[MelMellyMel]

Prompt 13 - Jax

xxxYou give a piece of yourself to everyone you care about. When one of them dies, the piece of yourself that you gave them does too. When this happens, you can never be whole again. Jax learned about this the hard way a long time.
xxxHe had been no more than thirteen years old at the time when his dad got into a car accident. He died on site of the crash. When Jax heard from his father about what had happen a slew of emotions rapidly washed over him. The first of which was anger.
xxxAll Jax could see was red. He rushed into his bedroom, violently flinging the door open, not caring about what he knocked over or broke. He went over to the item he associated most with his dad, his guitar, and smashed. By the time he was done bring his guitar repeatedly down into the ground, the body of it was virtually irreparable and most of the strings had snapped.
xxxAfter anger came sadness and regret. Sadness for the death of his dad, and regret for blindly destroying his guitar. Jax crumbled into a sobbing mess, his cries watching his body and sounding so loud that the entire block must have heard them. His father had tried to comfort him the best that he could, but it was no use.
xxxAfter sadness cam denial. Jax didn't want to accept the fact that his Pop was actually gone. Whenever anyone brought the subject up he'd avoid furthering the conversation, and if that didn't work, he distanced himself all together. Jax's father tried to help him, he really did, but there wasn't much he could do. He needed time to grieve, and only time would provide that.
xxxJax didn't want to be around anyone, so he locked himself away in his room. In the time he was alone, he threw himself into his passion, music. Obviously, he couldn't play guitar on his thoroughly smashed ones, so he used the one his dad left behind. Day in and day out he'd practice. Playing old songs he knew by heart, and learning new ones he'd been wanting to try out. Along the way he even picked up electric guitar. The process of learning how to play an electric compared to an acoustic was different, but he picked it up easily all the same.
xxxFast forward to where he is now. A struggling university student with the silly dream of making it in a band. Jax knows it's silly, of course he does, but that doesn't change the fact that it was the one thing he put his ambition into. He knows he'll probably fail, but it can't hurt to try. He turned the emotions he felt due to grief into a creative outlet, and he'll be damned if he wastes his passion when it's focused on something he cares so much about.

[hiraeth + hound]

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

[tw for implied death and illness]




seraphim & florence

For Seraphim and Florence, life was a happy thing. Although it may not have started out as such, as they grew together and rid themselves slowly of their own demons, they fell in love. Despite his sacrifices, there’s not a single other person in his or any other lifetime that he’d want to love other than Florence. Even after years of marriage together, years of getting annoyed with one another and years of endless summer nights spent lying in the warm grass, gazing up at the stars, Sera wrapped tightly in Florence’s loving arms with softly whispered i love yous, the two of them never wished for anything other than what they had. Life was a celebration of love, happiness, and laughter for the both of them - until it wasn’t.

On one of the first days of spring of a new year, the two lovers were sharing a lovely horseback riding trip across the countryside, betting on how long it would take for the flowers of the field to be in full bloom this year. Seraphim was always right, of course, he was from a kingdom very heavily based around flowers and their biology. While dismounting his horse, Sera very quickly became slightly lightheaded and reached his hand out to grasp his saddle for balance so that he would not fall. Florence was there in a second, placing a hand gingerly on his shoulder and asking if he was alright. As quickly as it came, it left, and Seraphim smiled brightly at his lover’s concern, responding with a warm kiss to his cheek and reassurance that he was alright. The rest of the day remained peaceful, the two of them shrugging off Sera’s little accident earlier that day as him dismounting his horse too quickly and that was that.

Days later, this same occurrence happened again; and in even less time, it happened once more. Within a month, light headaches or spells of dizziness were becoming frequent in Sera’s life. It wasn’t until the headaches would get worse, and a certain day had Sera bedridden with head splitting pain, that Florence could no longer sit idle and reached out to different herbalists and specialists for assistance and answers on his lover’s health. They all told him the same thing, that it would pass and that Sera would get better. Within another month, Sera had lost energy, and could only do half the things he normally could. Another month passed by, and Sera was losing weight. Although now frail and tired all the time, the same sparkle of strength and confidence glimmered in his deep sky blue eyes. A herbalist had recommended a mix of herbs and spices to Sera to help him get better, and he religiously took them every day, both himself and Florence convinced that Sera was getting better from it.

Within another two months, Sera would suffer another loss. Late in the summer of that same year, he woke up at dawn to do his usual preening, sat at his soft pillow stool in front of the mirror, grabbed his brush, and his heart fell. As he had combed through his silky black locks, the hair he had grown his whole life, they begun to simply fall out in the palm of his hand. The rest of that day and into the following days, Sera and his lover sat in their large bed, the young prince weeping as he slowly lost the hair he spent so long caring for. After another month and more visits to different specialists, the two of them were beginning to panic. Sera was losing the color to his skin, and the sparkle in his eyes seemed to fade more and more every time someone would tell the pair that it was nothing to worry about, and that Sera would get better. As autumn passed and winter hit, Sera’s health began to decline even more. By the time the first snow of the year hit the ground, Sera lost all his energy completely. He lost the will to continue horseback riding with his lover, he lost the want to run around outside in the snow and play among the soft white piles with Florence like they had so often did during this time of the year.

The winter seemed to pass by painfully slowly and yet all too quickly at the same time, Sera now getting overwhelmingly sick for spells at a time, confined to only their silk bed sheets. Florence no longer left Seraphim unattended, the two of them even paid a maid to care for the house so that Florence did not have to leave Sera’s side unless absolutely required. Soon, the sparkle and color that once made Seraphim stand out in a room had vanished. His tired and deep set eyes were a muted blue, no longer reflecting the sky or the love he felt for Florence, only pain and dwindling health. Their nights and days were spent wrapped in each others arms, treating every moment as if it were their last, the both of them trying to cope with the unfortunate events happening to them by wrapping themselves in the warm love of the other.

The last day of winter was here, new spring sunlight shining through the curtains of their small wooden cottage. Sera spent the day staring out of the window at the flowers that begun to bloom, and few times Florence would even pick them and bring them back in the house for Sera to smell and smile at. They bet on when the flowers would come into full bloom this year, and Sera was always right, of course. That night, Florence held Sera tighter than he ever had before. The two of them had no more tears to spill, only softly whispered i love yous and promises of their future together. Once beautiful blue eyes lovingly stared into the earthy brown ones of his lover, the two of them saying everything they needed to without saying anything at all. Sera fell asleep first, wrapped in the love from Florence that was made only for him.

The next time Seraphim saw his lover, the two of them would be dancing among the stars.
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[Midnightkitkat]

Prompt Thirteen

Losing his mate and his kits was a serious blow.
The only hope keeping Letum going is that he might save others from a similar fate.

[The One & Only Vapor]

day 13 // ft eyphah

eyphah has always been the gloom-and-doom sort of person. not that bad things just seem to happen wherever they walk, but they just....carry a sort of melancholy mood around with them. they dont make others sad, but their exhausted and droopy eyes suggest a slightly depressed air, and for that reason others tend to avoid forming close relationships with them. thankfully, they have a few friends; outgoing addie, daring kai, mischievous blythe. they bring eyphah into their little circle with pride, and they have a few other friends they're close to, anyway. thankfully. otherwise they'd never come out of their shell.

eyphah's gloominess conceals one of the most critical parts of their personality: theyre a hopeless romantic. an incredible, foolishly hopeless romantic. they had a crush once, not just a crush but a soulmate of sorts, someone they felt intrinsically tied to, someone they thought was their destiny.

it's been a long time since then.

they grew up together. elementary school, writing silly love notes back and forth, letters terribly mispelled and papers smudged with hands clumsy from lack of sleep. middle school, anonymously mailing lovesick poetry, melancholy and full of metaphors all tangled round each other like their favorite pair of earbuds. high school, shy but heartfelt letters confessing their love over and over again, convinced that the world was theirs to dominate together.

then college happened. then the move happened. then the accident happened.

eyphah didnt cope well at first. its hard to live without the one you love more than anything. there were long, long nights spent sleepless with insomnia and emotionless with shock. numbness and grief battled for dominance in their heart; they dropped out of all their classes, unable to cope with the immense pressure from outside as well as in. they drowned their sorrows in hopeless art and black black drinks and tears shed to the point of emptiness.

after a time- a year, maybe two, though it felt like time eternal- things started to turn around. mostly due to....less than cheery events, but eyphah began to work on their recovery. the pain of loss had been surpassed by the pain of lingering, and it was time to let go. eyphah is still working on it. they still see that body in that hospital bed whenever they close their eyes. the nightmares are still bad and their self-loathing is still strong. but theyve enrolled in college again; their classes start soon, theyve reconnected with lost friends, theyre beginning to treat their art like a hobby rather than an escape.

it's a long road to recovery, but eyphah is proud to say they are taking the first steps.

[CSMintCat]

Prompt #13.
Ft. him as a child.



Death was common in the back in the day, but that didn't make it any easier.

[mackstarr]

PROMPT #13
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Ckorena - star wars AU

Ckorena splashed at her friend, a smaller kalon with similar blue fur. They were playing in a small lagoon near her home, the 5 year old girl feeling brave away from her grandmother. Her warm-hearted guardian had taken her in after Rain's parents ran away to spend their time and love on the casino planet instead of their daughter. Suddenly, Rain's grandmother appeared, in a frantic rush. She told her friend to hurry home immediately and ushered Rain into the house. She shoved her up the steps and into a room the young kalon had never seen before. "You cannot stay, dear one," she told her, her voice steady but afraid. "It is not safe. Know that I love you forever. Always fight on the side of goodness." With that, she pushed her frightened granddaughter inside a glass capsule, sealed the door, drowning out Rain's confused cries, and pressed a switch. There was a rumbling and then Rain watched her grandma's face disappear in an instant as she was hurled upward and upward for what seemed like forever. The capsule shook under the force, making the sturdy glass walls rattle. Soon the shaking slowed, and Rain opened her eyes to find herself slowly drifting out in the blackness of space. Her water planet floated beneath her, like a perfect blue marble with patches of brown and green scattered about its surface. Time stopped as she looked at it and then it was over.

Orange cracks spread across the surface and then a blast sent Rain's capsule skittering back even further. Pieces of the planet that once was littered the blackness around her. It drifted like it was in slow motion and Rain screamed, knowing that her grandmother had sent her to saftey and stayed behind to face the end of the world. She could not peel her eyes away and watched through her tears until there was a clunk overhead. She looked up to see a metal claw had closed around her and could only wait to see who had found her drifting. She soon found how lucky she was to see the faces and emblems of the rebel troops. They welcomed her and comforted her, asking her name and her story. They were her new family now. But she would always remember the words of her grandmother. She would fight on the side of goodness. And she did; from the moment she watched her world end to the moment she held her first lightsaber and forever after that. She was a jedi with a good kind of vengeance, and she would take down the empire that had taken so much from her.

[uηsρεcifiεd ¢ryҏtiɗ]

Day 13:

After moving, Dally missed his old home dearly. To cope, he drew vent art and listened to music to help relax him.

[Softballpup12]

Prompt 13:
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Takes place from the perspective of my kalon Shadrack, in a fantasy AU. Features Jupiter.
366 words

"Shad, I'll be back by morning, and you'll never even know I'm gone,"Mom promised as she swept my hair out of my eyes. "Just get some sleep."

"But mom-"

"Honey, I'll be alright. You know I can't have this on my conscience. The village needs to be evacuated and the king won't listen, but I need to know that you're safe," She smiled softly, pushing me back into the small cave. "You remember when we met? You persistently followed me around until I agreed to let you tag along. We've been together ever since, and I've done this a million times. I'll be fine, now go." I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere, so I smiled worriedly and watched her pad out towards the forest.

"Love you, mom."

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Sun filtered through the cave entrance and I yawned, scooting over till my back touched mom's, except, it didn't. I blinked awake and scanned the cave for her body. I shot up and stared around the empty cage. Running outside, she was nowhere to be seen.
I ran to the village and searched for hours. There was debris everywhere, but no dead kalons thankfully, meaning she'd accomplished her mission. The villagers' tracks led to another cave, but it had been empty, meaning they'd already left. There was no trace of sky blue fur to be seen, until the path of destruction I saw in the forest. Blood littered the trail, spun around by the tornado. It didn't go in any particular direction, but I followed the broken branches till I reached her corpse.

Dead. She'd died because the king refused to send word of the storm. She'd died because he didn't trust the signs. She'd died, and I'd lost the person who'd cared for me since I was two. She'd died, and I'd lost my best friend. A shrill cry of pain tore itself from my throat as I touched her damp, red-dyed fur and sobbed. I sobbed in grief and sadness, but I also sobbed in pure rage.

The king was going to pay for her death, and everyone else, too. A burning passion arose in my chest and I knew what I had to do.

[Ph.D]

Day 13 art prompt

"Does it matter if the bowls half empty?"

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[womp womp]

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→ Kalon Used In Prompt : Blaise ←
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"No, no, no. This can't be happening." Her voice was shrill and quivering with despair. "Don't leave me." A mew was the only reply Blaise had gotten. The old, long haired feline who had accompanied Blaise throughout her life was who once was energetic and playful was now barely able to move their paws. Blaise frowned, tears slithering down hopelessly down her face. "You're not leaving me, Dove." Blaise whined firmly.

Blaise felt a hand suddenly get placed on her shoulder, yet she didn't bother to turn around. "Leave me alone." Blaise grunted.

"Never." It was her mother. Her grief was almost as equal as Blaise's, yet she seemed to cope with it much better.

"How could you stay calm while Dove is in pain?" Blaise shrieked, and her mother winced.

"Blaise. Listen to me. There's always going to be a time where we part the world. And that time for Dove is now. She had a good life, and deserve to take a break from everything." Her mother explained gently. Blaise's body softened, and she removed her hands from the area Dove was lying in. "You want to make a memorial for her?" Her mother asked in a hushed voice.

"Memorial?" Blaise questioned between tears.

"I have plenty of pictures of dear Dove. We could make a box filled with the memories. Just so you'll never forget." Blaise stared at her mother.

In a mournful voice, she replied "...of course."

[ 241 words ]