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

[rem sleep]

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

Kalon Name: Mariah

Link to Kalon: x

Write about them interacting with their favorite thing: (item, person, place, etc.)

Mari held his shovel close to his chest as the wind billowed through his hair. The long black strands whipped about freely, streaming in the heavy breeze. If passed as a gasp of the night and he cast his eyes to the shovel clasped tightly in both hands. It was an unremarkable object in almost every way. A long, ragged stick had been converted haphazardly into his night-watch cane by another member of the coven, no doubt, but it felt entirely his own despite this. It was his, after all, it was his only company in the night-light of the cemetary. Straying between each row of tombs, he carried his shovel with him each and every night. The jar suspended on its bent handle was now and forever alight with fireflies, caught by Mari himself at the fall of dark each night before his rounds. He was cautious, of course, making sure they would be fine come morning. Each time the sky fell to black, Mariah would wander the cemetary alone-- save for the bright glow of his shovel.

He eyed the moving fireflies within, which buzzed and fluttered around as the illuminated the path ahead of him with their glow. Mariah felt a thin smile trace his features. Despite his situation and despite all odds, there were still things that could make him smile. He-- a man who had lost everything-- could take joy in these beautiful little things. The gentle dance of the fireflies, even captive in his jar, made Mariah a little more at ease. They weren't much company, but he shared his stride with them in a way, and walking with someone through the cemetary, now cast in the peach light of the fireflies, Mariah felt his smile widen. His steps swayed, ever so slightly rhythmic, he spun on one heel and then the other, pivotting in a dance as he hoisted the shovel high into the night sky. He broke into a simple dance, the steps he recalled from another time, and let himself be captive there-- in that moment of his blissful past.

The moment passed and Mariah fell to the ground, clutching his shovel close to his chest with a grin. This shovel was his, but simultaneously it was a lot more than just that. The fireflies were his friends, in an odd sort of way, and he felt that perhaps with them he wasn't as alone as he felt-- perhaps the tombstones weren't as imposing, and his environment wasn't warped. Perhaps, even in this dismal life, there was something beautiful left-- Mari just had to look for it a little harder. No doubt, he'd find it-- cast in the peach glow of the fireflies.

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

Kalon Name: Belial + Alvarez

* note, Alvarez does not belong to me! he belongs to Akemi-chan!

Link to Kalon: x / x

Draw them interacting with their favorite thing: (item, person, place, etc.)

[yen.]

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

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[Fuscontidox]

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

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[angelshy]

workshop one - day four exercise

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workshop one - art prompt

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[Hinoka]

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

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[trivium]

Workshop One - Art Prompt

Kalon Name: madeleine.
Link to Kalon: boop.
Drawing:


Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

Kalon Name: chen.
Link to Kalon: boop.
Draw them interacting with their favorite thing:
wip - him holding his 'talking' whiteboard

[Paints]

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

Kalon Name: Owen
Link to Kalon: Boop
Write about them interacting with their favorite thing:
"Shhhh, it's gonna be ok. Just hold still there."

That was how Owen meet his new best friend.

Owen had taken a group of tourists on the dolphin watching boat out to sea, giving them the rare opportunity to let them swim.

Ohhh was that a bad, but good idea.

A mother and a kit put on life jackets to go for a swim, but the little kid jabbed a dolphin in the eye. The dolphin screeched out in pain as his eye is permanently damaged.
"HOLD ON I'VE GOT YOU!" A few other tourists haul everyone back onto the boat while Owen swims out to help the dolphin.



It's been 6 months now, and Owen is best friends with the dolphin. They swim together, and the dolphin always lets the tourists touch him or even hold onto him as long as Owen is there to keep an open eye out. They laugh (odd), and hang together always.

[hazilnut]

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

Kalon Name: Jade Xiu
Link to Kalon: Boop
Write about them interacting with their favorite thing: Shadow Puppets!

Jade was inside her wagon, letting her paws caress the shadow puppets lined up in her trunk, reassuring herself they were still there. The sun told her it was past noon, and the crowd told her it was show time. Through the silk screen she could just make out the shapeless masses that made up her audience. The smallest children who could never sit still- blurs of contrast darting across her vision tailed by larger shapes, their parents, desperately trying to corral them before the performance began. The old grandparents; hunched over mountains in the background. Couples whose bodies blended into one. Jade knew that beyond that screen lay another world, one of color and detail and light; but that was not her world. Her world was of dancing shadows, twisted alive by how she turned them to catch the light, of suspended belief and ever-changing worlds that arose at her paws. Stories where anything and everything could happen, and you never knew quite what you were seeing. That was Jade's world, and every performance she got to share it.

The murmurs grew louder and she knew it was time to begin. Careful paws flicked a flame alive in her lantern, coaxing down to just the right lighting. The audience hushed, knowing what was about to happen, even the little children quit fidgeting in their parents' lap. Jade allowed herself a moment to get ready. A deep breath in, a deep breath out. Calm, and then a sudden storm of twists and turns! It was a dance, in one sense of it, a precise performance of skill and grace. Each puppet had to be in the right place at the right time, and always moving, always. The story is conveyed through motion- she could not afford to mess it up. Mountain cutout stretching across the screen- the day wearing on. Then the peasant man, hunched and slow, toting his burden of rice. But he moves too quick, the burden is too light! And it is hunger that impedes his trek instead. And then the fox- winding, wavering fox. Delicate beauty that never stops, never stops. She cannot afford to, to stop would be to reveal herself. No, best to keep moving, best to keep twisting and dancing- mesmerizing and tricking the audience until they do not quite know what she is. Jade felt her heart beat quick in solidarity with the fox. She knew too well the ways of weaving and hiding. But the peasant man he is slow, far slower than the fox, but wiser- far wiser as well. He sets a trap of tantalizing tea cakes, and the fox, used to being the trickster herself- forgets her caution. The trap snaps shut, slowly, as long as it can be drawn out it must be- to highlight it's inevitability. And it was always at this part, no matter that Jade knew how the rest of the story went, how the fox turned into a kitsune and made a deal with the peasant man for her freedom. How the rice harvest became bountiful again and the peasant man and the kitsune fell in love. How everything worked out in the end. No matter that she knew this story by mind and by heart, this part always made her nearly cry out. For being caught, being seen as she really was. Being forced to reveal herself when all she wanted was a care-free life- it was Jade's greatest fear. She knew that fox, she was that fox, and it shone through in her performance.

The crowd cheered wildly, even the children who knew no more than that the flashing images had been pretty brought their hands together and stomped their feet. Jade was sweating and probably crying too, but they could not see for she was protected by her screen. Her performances exposed her to the world, made her feel desperately vulnerable but incredibly strong at the same time. Strong enough to approach the screen close enough so her shadow of a bow shone through. "Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed my performance. Tomorrow I will be doing The Monkey King." The children's cheers grew even wilder in anticipation for the show they loved so much. Jade's grin grew too. The next performance would be for who it should be- the children, but today's had been for her.

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

Kalon Name: Jade Xiu
Link to Kalon: Boop
Draw them interacting with their favorite thing: Shadow Puppets!

[Gladis]

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

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[rnirai]

Workshop One - Day Four Exercise

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