✎ [Kalon Adopts] Development Event — (OVER!)

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Workshop One - Day Two Exercise

Kalon Name: Fortune
Link to Kalon: xxx
Write about a time when your Kalon(s) lost something important or someone close to them:
Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the transparent sphere was glowing a plethora of colours,
yellow, orange... and then black. The other kalons paw cut through the serene glow, the bright colours
merging with the shadow around them, the black was only pierced by the glow of some... faint orange
candles. The glass exploded everywhere, the brown hued kalon let out a shriek, stumbling backwards
on unsteady legs that were fit to crumble beneath his figure. It was as if his life was flashing before his eyes.

The room spun, the candles blurred, his magic... no his magic! Forcing himself to stay steady. his head facing
the floor, his head snapped up to square up to the blue pelted kalon, thrusting himself against the table, the
only wall stopping him from tearing this other apart. His eyes had grown tainted, he could feel a.. burning
sensation in one, as it dulled from a bright orange, to a dull brown - just like his pelt. He coughed and
stumbled, clearly weak,, although he refused to admit it. Anger surged through him and powered him to
chase this... thing out of his residence. He could barely see still though, his pupils beginning to fade.

He then suddenly leaped over the table, as if possessed by some sort of demon, teeth bared - so unusual
for a species usually so calm. He brawled with the other kalon, his rage unbarring. He tackled and held
the other kalon to the floor, he could feel the fear rising from the other kalon - which was when he began
to question his morality. Was this right? Was it right for him to attack? Was it right for him... he took a
shaky step off of the other kalon, who bolted straight for the door. Fortune coughed, and stumbled back
into the table, his head pounding, his senses fading, the candles lost their glow that night.

Fortune stared blankly into the mirror.

There was nothing left in his eyes.

[trivium]

Workshop One - Writing Prompt

Kalon Name: raziel.
Link to Kalon: boop.
Prompt: raziel is an extroverted one to start off with, but not particularly in the best of ways. she honestly isn’t the kindest, and is lacking in a good brain-to-mouth filter, so simply tells things like they are and doesn’t care what others may think of it. she likes to surround himself with cute / calming kalons, settings, and objects because of this. she does have soft spots for certain things like candles and incense (you will find many around her home), soft music, seaweed candy, and bubble baths. she respects those who have their own strong opinions.

emotionally reserved though very forward in approaches with others, raziel is pretty laid back with mostly everyone. she doesn't quite know how to respond to kindness and will often struggle to reciprocate acts of such towards her, though most of her endeavors end in embarrassment for her. raziel's intentions are set on the safety and health of those that she finds herself attached to, being very protective over them and alert to their wants and needs at all times. being betrayed would be absolutely heartbreaking to her since when she finds someone she can put her trust into, it's so rare that she only does it once in a blue moon. she's quite efficient, a hard worker, and one of the most trustworthy kalons on this planet. taking a secret to the grave is not that hard of a task for raziel to overcome, being naturally as stoic as she is.

she loves the outdoors and will often go hiking or do a bit of outdoor yoga, claiming it to be more focusing and tranquil once she's found the right spot all away from the city life that still holds her heart. a hobby of hers is baking, and even though she enjoys it thoroughly, isn't very good at it. she and her house always smells of nag champa (or a variety of essential oils) and burnt cookies - not a particularly bad scent, but still a little odd at first.

Workshop One - Art Prompt

Kalon Name: andromeda.
Link to Kalon: boop.
Drawing: wip, will have done by the end of the day

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Workshop One - Day Two Exercise

Kalon Name: eliseo.
Link to Kalon: boop.
Write about a time when your Kalon(s) lost something important or someone close to them:
eliseo comes home one night from yet another rough day at work. he's been working overtime for weeks to the point where he's lucky to get three hours of sleep. he looks as though he could drop from exhaustion any minute, and he becomes very snappish, on edge, and paranoid.

he comes home and his boyfriend, jesse (owned by wicke), is waiting for him. he's had enough of eliseo practically working himself to death and goes off on a tangent. he's worried for him and wants him to stop, to stand up to his superiors and make things right. eliseo has a breakdown and snaps at jesse. he's never done this before, he could count all the times on one hand he'd raised his voice at him, in fact. this was an all out, practically screaming episode. he's crying and yelling and trying to defend what he's doing, even though he knows it's detrimental for his health and the people he cares about.

after arguing with jesse, who was still trying to talk some sense into him, eliseo left. he knew that he couldn't take back those things he'd shouted. he was too panicked and prideful to apologize. he ended up staying with his ex and their kid from before him and jesse were together, which may have sparked more tension, even though nothing would have ever happened. he feels more guilt weigh on him with every passing day. he ignores calls and texts from jesse, and continues at the rate at which he was working before, only now with the added guilt of losing the one he loved most in the world.

a few days later, he ends up in the hospital. he had collapsed on a scene with armed criminals from pure exhaustion and working himself to the bone. he gets shot in the shoulder by one of the said criminals and is rushed to the hospital after everything was neutralized. eliseo's arm is temporarily paralyzed with little to no chance of full recovery, and the force finally sends him home. he can't shoot straight or lift most things, and the condition of his arm only worsens despite intense physical therapy. it's killing him because he knew that if he doesn't recover, he won't be able to go back on the force as he was. he was toeing the line of losing his job, the thing he had mistakenly put before jesse.

eliseo is out in the park one day, walking his dog and trying to relax and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. he's been taking care of himself a lot better than before, though still not as best as he could at all. he still felt as though there was a gaping hole where his two passions in life had been torn from him, even though it was all his fault anyways. he still constantly worries about jesse and how he's doing and if he's okay and if he had found someone else to replace him.

speaking of the devil, his dog jerks on the leash. he was too weak to resist the energetic dog fueled by someone or something that he saw across the park. eliseo finally stumbles and nearly falls flat on his face as his dog stops, jumping at a familiar person with excited yips. he swallows a lump in his throat, but couldn't tear his gaze away. it was jesse.

he almost had a breakdown right then and there, but eventually collects himself enough to profusely apologize to him. it was long and winded, like he had thought it out so very many times in his head but still didn't quite know how to piece it all together. he tells him that he knows that jesse was only trying to look out for him and help him, and that he's trying to get his life back on track now that he was on medical orders to take a temporary leave from the police force. he promised to take matters up with his superiors if he even went back, though he severely doubted he would get to anyways. he just vomits all these words and apologies and promises to jesse and can only hope he says anything back.

jesse doesn't say anything, and turns, and walks away. it will be a very long time before the trust between them is rebuilt, and it may never even be the same as it was before.

[Cynderheart]

Workshop One - Writing Prompt[/u]

Kalon Name: Xerxes
Link to Kalon: viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3369689
Prompt: loveable floof who is head over heels for Andreas. Most likely keeps a shrine of her some where. Always happy and excited, caring, gentle

[rem sleep]

Workshop One - Day Two Exercise

Kalon Name: Kraken
Link to Kalon: x
Write about a time when your Kalon(s) lost something important or someone close to them:

The wedding was beautiful. Clean white decorated the entire ballroom, and Kraken himself stood proud in a deep blue tux, a white tie hanging down below his neck. He looked out at the crowd, some familiar and some distant, with the most boisterous grin he could manage. He felt himself shaking in his sleek black dress shoes, however. Everyone knew that time was ticking, and she was nowhere to be seen. The bride, that is, the woman in the gorgeous gown-- the woman of his dreams. They'd been seeing eachother for years now, living together for a good portion of that-- so marriage was the next logical step. They both agreed upon it, they both talked for hours on end about the plans and preparations for the procedure, and they both winced at the costly receipts and giggled about the perceived turnout.

One can understand, then, why he was shaking as he looked out into the ensemble. An intermingling mix of his family and friends as well as hers, people he'd known his whole life mixed with mysterious strangers and he felt himself buckling under the pressure without her there to steel his resolve. The fact she wasn't here already was a concern in and of itself. One more minute, she'd said, I'll be late but I'll be there. She had sent word that Kraken should go on ahead and she would be with him as soon as possible, surely if he stood a moment longer, she'd appear from behind the ballroom doors with a wide and exuberant smile-- the kind of smile that gives life back to the hopeless-- and she'd practically skip down the aisle and into Kraken's arms. Surely.

Moments passed and melted away into more, compiling until it was an hour, and then two. The crowd began to dwindle, thinning until only the determined remained. Kraken felt, in that instant, that his world was about to shatter. He was confused and conflicted-- where was she? Was she alright? The questions buzzed in his mind and quarreled over eachother, consuming one another with the chaos as the blended into a roar which raged behind his ears. Kraken excused himself and went to the room she'd designated as her own-- the one she set aside to change in so Kraken wouldn't be able to see. He peered in only to see that it was empty.

His heart sank down to his stomach. He slipped inside, looking over everything in its unremarkable lack of evidence. He wandered the room, lost in his mind and his despair. A few laps, a few more, and he faced the mirror. He looked in at himself-- a tall, proud man, dressed nicely for the time of his life. He took the white rose from his pocket and held it in his hand. He tensed his fingers to crush it-- knowing that for whatever reason-- she was gone. He couldn't make himself do it, however, and his hand lightly closed around the thing before he dropped it at his feet, looking up to meet his reflection's eyes. He gritted his teeth and whined before falling, finally, to his knees.

Kraken felt the world around him disappear. Nothing else mattered as much as what was going on inside of him-- nothing mattered more than her-- and she didn't seem to think he mattered at all. Was she even here, at all? Did she show up or had she rigged it all along? He sat in the empty room, every kind word she ever gave him orbitting his mind and breaking apart until they all blurred together, fading into the backdrop of his mind as they were washed over with worry-- with anxiety-- with concern.

He couldn't help but feel, in that moment, that no one had ever truly loved him. If she had not, then surely-- no one ever could have. The affection he shared with her was the most sincere thing he'd ever given to anyone before. He'd never opened up quite the way he had with her-- and he likely never would again. In that moment, he felt walls rising within himself, locks sealing off those sensitive parts of himself. He assured himself that this would never happen again. Not abandonment-- not even love. That was the easiest way. If she didn't want him, he couldnt fathom that anyone else could rival her kindness.

Workshop One - Day Two Exercise

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Workshop One - Writing Prompt

Kalon Name:Fletcher
Link to Kalon:http://sta.sh/02b1bw37bupl
Prompt:Adventurous kid who loves to get into lots of trouble and loves adventures. He is happy most of the time, you don't want to get him mad though. He flips out when he gets mad, he will flip a table.

[Catskitten]

Workshop One - Day Two Exercise

Kalon Name:
Forager Evans Knight
Link to Kalon:
http://sta.sh/01ltsc9rxqbz
Write about a time when your Kalon(s) lost something important or someone close to them:
/How he lost them/

The last time he remembered his parents was them leaving him in the dark forest.
As a very young kit not understanding why they walked away and not understanding why when he followed they bit him and snarled at him.
It was a faded memory but he remembered one thing.
It was raining at the time and he screamed at them walking away,small and unforgiving
"Why are you leaving me?! I....hate...you!"
Than breaking down in loud sobs and throwing himself in the mud.
Not understanding why he was being punished.
Not understanding what would happen to him next.
When he looked up and his situation sank in deeper.
Having fits of anxiety and hiding in a nearby bush.
Broken. Lost.Terrified. Untrusting.

[dolly]

Workshop One - Day Two Exercise

Kalon Name: Cora
Link to Kalon: xxx
Write about a time when your Kalon(s) lost something important or someone close to them: The most loss she's ever felt is when her child, Killian, left them. He left without warning and left them all in shock. For a long while they thought he was taken away from them, kidnapped against his will. For that time she felt like the world had betrayed her, that the people of this world were against her. She leaned a lot on her mate as did she. It was difficult feeling you may never see your child again but they had hope it was different where ever he was, that he was happy and healthy. When he came back and left again it was like reopening a cut. He came back but left again. It's still hard for her knowing her son is out there on his own but it helps knowing he is happy. All she wants is her children and Summer to be happy and that overshadows the pain and sadness.

[eltonn]

Workshop One - Day Two Exercise

Kalon Name: Parvati Pichard Bianchi
Link to Kalon: x
Write about a time when your Kalon(s) lost something important or someone close to them:

Parvati flitted his eyelids open, staring at the ceiling of his room. His wife had left the house already, taking their two sons to school and then driving to her workplace. Esmarelda always had to leave first; waitressing required her to be up far earlier than Parvati's job. He pulled himself up from his bed, shuffling to the bathroom to brush his teeth. It was a chilly Minnesota morning, and he shivered as his paws touched the cold tiles of his floor. After finishing his morning routines, Parvati padded downstairs, snatching his camera off of the banister before entering the kitchen. He brewed himself a cup of coffee, sipping it lightly while he waited for his bagel to toast.

With breakfast taken care of, Parvati headed to the door, looping his camera around his wrist. As usual, he lifted his paw to grab his scarf before exiting his house. But to his shock, where his scarf always was, instead there was emptiness. Parvati's hackles raised. Frantically, he dropped his coffee cup, allowing the thankfully plastic object to clunk to the ground as he searched through the coat hangers along the wall. He felt his vision tunnel as his heart dropped with no scarf in sight. The item had become similar to a security blanket to him, and his anxiety acted up without its comforting closeness around his neck. Parvati inhaled deeply, sitting down on the ground. Calm down, it's probably in the wash, Parvati. He took a few moments to just breathe, fighting away his rising panic. The male lifted his phone, punching in the familiar number of Esmarelda. One.. two.. three.. four rings, and she picked up. "Es, I can't find my scarf..." Parvati couldn't keep the tremor out of his voice as he inquired. "Did.. you bring it to the coin laundry last night?"

"Parvati, I have done nothing with your scarf. Did you check both closets?" Came his wife's reply. The black and white male sighed, responding with a weak 'no' before hanging up. He stood up shakily, batting away the hems of his son's coats, which hung on the racks above him. Parvati trotted down to the closet down the hall, where Esmarelda's sweaters were often kept, and opened the door. He poked his head in, first his eyes scanning for the bright blue fabric. His stomach turned as it was nowhere to be found. Plunging his paws into the closet, Parvati began to sift through the sweaters, his breathing becoming faster and heavier the longer he took.

He had gone through the entire closet. Nothing even resembling his blue scarf. Parvati allowed himself to emit a mangled whimper as he sunk to the ground, his head in his paws.

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Workshop One - Day Two Exercise

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