13 - Houdini, despite upholding a tough guy facade, was incredibly close to his mother. When she passed, although he acted like it didn't matter, it touched him deeply- linked for size.

[Unleashed Squiid]

Featuring: Ember

He let out a shriek of outrage as everything seemed to spiral out of control. After that very first alleyman he should have known they were being watched, but now... Now, this. Ember flailed around in the man's arms, screaming and scratching and biting, tying anything, testing everything in order to escape. Blood was beginning to trickle into his mouth, mixing into a foul taste, and he cried out for freedom. Their grasp was strong, however, so as the moments began to stretch into seconds, his hope began to dissipate.

The carriage was so close now; freedom was dwindling.

He was so far away from hearing range of the people; the man's face was burned into his eyelids.

Slowly, slowly, his freedom spilled away.

And there was fury within him.

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For many days he sat like a prisoner in the cold stone room around him. He had no strength left to even rise. Coping with failure was not something Ember dealt with well, and with each passing day his hatred grew stronger. His enmity grew more powerful. His bitterness began to cloud out the rest of the weeping emotions inside of his mind. With each passing day, Ember grew more deadly.

Somewhere deep down in his mind, further than anywhere yet uncovered, a seed was planted. On that day, that fateful day in which he was captured, something changed within him. And he made sure to never, never let this man hurt him again.