Re: Kalon #1350 -- Nekomata

Postby Knuckle Bine » Wed Feb 14, 2018 12:41 pm

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υѕєяиαмє;
тє∂∂у.
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иαмє;
αρσℓℓσ
gєи∂єя;
мαℓє
gєи∂єя fσя вяєє∂ιиg;
мαℓє
ѕтσяу σf нσω нє ѕρℓιт нιѕ тαιℓ;
Traveller wrote: "αℓяιgнт, αℓяιgнт. ѕєттℓє ∂σωи! иσω, ωнαт ѕтσяу ωσυℓ∂ уσυ ℓιкє тσ нєαя тσиιgнт? ... тнαт σиє αgαιи? ι'νє тσℓ∂ уσυ нιѕ ѕтσяу ℓιкє, α мιℓℓισи тιмєѕ! .. αℓяιgнт! αℓяιgнт! уσυ ωιи, ι'ℓℓ тєℓℓ ιт, ѕσ ѕєттℓє ∂σωи иσω."
" иσω тнєи, ωнєяє ∂ι∂ ωє ℓєανє σff ℓαѕт тιмє... αн, тнαт'ѕ яιgнт! ωнαт α ρяє∂ι¢αмєит αρσℓℓσ нαѕ ℓαи∂є∂ нιмѕєℓf ιи тнιѕ тιмє. нє'ѕ υѕυαℓℓу α gσσ∂ кαℓσи, тнσυgн нє ѕєємѕ тσ αттяα¢т αℓℓ ѕσятѕ σf мιѕ¢нιєf ѕσ мαиу ρєσρℓє αяσυи∂ тσωи ѕєє нιм αѕ иσтнιиg вυт α тяσυвℓємαкєя."
"тнιѕ тιмє нє σνєянєαя∂ ѕσмєтнιиg тнαт ѕσυи∂є∂ ѕυѕρι¢ισυѕℓу ℓιкє ιℓℓєgαℓ вєнανισя, ѕσ нє ∂υ¢кє∂ нιѕ нєα∂ ιитσ тнє αвαи∂σиє∂ ωαяєнσυѕє тσ gєт α ℓιттℓє ρєєк. нє ∂ι∂и'т ѕєє αиутнιиg αи∂ ιт ωαѕ ѕтαятιиg тσ ∂яιzzℓє, ѕσ нє ∂υ¢кє∂ fυℓℓу ιитσ тнє ωαяєнσυѕє, ѕнαкιиg тιиу ωαтєя ∂яσρℓєтѕ fяσм нιѕ ѕιℓку вℓα¢к ¢σαт. ιт ωαѕ тнєи нє fєℓт єуєѕ σи нιм, вσяιиg ιитσ нιм fяσм αℓℓ ѕι∂єѕ. нє ωнιρρє∂ αяσυи∂ αи∂ ѕαω иσтнιиg, вυт нє ѕтιℓℓ fєℓт υиєαѕу. нє ωαѕи'т αℓσиє ιи нєяє, нє ωαѕ ѕυяє σf ιт. яαιи вαттєяє∂ тнє тιи яσσf σf тнє ωαяєнσυѕє, ρι¢кιиg υρ тσ α ∂єαfєиιиg яσαя. ιт ωαѕ ∂ιм ιи нєяє, вυт fℓαѕнєѕ σf ℓιgнтиιиg яєνєαℓє∂ нυgє ѕнα∂σωѕ ℓιкє мσиѕтєяѕ σи тнє ωαℓℓѕ, ℓєαиιиg ιи αѕ ιf αвσυт тσ ρσυи¢є. fιиαℓℓу, нє gσт тнє gυтѕ тσ уєℓℓ συт."
"'ω-ωнσ'ѕ тнєяє?!' ιт ¢αмє συт α ℓσт ℓєѕѕ ¢σσℓ тнαи нє ωαитє∂ ιт тσ. тнєяє ωαѕ α ¢ℓαиg ιи тнє ωαяєнσυѕє иєαя нιм αи∂ нє ωнιρρє∂ αяσυи∂, нєαят ρσυи∂ιиg ѕσ нαя∂ ιи нιѕ ¢нєѕт нє тнσυgнт нє мιgнт єχρℓσ∂є, αи∂ ∂ι∂ α ∂συвℓє тαкє. α мιяяσя. ιт нα∂ тσ вє α мιяяσя. вυт ιт ωαѕи'т, тнє ι∂єитι¢αℓ кαℓσи ιи fяσит σf нιм ωαѕ νєяу мυ¢н нιѕ σωи кαℓσи, αи∂ ωαѕ ѕтαяιиg нιм υρ αи∂ ∂σωи ωιтн α ѕ¢яυтιиιzιиg єує."
"'ω-ωнσ.. αяє уσυ?' αρσℓℓσ αѕкє∂ qυιєтℓу, нιѕ вяєαтн вιℓℓσωιиg ιи тнє ¢нιℓℓє∂ αιя. συтѕι∂є тнє яαιи ωαѕ ѕℓσωιиg α вιт, ιт'ѕ ριттєя-ραттєяιиg є¢нσιиg тняσυgнσυт тнє ωαяєнσυѕє. тнє ѕтяαиgє кαℓσи ¢ιя¢ℓє∂ αяσυи∂ нιм αи∂ нє ∂ι∂ тнє ѕαмє, иσт ωιℓℓιиg тσ ℓєт нιм συт σf ѕιgнт qυιтє уєт.
"ι'м уσυ, σf ¢συяѕє." тнє σтнєя αρσℓℓσ ѕиєєяє∂, ℓιfтιиg нιѕ иσѕє αи∂ ρυffιиg συт нιѕ ¢нєѕт. αρσℓℓσ тσσк α ѕтєρ вα¢к, ωαяу.
"ωнαт ∂σ уσυ мєαи? αи∂ ωнαт ∂σ уσυ ωαит fяσм мє?" αρσℓℓσ ѕαι∂ ιи α ѕнαку νσι¢є, иσт ѕυяє нє ωαитє∂ тнє αиѕωєя. тнє σтнєя кαℓσи ѕιмρℓу ѕмιℓє∂ иєfαяισυѕℓу.
"ι'м α кαℓσи נυѕт ℓιкє уσυ! ι'νє ℓινє∂ ιи тнιѕ тσωи яιgнт υи∂єя уσυя иσѕє fσя уєαяѕ. ¢αυѕιиg тяσυвℓє αи∂ ℓєттιиg уσυ тαкє тнє вℓαмє. вυт fσℓкѕ αяє ѕтαятιиg тσ ¢αт¢н σи, ѕσ ι вяσυgнт уσυ нєяє тσ fιиιѕн уσυ σff αи∂ тαкє уσυя ρℓα¢є ιи тнιѕ ωяєт¢нє∂ тσωи." тнє σтнєя αρσℓℓσ ѕρσкє ωιтн нυgє ¢σиfι∂єи¢є, нιѕ ρℓαи ѕєємιиgℓу gσιиg ωєℓℓ. αρσℓℓσ ѕqυαяє∂ нιѕ ѕнσυℓ∂єяѕ,
"тнαт'ѕ α ρяєтту gσσ∂ ρℓαи! ι'м ѕυяρяιѕє∂ уσυ ωєяє αвℓє тσ кєєρ ιт gσιиg тнιѕ ℓσиg. вυт уσυ fσяgσт тσ ρℓαи fσя σиє тнιиg.." αρσℓℓσ ѕαι∂ ιи α ℓσυ∂ νσι¢є, тяуιиg тσ α¢т נυѕт αѕ ¢σиfι∂єит αѕ тнє σтнєя. нιѕ νσι¢є ѕнσσк ωιтн єνєяу ωσя∂ αи∂ нιѕ ѕнσυℓ∂єяѕ тяємвℓє∂, яєνєαℓιиg нιѕ fєαя. σтнєя αρσℓℓσ נυѕт ѕиєєяє∂ αgαιи, нιѕ fα¢є α мαѕк σf ∂ιѕgυѕт.
"αи∂ ωнαт'ѕ тнαт?" нє мσ¢кѕ, тαιℓ ℓαѕнιиg ιи αитι¢ιραтισи. αρσℓℓσ ρυтѕ σи α вяανє ѕмιℓє, вяα¢ιиg нιмѕєℓf. нιѕ нєαят ωαѕ ρσυи∂ιиg ѕσ нαя∂ αи∂ ℓσυ∂, нє ωαѕ ¢єятαιи тнє ωнσℓє тσωи ¢συℓ∂ нєαя ιт. ιт fєℓт ℓιкє ιт ωαитє∂ тσ вυяѕт συт σf нιѕ ¢нєѕт αи∂ яυи αωαу.
"уσυ ∂ι∂и'т єχρє¢т мє тσ fιgнт вα¢к!" нє ℓυиgє∂ αт тнє σтнєя, тαкιиg нιм ∂σωи ιи α тα¢кℓє. тнє ∂αяк ωαяєнσυѕє вє¢αмє α ωнιяℓωιи∂ σf тнєιя вαттℓє, αℓℓ тнαт ¢συℓ∂ вє нєαя∂ ωαѕ тнє ρσυи∂ιиg σf тнє яαιи αѕ ιт ρι¢кє∂ вα¢к υρ αи∂ тнєιя нσяяιвℓє ѕиαяℓιиg. тнєу ωяєѕтℓє∂ fσя ωнαт ѕєємє∂ ℓιкє нσυяѕ, fℓιρριиg σνєя αи∂ σνєя. σиє ωσυℓ∂ вє σи тσρ fσя α ωнιℓє αи∂ ιт ωσυℓ∂ ѕєєм ℓιкє нє ωσυℓ∂ ωιи, вυт נυѕт αѕ тнє тнσυgнт ¢αмє тσ мιи∂ тнє σтнєя ωσυℓ∂ fℓιρ нιм σитσ нιѕ вα¢к. тнєу вιт αи∂ ¢ℓαωє∂ αи∂ нιѕѕє∂ αи∂ ѕиαяℓє∂, тυяиιиg σνєя αи∂ σνєя ιи тнєιя fяєиzιє∂ вαттℓє. αи∂ ωнєи тнє ∂υѕт ¢ℓєαяє∂, α fℓαѕн σf ℓιgнтиιиg ѕнє∂ ℓιgнт α¢яσѕѕ тнє fα¢є σf α ѕιиgℓє кαℓσи, нιѕ тєєтн вℓσσ∂ιє∂ αи∂ ¢σνєяѕ ιи ѕ¢яαт¢нєѕ, вяєαтнιиg нєανιℓу. нιѕ тαιℓ ωαѕ ѕρℓιт αт тнє єи∂ ιитσ тωσ-ρяσиgѕ αи∂ нє fєℓт α нєανу вυя∂єи σи нιѕ ¢нєѕт. тωσ ρєяѕσиαℓιтιєѕ, ѕнσνє∂ єχρєятℓу ιитσ σиє вσ∂у. нє ωαѕ мιѕ¢нιєνσυѕ вυт кιи∂, яσω∂у вυт ¢αℓм, αи∂ νєяу, νєяу тιяє∂.
αfтєя тнαт, тнє тσωиѕfσℓк ∂ι∂и'т ѕєє αρσℓℓσ αgαιи. тнєу ѕαу нє яαи σff ѕσмєωнєяє αℓσиє. αѕ fσя мє? ωєℓℓ, ι нєαя нє'ѕ ѕтιℓℓ тєℓℓιиg ѕтσяιєѕ тσ gυℓℓιвℓє кι∂ѕ αвσυт нσω нιѕ тαιℓ ѕρℓιт!"

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my friend, where have you gone? why aren't you here?

Postby 76heart » Thu Feb 15, 2018 8:05 am

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甘 い ダ ー ク ワ ン
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After the first few visits, it was not long before the
man started to call her, "Amai Dākuwan", meaning
'sweet dark one' in Japanese.
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Amai is indeed a female as well, but it is not a fact
that any wandering story teller would care to know,
or a detail most would care for. She is simply a
another monster in another tale to them, a beast
to get pesky children to sleep, why would they give
her the luxury of that?
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information I used on nekomatas + inspiration
part two of the first article
more information
bakeneko
broken arch ref
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this story is largely based on the one story of a
benevolent bakeneko, and the fact nekomata's
traditionally live in mountains and are always vicious.
I also had to cut it down so many time so it's lost a
lot of value to it and I'm sorry ahhh
it went from 1308 words, to 1176, and then to 835
if I removed the italics at the beginning
I'm also a few minutes late so ffffffff I hope this still
counts since I have worked hard and fallen in love
with it
also pretend she got the fluff while being trapped
inside since it's not in the drawing
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Once upon a time, a great many years ago, in an ancient mountain of great height,
hidden in between a space of tall jagged rocks, in a stretch of lush swaying grass
and soft green moss, there was once a most glorious temple.
Where that temple once stood, there was now only crumbling gray stones, and
broken lengths of wood painted in vibrant colors that had long since faded with age
and bleaching from the sun.
Where there had once been fertile soil, untouched by cruelty with soil warmed by
the sun, there was now only cracked, wounded earth, tainted by sorrow now
intrinsic with the land.
Where there was once a temple of great importance and prosperity, there was now
nothing but a feared monster's prison, sat upon a forbidden land, surrounded in
darkness, and all alone.

    xxxIt had all begun with a young Kalon many years ago, either blessed or cursed with a tail of great length, living alone in the mountains, their fur as black as the darkest night, climbing the steep crags, and learning to survive at a very young age. One day, as they climbed a particularly rough part of the mountain, with the pads of their paws cracked and aching, they stumbled upon a path. Curious, but wary, they continued down it, their steps quiet and careful, their form hunched low, and their tail cautiously testing the air. After following it for awhile, their mouth slightly ajar to better catch a scent, they came upon a colorful temple, with bright reds and blues leaping from the beautiful architecture. A young man sat outside in silence on his knees, seeming to be deep in thought, and warily, the kalon began to approach. If he heard their quiet paw steps, he made no indication. When they drew closer, and began to peer at the man, he then turned, and held out his hand, a smile upon his friendly face. Slowly, they came forward to sniff the man's hand, and then looked up at him, searching his face. His hand came toward their shoulders, and gently left a soft stroke down their back. They bristled at first, and began to crouch down and back away, but the man spoke softly; his voice sounding of rough gravel, but soothing and reassuring all the same, and gently gave them another tentative pet, carefully continuing the movement while kalon began to lean into his touch, and gently rubbed their head against his hand. They had never felt such kindness before, such comfort, and after leaving for the night, they returned the next day, where they received more pets, and then water and food. They continued visit the temple everyday from then on, until they began to change, and the visits grew sparse. There was a point where the visits briefly picked up again as often as they had been before, until once again they faded into nothing, and it was a great many years before the kalon went to visit again; when they had become what many would call a nekomata, however, unlike most nekomata who sought to torment and kill, this one remembered the kindness of one human, a man with kind eyes, a man they wanted to see again. They longed for the company of their friend, the one human who had never shied away, for he had always shown them nothing but kindness, even with his face worn with age, and his hands too sore to move. When they arrived however, after walking the path they knew so well, it did not feel the same. There were more present, more men in armor with swords, and no face of the kind man to be seen. It had changed. All that looked the same was the temple itself, and a rusted metal bowl devoid of food sitting outside; the bowl the kind man had once used to give them water, and instantly they new something was wrong. The man was gone, and something told them that they would never come back. The man that, even after it had become a bakeneko, a creature most often feared, had still shown them kindness, his eyes continuing to hold nothing but the warmth they always did, was gone. With that knowledge, something within them rapidly began to break, and crumble into pieces that could not ever be put back into place again, and before they knew it, all the temptation and desire, and all the chaotic nature deeply engraved into their bones began to come out, and before anyone, including themselves could do anything, a flame had left them, and the temple was now ablaze. They leapt viciously at anything that moved in a blind, heartbroken fury, killing them quickly, and soon found themselves inside the temple, the walls and roof crumbling around them, with only one human remaining. In their hand was a sacred scroll they had gone back in to retrieve, and a sword in the other. The nekomata leapt at the samurai, but missed as he dodged out of the way, and instead crashed into the wall by the door, causing a heavy piece made unstable by the inferno begin to fall, and the solider realized that now was their only chance to get out. They began to dash for the door, and as the slightly shaken and disoriented nekomata gave one final leap toward them, the soldier slashed out with their sword, slicing the tip of the nekomata's tail in two, and a split second after they were out, the piece fell, and trapped the beast inside. That was where they had remained ever since, sitting in the darkness, with their head hanging low, their eyes closed in disgrace, growing ever larger, but too heartbroken to leave, with their heart aching for the kind man who was no longer there.
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Re: Kalon #1350 -- Nekomata

Postby Purplefleur » Thu Feb 15, 2018 9:50 am

FOR NOW , IM HAVING 432 WORDS !
Gender: female
Name:Flaming wispers

START:Flaming wispers walked arround the dark forests of loneliness every single night , because she felt lonely . She was abandoned.
Every night , the moon was rising and she walked to the dark forest to find her peace. She was always lonely and she felt always alone . She wanted a friend , or a family for her to love her.But she didnt need it , she was fine , but lonely. One night , the stars were wispering something else. The moon was singing a different haunting melody and the tree leafs was dancing differently at the wind .When she walked through , she felt a little petting on all over her body . She walked through the Dead blue oaks and layed down .She wispered a melody with the following words

~the night is dark,The moon shines back
and everyones have someone to talk...
even the stars , talk to the sky
and the flowers to the butterflys
But I,I,I need a person too
But I,I,I cant find one to...
talk with me ~

She stopped because a golden tear fell from her glowing yellow eye. She clear it off quickly to show braveness , but another one sneaked out of her eye.She started crying under the blue trees.
-Are you ok darling?
Flaming wispers shoked and jumped as high as she could.She turned arround and she saw a kalon spirit watching her happily . She was yellow-ish with blue-black
-Who are you and what are you doing there?
-Im Kalinda, Protector of the forest.Who are you?
-Im Flaming wispers . I come here every night , Why did you noticed me for first time?

Kalinda closed her eyes
-Well flaming wispers, Its the first time i visit the blue oaks for a very long time,the forest is gigantic!But i have to warn you that there is a monster with red claws and one eye,One monster with five arms.Its coming to the blue oaks so you mustnt come back! you have to come back in a month , when it will be gone and destroyed whatever he wanted , not you.
-I cant ! this is the place i spend every single night ! i cant let him destroy it ! I will fight him back !

Kalida opened her eyes so big , and said
- Its very dangerous ! You have to stay to your home !You have no idea how dangerous he is.
-I will fight for this place because.... its my home... if this place will be destoryed i will have no home!

Silence was now between them two , when a howl came from far way.
- Why did he came so quick?
-Who came?
-The monster ! I thought he would come tommorow!He is here now!

Flaming Wispers was'nt Scared of it.
-Idc ! I will fight him !
-Go go go as long as you have time!
-I stay !
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Re: Kalon #1350 -- Nekomata

Postby starshine, » Sat Feb 17, 2018 9:00 am

    reserve !!
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Re: Kalon #1350 -- Nekomata

Postby JulieMew1010 » Sat Feb 17, 2018 12:21 pm

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxname; Hide
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx“Superior”/Japanese
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxgender; Female
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbreeding gender; Female
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbirthday/sign;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOctober 29/Scorpio
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxquick personality;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEmpathetic, compassionate,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxpowerful, loyal, wise

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Like some Nekomatas, Hide started out domesticated. She was often sold or traded off between owners because
of her extravagantly long hair, glowing features, gorgeous markings- and most of all, her beautiful shines, shaped
like a golden heart with flickering golden flames beneath it. Hide was given her name because she seemed superior
to all of the other Kalons in the area, and her first owner wanted all to understand that. However, Hide’s first owner
realized that they could earn quite a lot from selling her off. He didn’t like to interact with her anyway, and saw
Hide as more of a decoration than a loving creature. Later that month they sold her off to the highest bidder- and
then she had a new owner. Hide was delighted, thinking she would be loved and cared for, but this owner kept her
in a measly cardboard box, only letting her out once in a while to show her off to visitors. She was a caring Kal, her
forgiveness knowing no bounds. Her patience, however, was limited. She was sold off, and years went by. She
had been living in the worst conditions for nearly her entire life, and she was through with it. Nearly 6 years after
being sold by her first owner, she noticed that her tail had begun to split. Very slowly, and over a long period of time,
her tail was split in two through half of it. On that day, she knew it was finished. She felt a new power in her chest. A
new, powerful feeling that she knew, somehow, would never leave her. She had grown a lot over the years, and was
about the size of an Ocelot or Serval. Her current owner had visitors nearly every day, and new bidders, but this
owner was waiting. This was the day she struck. When her owner’s visitors had settled in the living room on a
large white couch, she laid beside them, tails swinging and a purr so loud that their wine glasses vibrated. The
owner was delighted, for Hide had never been this friendly with visitors. It was at this moment that she struck.
Leaping off of the comfortable couch, she grabbed her owner’s neck with her sharpened claws, biting them so hard
that her tooth, supported only by weakened gums from the hideous treatment of her body, ripped out of her mouth
and lodged itself in their back. They shrieked in agony along with the terrified and shocked squeals of their visitors. She
eyed the visitors, who were frozen with absolute, pure terror. She barreled through one of the large windows and
sprinted for the nearby hilly region. Her tail, along with her shine, had been broken in two. She no longer valued
humans, for they had no love in their hearts. After about a year, she finally could not keep the grudge that she had
held for so long against humans. With a new joy in her life, she returned to the lively world of humans. She
could sense the love in some of their lives, the loneliness, the spite, the selfishness, and even the desperate need of a
companion. She felt powerful, yet calmed, walking through the crowd as others stared and gaped and pointed. She
was at peace, finally. She spent nights with various humans and their families, observing them as they fed her and
showered her with love- until she finally knew what pure, true love was. (578/800)

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Re: Kalon #1350 -- Nekomata

Postby cocogerber13 » Sat Feb 17, 2018 12:22 pm

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#1350 -- nekomata

Postby inferno. » Sun Feb 18, 2018 2:41 am

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Re: Kalon #1350 -- Nekomata

Postby pepper333 » Sun Feb 18, 2018 3:27 am

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[Name// Kikai Caldera]
[Gender// Femalexxx.]

In my youth, I was no different than any other cat. I enjoyed a nice nap in the sun, watching birds, but, I enjoyed the company of old miss Margery May the most. She was a sweet, kind person, with gentle hands and a gentle heart. She took me in as a kitten, and raised me for many a year. Unfortunately, the townsfolk were not as kind. "Cats are back Luck Margery" "look at the mangy thing!" "You'll bring ruin to us all Margery!" Miss May ignored them, and I made sure to stay out of their way, but that didn't stop the intermittent insults at poor Miss May. But, we were happy together, it just was Miss May and I, she had not married and had no children of her own. Our lives intertwined in a happy harmony until that fateful year. The grass was the first to go. Instead of lush green fields for me to romp in, the grass snapped and cracked when I placed my paws upon it. Then, It was the crops, the little seedlings that had grown so readily over the summer had withered beneath the harsh glaring sun. And, of course, they blamed me. The villagers complaining to Miss May increased exponentially, and they became more violent. Eventually, she became worried for my safety, for I had suffered a nasty kick to my ribs when I had ventured out to the pond to drink. She encouraged me to stay inside, but I didn't, I was hungry and wanted to hunt. I regret going after that mouse every day, but nothing can be done about it now. As I crept closer and closer to my prey, I didn't realize that I was the prey. "Gotcha!" A nasty voice snarled in my ear as it yanked me into the air and then stuffed me in a bag. My Yowls and cries were heard by Miss May, and she hobbled over to my rescue. All I could see, feel, and smell was burlap and all I could hear was the fading voice of Miss May as my kidnapper ran away. Then, my kidnapper stopped and then I felt the bag lurch around me. I felt myself falling, falling, falling and then the bag slipped off me just to reveal a distraught and grief stricken Miss May peering over the edge, and a man right behind her, arms pushing outward into a shove, I yowled a warning but I didn't reach her in time. Miss May was falling now too. Then I hit the water and everything went dark.

I woke up on the riverbank, the recent events swirling in my mind and a pit of anxiety in my gut. Where was Miss May? I looked around and tried to focus my eyes, but I knew, I knew she couldn't swim, I knew she was elderly, and I knew that she was gone. As My cry of grief split the air, I felt myself transforming, growing larger. A sharp pain pierced the end of my tail and then lessened, a mane of white fur grew around my head while my fur darkened from grey to black, claws lengthened and sharpened, and I felt like I was made out of fire. He will pay for what he has done

They were right, I did bring bad luck...

There was nothing left of the village after that day, nothing but ashes, eventually the sands covered it up, and it became known as the Karakum Desert, the "black sand desert" I wander this land now, punishing myself for my misdeeds, and avoiding those who I could harm. I have never felt the rage like that ever resurface, but I am haunted by what I have done. I only hope to eventually atone for this and join Miss May in the afterlife, but I cannot do that without leaving here, my sanctuary, my prison. I have started helping out a nearby village, chasing the predators away from their livestock, Keeping the watch fires lit, but I have a long way to go before I feel good again, feel love again.




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Re: Kalon #1350 -- Nekomata

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Re: Kalon #1350 -- Nekomata

Postby Coco Bunny » Sun Feb 18, 2018 2:10 pm

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text here the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
Every single kalon who lived in Myanpa knows about the legend, young one, of the dark shadow who
circles our little country - if it could be called that. Myanpa was and is a small island off the coast of
Asia, the population only reaching about 4000 kalons, although it was a popular tourist attraction.
Myanpa's waters were incredibly unique, with half of the surrounding tides being light, and the other
half being dark. However, many years ago, the darkness was said to have engulfed the light, only
receding once a month under the full moon's glow. This was thanks to a dark, cat-like kalon who
prowled in the dead of night. It was said that anyone who sees the glowing yellow of Miyako would
never be seen again, which kept the kalons of Myanpa safely inside their houses each and every night.


Miyako was said to be a mixed spirit, a single tailed, black cat who's body glowed with an eerie
yellow light and whose claws were sharper than the sharpest of blades, wielded by the guardians.
Miyako's body was covered with black eyes and could see through the dark with fire like none
had ever seen before. Miyako was made up of two separate beings, Mei - the dark - and
Akiko - the light. The two worked both together and apart but were never seen separated.


The citizens of Myanpa would leave offerings every full moon to Miyako, to sooth the spirit and
bring the blessings upon them.
However, one night, a great storm was brought upon Myanpa. The streets became crowded with
kalons, cowering outside and inside their houses, staring at the sky. Lighting forked from the
rolling clouds, scorching trees and buildings. Fear filled the air more than the rain battering the
civilians.


Suddenly, all the lightning seemed to gather in one cloud. It ripped the air in two, shooting at
speeds barely visible to the naked eye. But as it snaked its way to the ground, a dark figure
launched itself off of a roof, yellow markings gleaming in the night. The crowds watched as
Miyako, snarling, leaped through the air and collided head-on with the lightning. As Miyako
hurtled to the ground, the thunder soothed, the rain lessened, and the smoldering lump of fur
lay in a small crater. A circle was formed, silent, wondering if the guardian and destroyer had been-
movement. Eyes as yellow as the lightning previous opened and the markings began to glow, but
this light was not malicious like it previously was. Miyako rose, their newly forked tail snapping
through the air, leaving small droplets of glowing light in its wake. And as the clouds parted to
reveal the moon, still softly glowing, Miyako turned their head to face it, at peace. No longer
did Mei and Akiko have to work against each other - they were one, different as could be but
branching from the same stem, just like Miyako's tail.

This is the legend of Miyako, young one, and this is why we leave the broken pots out every
year. They're filled with gold - it's a tradition, to show Miyako that the broken piece is
just as beautiful as the whole vase, possibly even more so, as every piece of pottery has a
story to tell.[545 words]
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Their name is Miyako, a cat-like kalon deity
who lives on the peaceful island of
Myanpa as their guardian
Non in amore,
sed amo vos tamen

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