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[Kyar]

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LandOfSouls
Name:
Vergil
Gender:
Male
Grudge:
Vergil tends to hold grudges for... a very long time. He has never forgave anyone for anything bad they had done to him. But the worst grudge he has ever held is to his best friend from kindergarten. Vergil forgot the name of the old 'friend' but he does know that the person in question judged him pretty badly. It was a simple comment and a trip to the hospital for the other kalon.

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★ alive. / jacob / trans male / bisexual / (personality type here) ★

grudge; when his "best friend" outed him.
❝ i remember it like it was yesterday. april 23rd 2009, the day my "best friend", jackson, outed me as trans in front of everyone. it was a normal school day. i walked into school, opened my locker, and went to go talk to my friends. as usual, jackson was waiting for me on the side of the water fountains. he began talking to me about "how my morning was" and "what i ate for breakfast." we walked to his locker and continued our little conversation, until his friends came over. i despised his friends, they were buff jock jerks who made fun of anyone who'd say that football was a dumb sport. "hey there cutie, mind if i talk to your boyfriend?" ugh, that snarky remark came from the 'leader' of the group, mikey. he'd always say that i was "cute", "adorable", or even "hot", but he of course had a barbie girl as a girlfriend already. he'd also joke about me and jackson dating... but that's evident that we're not a thing. ❞



❝ "hey, did 'ya hear me honey? go away, i'm gonna have a word with your boyfriend." he snapped as one of his friends grabbed my shirt collar and pushed me to the side. jackson wasn't the type to sit and watch, so he interfered, but it wasn't very good. "cut it out guys, she's delicate!" of course, this made me feel horrible. like, i already have to deal with being the wrong gender, but now you paste the word 'delicate' on me?? my mind went blank. he knew what i felt like on the inside, i told him everything! maybe it was a mistake? he can't be serious...
"jackson stop, i'll leave, it's fine" i replied with a small smile as i walked away. i felt like i was going to puke, i couldn't believe one of my best friends would've done this to me. i ran to the girls bathroom and locked myself in one of the stalls. i couldn't get ahold of my breathing, so i was hyperventilating. i started crying when someone came into the bathroom. "jade? is that you? are you okay?" ❞



❝ it was meg. megan isn't really one of my 'best friends', but she's helpful and tells the best jokes. "jade? i know it's you. open up." fine, i guess she's not going to stop. i open the door and i see meg in front of me. she grabbed me a few tissues and sat with me on the toilet seat. we spoke for a while, but when she asked what was wrong i simply said i felt sick to my stomach. she believed me and we continued to talk. she told me a few jokes that made me laugh, and she pulled out a piece of gum for me to chew on. meg was amazing. i missed all of period 1 and half of period 2, but meg sat with me through it all. "are you feeling better? we should get to class." i replied with a "yes i'm feeling a lot better, thank you." as i picked up my textbooks and went to english class. ❞



❝ after class, i headed to my locker and sat there for a bit, talking with the person next to me. we has a quick chat about our math class and then they left. i felt a tap on my shoulder and saw jackson. i still wasn't over what happened, because let's face it, i'm a stubborn person and i hold grudges. "hey, jade i'm really sorry... were you crying? your eyes are red." i can see that he really isn't sorry, he just wants my forgiveness. "yeah, i forgive you." i replied while pushing past him, textbooks in hand. "jade what's your problem? god, i hate when you do this." i cannot believe he's doing this. i ignore him while i keep walking, hearing a faint "oh my god jade, i said i was sorry" from jacksons mouth. i kept ignoring him for the rest of the day, trying to keep my distance. we did share a class though, period 5: visual arts. jackson was usually really bad at art and of course i'd be nice and help him with his projects. i'd usually get scolded by the teacher because he was supposed to do his own work, but i helped anyways. he sat about 3 chairs away from me, but at one point he came to talk to me. "hey jade, i'm honestly sorry and i don't know what i did... i want you to forgive me, please." he doesn't know what he did? i'm furious at this point, but i still keep my cool. "you don't know what you did? you said that i was fragile, it really hurts to know you think about me that way." i told him the way i felt, and i didn't yell like i usually would. this was real, and he knew it. this came from my heart. ❞



❝ he hugged me. "jade i'm sorry, i forgot and..." i abruptly ended our conversation with "no, it's fine." the bell rang and i got up and left. i wasn't sorry, i know that he wasn't sorry either. he doesn't really care about me being trans, and i don't know why i'm still friends with him. i know as soon as i come out, he and his friends are going to laugh at me. i went to my locker and saw mikey standing there, with some sort of invitation in his hands. "hey there honey, this is for you. it's from jackson." i studied the envelope, it was white with writing in blue pen that said "jade" with a little star beside it. "uh, thanks mikey." i replied as i opened the letter. "jade, we're having a house party. friday @ 9:00. 234 dutch st. see you there." since i didn't have plans that night, i decided i'd go. ❞



❝ skip to friday night. it was about an hour until the party and i was sitting with my older brother, zach. he was giving me a lecture on the topic of "don't drink and don't do drugs", but i'd never do that anyways. i was going because i had nothing to do that night, and i've heard lots of amazing stories about mikey's house parties. like that one time some drunk kid hung off of his family's crystal chandelier singing "i believe i can fly", now that's something i definitely don't want to miss. zach drove me that night, i was wearing a dark purple sweatshirt and some black leggings, my hair was still really long at the time so i threw it up into a lazy bun. i wasn't one of those girls to dress up all fancy, so i sorta just threw on some comfy clothes. as we approached the address i slowly started regretting going. i could've just sat at home all night doing nothing, but it was too late now. we stopped outside of his house and saw that there were already some guys smoking on the porch. before i got out, zach told me to call if i needed him. i told him that i would, got out and started walking towards the door. i could hear the music blasting and felt the vibrations as i walked up the stairs on the porch. i could smell alcohol in the air, it was strong and i hated it. ❞

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Username: Decipher
Name: D'Andre
Gender: Trans-male
Grudge: He only has one eye he is able to see out of because a friend played a cruel prank on him.
Grudge Story:
When D'Andre was a smaller Kalon, he had a few friends because he gives off an unfriendly vibe. He was actually the opposite of unfriendly, but few dared to try to talk to him, they were too intimidated. He really thought he had a best friend, but in the end not all friends last. The 'friend' was dared to become friends with D'Andre, and poor D'Andre was foolish enough to believe he actually wanted to be friends. Then maybe a month after, D'Andre thought they had become best of friends, but really the other kalon just wanted to get away from him. The kalon set off a flash grenade, which created a blinding light. D'Andre fell backwards, only able to see the Kalon run off into the woods. The blinding light caused D'Andre to black out, once all the light faded away, the 'friend' and his pals all laughed at him. D'Andre woke up minutes later to see them all towering over him, mocking him and laughing. That's when D'andre noticed something off, he couldn't see anything with his left eye..It was just black. D'Andre was in tears, and that caused the other kalons to cause an uproar with laughter and run off before he could do anything else. D'Andre ever since then realized he couldn't trust anyone, and stopped talking to anyone but himself completely, he blocked out all the insults, all the mockery, and just focused on staying alive. If the mockery and insults got too extreme, he could scare them away by showing his other eye, a light-almost white-blue eye docked in scars, then they would run off. This is why this kalon holds a grudge against almost all of humanity.

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shibeboi/Nhimal/Male

So basically, where do I start? Everything at this point is super fuzzy, like waking up from a bad dream. I only remember some parts, the parts that effected me the most.

Well I'll start from the beginning. When I was a young kit, I was very open to others. I also kinda thought I was good ad everything.I had a good disposition and good intents.

So one day, me and my group of friends were playing in the daycare we went to. My parents worked a lot, so they sent me here. I was off by myself, drawing a picture for my parents (it was them side by side smiling) when suddenly I noticed a strange kit sitting in the corner, staring at me. He was all by himself, so I decided to introduce myself. I brought my picture with me in case this mysterious kit liked art. When I reached him I said:

"Hey! How's it going?" I got no reply. He just stared at me, his face blank, like he was staring into my soul. Gave me the creeps, if I'm being honest. He then looked down at my drawing. I thought this was the chance to get him to be my friend (I wanted everyone to be my friend).

"Do you like it? That's my mom on the left and my dad on the right!" I said, pointing with my paws as I introduced them. He started at the picture for another minute before lowering his mouth and tearing it right down the centre with his paw, making a perfect split. My mom was on one half with my dad on the other. As a kid, I was furious.

"Hey! I spent loads of time on that drawing!" I was near tears in anger. Then, the kit lifted his head and smiled the creepiest, scariest, most bone chilling smile ever. For a moment I was stunned with fear. Something was not right with this kit. Then, being the stupid child I was, I went to tell the daycare instructor about the kit and my drawing. When I went to show her where the kit was, but he was gone. For the rest of the time I was there, I stayed away from that corner. It gave me a bad feeling, and I didn't want to run into that creepy kit again.

When my parents finally picked me up, I knew something was wrong. I always had a feeling about this kinda stuff. Like mother's intuition, but I was a boy and a kit. Both my parents looked sad. I asked them what's wrong, but they said not to worry and kept walking. Then, we went to the very expensive restaurant in our town and I knew something was up. They always brought me here when they had bad news. Like when my grandmother passed away or when we had to sell my dog. I got dinner, we went home and they broke the news.

They said I could order anything I wanted, but I wasn't hungry. I just ordered fries and iced tea and ate in silence. I didn't want to know what was wrong.

Finally after dinner, we headed home. I went in first, my parents right behind me. My dad shut the door, sighed and said

"Son, we have some bad news." My heart was racing, the anxiety in my chest bubbling out everywhere in my body.

"Your mother and I, are, uh, going are separate ways. We don't get along anymore and it would be horrible of us to stay together, if all we would do is fight around you. We are incredibly sorry it had to be this way." My father kept rambling on about something, but I didn't hear it. I wasn't a terribly smart kit, but my brain put the pieces together in an instant. That kit, or whatever it was, tore that paper so that my parents were separated. But, how? How would he have known?

After that was kinda fuzzy, like how I mentioned earlier. I just remember putting a brave face on and going to bed early. I didn't sleep, trying to convince my mind that all of this with the kit was just a coincidence. There's no way something like this could happen, right?

The next morning when my parents dropped me off at my daycare again, my eyes searched the room for him. Nowhere in sight. Good. I built a little house out of building blocks. It was supposed to be my house. I didn't dare turn my back to that wretched corner. I heard a soft pitter patter of paws behind me, so turned around, thinking it was one of my friends. I screamed so loudly that everyone in the room heard me. It was him. I backed away, staring at him. He had his gaze fixed on my, his face blank like the first time. After we stared each other down for a minute, he looked at my makeshift house, smiled that creepy smile and that hose lit on fire. As it was burning, I was screaming. I was a bit of a coward as a kid, so this scared the living daylights outta me. But when I blinked, it was gone. The fire, the blocks, the kit. The daycare instructor calmed me down, and I sat there for a while, shaking. I thought I saw a firetruck go by in the direction of my house.

There was a phone call, and my daycare instructor picked up. Her face quickly turned serious as she spoke. I observed, watching her expressions change. She looked at me once or twice before the phone call ended. then, she walked over to me, her face sad, and said:

"Nhimal, I'm sorry, but your house caught fire and burned down. They tried to save it, but it's gone now."

Again, another dream moment. But I remember my parents crying, me crying and the smell of smoke that radiated off what used to be my home. We got sent to a special home so we could have food and water. For a week, nothing happened. I was thinking of what I was going to do if, no, when I saw him again. I had to admit I thought of some things that no child should think about, but I was mad. Mad, mad. I was not going to let this happen again. But it did.

I was walking home from the ice cream store (looking at ice cream, not buying any because we had no money) and stopped. I dug some pictures out from my backpack I carried everywhere. Now, this is important information: I was in all the pictures. I am sure of it.

I lay on the ground, looking at all the pictures. One for Christmas, Halloween, Easter, all my birthdays. I felt a presence approach in front of me and murmured:
"Go away." I was not in the chit chat mood. Still, it stayed there. Didn't budge. I raised my head, prepared to yell, when I froze. It was him, ready to make my life a living hell for the third time. I couldn't move. He looked down at the pictures, smiled that same bone chilling, stomach lurching, make-your-blood-run-cold smile. He then, one by one, placed all the photos on top of each other, forming a tower. He took them in his mouth and shook them, placing them back down, looking at me. I blinked, and he was gone. I didn't want to see what he did, but I had to look. At first, I saw nothing out of the ordinary, but hen I looked closer. I was gone. In every photo, I was gone.

I went to the place we were staying, finally having the courage to tell my parents what's going on. I open the door, and see them. they both stared at me with shock.

"My, my little kit. Are you lost?" My mother looked at me, concerned. I replied with:

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Our conversation goes on and, it turns out, they don't remember me. I run crying to my friends house, but he doesn't remember me either. I try everyone. The daycare, the merchant, the firefighters, my uncle, but nobody knows who I am. I realize that it's the kit who did this. He made everyone forget about me. I ran away into the forest, never to come back.

I know live my life in the solitude of the forest. Afraid to make any friends, fearing he will come back and make my life a living hell again. He took everything away from me, at such a young age. That is the grudge I have held, and will hold, until the day I die. Because next time, it's him who will be afraid, afraid of me. The next time I see him, I'll... I'll... well, I don't know what I'll do, but I will somehow show him that he messed with the wrong Kalon,that I'm the one that should be feared.

Better watch out, I'm coming for you.