[Cleverify]

[Username] - Cleverify

I find solace in the new and the unusual. My life is full of travel and discovery, and so, naturally, I feel as though I've seen it all. But what has passed to-and-fro, almost teasingly in my peripheral, masked by foliage, is something I'm certain the world is as unacquainted with as I. And yet nothing exists completely in secret, so I long ago set out for the few who must have answers to the questions my mind can not stand to leave unanswered.

In the smallest nooks of the planet, there lay civilizations unbothered by the weight of progression. And it seems within these small groups, some of the strangest things do occur. And it is they who have shared the tale I sought, the tale of Lincoln.



It is beyond my comprehension that such a stunning creature exists, and that it's beauty and power could go so unnoticed. I could not describe it's home to you, for no one who has not experienced it for themselves could fathom it. I have fondly dubbed it Broyage for the endless peace that exists here.

But this story is about Lincoln, not his home. He no longer exists on the edge of my senses, like many creatures of myth seem to. He is not a blurry picture, or footprint in the mud, he stands before me and speaks, and I am humbled to listen.

Lincoln is not a king, or even a prince, and though he looks so very different from his peers, it has offered him no hardships or helping hands. Here, he is but a lowly servant, treated kindly, and yet still working his way up from a lower class. Everyone I have spoken to finds no oddities in his physical form, though they admit to his beauty.

I have decided to view him the way the town has, and I have stopped my search for answers on the anomalies of his form. Instead I learn from his friends and family just who he is. And it starts with a trip to his garden. I can't say seeing the amazing little green paradise has made it any easier not to seek the source of his power, but it has made it easier to get a first-hand look at his vibrant personality.

The boy is caring, with the nurturing touch of a parent as he tends to each little sprout of life that seems to bloom under his very touch. He is brimming with energy, making it almost hard to keep up as he eagerly finishes his daily chores, finding time for an abundant amount of friends as I struggle to collect all of their names.

I worry that the optimism here will make it difficult to leave. But finally the day came and my bags were packed, full of fresh food from Lincoln's garden. But I fear that my final decision may have changed the boy's life forever. I sat down for one final talk, and I spoke of the world that I knew outside of here. How amazed people would be if they could meet him. The look in his eyes was so very different from the humble, caring creature I had grown used to.

Perhaps the hunger for something more exists even in the most peaceful places. And as I turn my back on the town and head home, I think of the possibility that it exists within Lincoln.



[572]

[Name] - Lincoln
[Gender] - Male
[Color Choice] - Blue

[Goddess Sword]

It was in Kalokairi that you found her, a flash of pink in the emerald forests spotted out of the corner of your eye as you sought out the gem that would free the kingdom. Though you called out, tried to follow her, she was quickly swallowed up by the plants and she vanished, giggling like a child.
In the end, you couldn't find her.

Username: Bill Ciforce
Name: Maya
Gender: Trans female
Color Choice: Pink

.:Personality:.

Maya is a rambunctious, childish, mischievous Kalon. A jokester and a prankster, she loves messing with people and running off, giggling and laughing like kid and leaving her victims with only a vague idea of who they just saw. Often her pranks are small and silly, simply causing others to think they're seeing things (and leaving them tearing their fur out trying to understand what they just saw), but her favorites are the slightly bigger ones - Traps weaved from vines and branches to snatch the victims up by the paw, roots that, when tripped over, cause pebbles to fly out and smack you in the face, pitfall traps, misleading paths right off the edge of the earth and into a pond. They tend to end up with her victims more than a little sore, though she doesn't mean any harm; she's usually not there to see the aftermath, and is simply too naïve to understand that her tricks cause others suffering. More than anything, Maya loves to laugh and smile, and to make others laugh and smile with her, though her methods are often... Not so nice.
Outside of her pranks, Maya does have a few other hobbies. When worn out from the excitement of her jokes, she likes to relax with a bit of cooking, typically made with food grown from her own garden out in a clearing of the jungle. Her favorites are fruit-and-nut-filled breads, made with love and a tune hummed as she cooks, and eaten while sunbathing and watching the birds (often lured in by the promise of fresh snacks from her leftovers). The clearings in the woods make for good places to catch some sun, and even better for catching glimpses of all sorts of birds and other creatures, especially since Kalokairi is a diverse country with many species - But of all the critters living near Maya's little cabin, her favorites are a pair of common mourning doves nesting in the peach tree next to her house, who have grown so used to her company that they'll fly right down onto her back.

[Fernathy]

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A flash of pink catches the corner of your eye. At last. Though, as
you whip your head around as far as your body would allow she's
already gone. A knowing smile sets on your face. She'll be back,
surely. This was a regular occurrence. A fleeting beauty, is she,
but a beauty all the same. It's odd that you're able to draw this
judgement so, when all you've seen of her is a glimpse of the fan
of her tail from the very corners of your vision, from a distance
away, or from a spot hidden behind the brush, but there's just
something alluring about her, you can feel it. She's just got one
of those types of auras about her, one that only radiates good-
ness.

But who is she?

Definitely shy, if anything. you'd always note with a chuckle.
You've come to learn that she only slips out in the latest hours
of the night, when all is dark, save for the soft illumination
granted from the moonlight. Her footsteps are careful, soft, as
she gingerly walks along the forest floor as if it were fine
china. The epitome of grace, no doubt. A gentle spirit,
too. You see it in the way that the plants seem to lean in her
direction as she steps past, how the animals always seem
to rouse from their slumber, and draw near when she grants them
with her presence. And on the days when you can get just close
enough, you can hear her whispers to them. They're just as soft
as she, though far too quiet to be discernible, though you are
almost certain it is not English.

You also can tell that she's a genuine, rather gentle soul from her
very demeanor-- her eyes are the epitome of innocence, large and
doe-like, framed by dark lashes that flutter whenever she blinked--
an action done repeatedly when in confusion, or wonder, from what
I've gathered. Such was a frequent occurrence, I've come to learn,
in observing her. From what I've noticed, she looks upon the forest
in reverie, despite all her years of residing here, stopping to observe
whatever tree or bush may catch her eye, or even the plants that
seem to sprout from her paw steps. it would appear as if she's even
mystified with herself.
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Who are you?
Surely, nothing short of a god amongst men.
A benevolent being, one that knows not of
man's vices like lies and deceit, wrath and
envy-- a creature free of man's curse of sin.

A kalon a leg above the rest of us. Could she
be a deity? A spirit, if not, a legend?

A goddess with the generosity to gaze upon
her visage every so often,

she is perfection.

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Who am I to you?
I am not worth as much as you
have been lead to believe. I am
not unlike any other living thing
that resides here. Do not waste your
time pursuiting me.

I am not all you think I am.

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Who am I to you? I am nobody. I am no kalon-- I am but a ghost here.
A mere observer to the world around, I should have no presence here.
Why do you follow me so? I do not want trouble. I am scared.

I run, run but you persist, following in my tracks. I cannot fight you.
I will not. I would not like to see anyone get hurt from this, I just ask
for solitude. I fear that we do not feel the same on such things, the
way that you track me down day by day, in this forest of mine.
This is sport to you, I can tell. the thrill of the chase is what you seek.

My legs are getting weak from running from you now. It's almost
flattering, the extensive attention you have given to me, but I
am scared. I do not interact with the people on the outside, so why,
why do you follow me so? I am no prize jewel. I am the forest.
These trees are my lungs, the river, my blood. I am just another
part of the nature here, and nothing worth seeking after.

Whilst every part of me
begs to chase you off, I cannot bear the effort. I will
not fight. I am unnerved by your eyes upon me, but I have grown tired.

I simply ask for peace.
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[Unleashed Squiid]

Username: Unleashed Squid Name: Amelia Gender: Female

Amelia-A blend of the medieval names Emilia and Amalia. In Latin, it means "industrious" and "striving." Its Teutonic meaning is "defender."

It is said that the prime time in the forest is when the sun is low. This is when the forest comes to life with chirps and buzzes and the chatters of hundreds of different creatures; the time when one can feel its soul; its heartbeat. So, at this time, when the light began to falter, and when colors began to dance in the heavens, you enter through the thick trees. Your mind focuses on the melody and the rhythm of the wilderness. Your ears acclimate themselves to the gentle sounds of life, and you find peace.

But then you see her. All of that interest and excitement suddenly is eclipsed by the curiosity. A figure stands in the trees, a little ways away. In the dim lighting, she should be hidden by the shadows, yet her beautiful pastel colors can easily be seen even from so far away. What was even more strange was the flowers which seemed to envelop her spine. An odd blue aura seems to surround them, almost as if they are glowing. She is making some kind of idol, or statue. It is wooden, carved into the shape of a tree.

You fumble over what to do, but then she spots you, and your eyes lock. Her gaze holds steady, but then it shyly drops to the ground. Somehow, the two of you are drawn together, and you find yourself beginning a conversation.

"I'm Amelia," she says. "I am the care-taker of this forest." Her voice is gentle, but there is a passion in her words. Upon further observation, you see that there are many plants growing from her fur. Amelia's eyes passed over the trees. She smiled faintly, and continued, "This forest is my home. It is everything I have and everything I will ever need." Her paws traced over the grass, and she gently picked up a spider crawling along the path, and relocated it safely to the side of a tree. "Can you feel it?" she asked, sounding whimsical. "Can you feel the life here? Can you feel the trees, can you feel the forest's breath? It is alive."

She picked a dead leaf off of a fern, and let it sail in the wind. Suddenly everything seemed to make sense. The connection among this world. The trees, the plants, the rodents and the birds. The harmony and the equilibrium of the world. All of that seemed to dance in Amelia's eyes. She seemed to be one with this ecosystem. It was as if she herself was the artist who breathed life into a broken world, and made it beautiful.

Hours seem to pass by as if they were sped to merely minutes, and now you find yourself shrouded by darkness. However though the conversation has taken up the rest of the day, you seem to know absolutely nothing about Amelia herself. Where had she come from? Why was this forest so special to her? The kalon's faintly glowing flowers seem brighter now, emanating a mystical aura around her in the night. She turned and smiled once more, but then a firefly landed on her feathered tail. She stared at it, coldly, then cupped it in her hands, trapping it. The mood shifted, almost instantly without a word; a breath; a sound. She turned, solemnly, but then began to cry. At once, she set the insect free, and it fluttered away in the night.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. Deep behind her gaze lies pain. These were no longer the words of a saint. They were no more than those of a small, scared child. Her pale face suddenly exposes a more prominent youth, and the intelligent expression which was so confidently pasted into onto her face melts into the innocence of a kit. "This place is so beautiful, but it is also a prison. I love so much that I am trapped in its wake. If I should leave, there will be nobody to care for it. And if nobody cares for something, no matter how small, it will die." She paused, thoughtfully. "Or at least this place will."

Her eyes glance over the confusion, well written on your face. "If you wish, you can follow me." She leads you to a pool of water which is crystal clear. The bottom is lines with smooth stones and petals from many various flowers. "Touch this. You will see who I am."

You gently poke the surface of the water, just barely breaking the tension lining the surface. A tiny ripple echoes across the pond, and then it happens. Your eyes open, wider and wider, until you feel as if they are stretching past your sockets. Suddenly you can see. Suddenly you can hear. The whole forest is alive, wailing and crying for its child. Amelia began cry as well, touching the ground softly. "This is my origin," she whispered.

The forest actually was alive. It shook, and you could almost see the invisible blood flowing through its veins. The trees and the grass all waved to Amelia. The mice bowed to her, as if she were their queen.

In the center of that chaos stood the quiet, shy observer. "I will protect it for as long as I live. That is who I am. That is who I will always be. A child of the forest." Amelia turned away, and with a single breath, as if snuffing out a candle, this mystical world was gone, leaving the two of you alone in the empty, lonely wilderness.

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A forest with blue lights dancing through different parts
of it. A small hum caught your attention as you walked
along a small path. You went in the direction of the hum,
breaking away from the path. A small Kalon sat with birds
along their back. They looked to be peacock-like with
transparent hind legs.
She glanced up, looking at you. The hum stopped as fear
filled her eyes. She rushed into the undergrowth, her eyes
peaked out at you. You still see them, faintly, because of
a soft glow. She quickly turned hostile, "Who are you?"
A soft growl came from them. You introduced yourself and
asked them the same question. "Not saying." they said. It
was obvious that they aren't easy to talk to. You ask them
who are you, again, in hopes to gewt an answer. They
sighed before beginning, "I can tell you about who has come
and gone on these grounds. I know about what goes on in
this forest. No one can be secretive here." This creeped you
out a bit, but continued to listen. "Some may say I'm weird
for watching others, but I'm not because I'm just who I am.
I'm not strange, but instead, I'm secretive and quiet." They
walked out of the bush and stood in plain sight. "I'm the
protector of this forest. I'm not oblivious to anything that
goes on in here but I'm observant to everything that happens
here, instead." they finished. You urged them on more to tell
you more about them. "Follow along. Be grateful for this
opportunity as I never like walk side by side with others, like
you." they said coldly. You gladly walked along side them, but
kept a bit of distance in between you and them because of how
they are intimidating to you. "You want know more about myself.
Well, I'm going to be brief with this. My personality is what you
want to hear?" they said. You nodded, ready to hear what they
had to say. "I'm Dove. I'm like what a dove symbolizes, peace.
I'm hoping you saw that before I was interrogated by you. I never like to fight, but I'm not afraid to fight if it absolutely necessary." Dove looked off in the distance at something you couldn't see. They went towards the left in the area where they were looking. You picked up the pace to keep up with them. "I tend to be quiet as I'm always alone. It seems as it's best for me because I need to watch over and protect this forest through watching any newcomers in here." They ducked under the undergrowth. You didn't get if they wanted you to follow them or not. You finally made the decision to follow them. Dove wasn't in sight so you followed paw markings on the ground. You came across a cliff, but didn't notice it at first. You were just about slip over the edge when someone grabbed you. It threw you on the ground nearby. "What were you thinking!" Dove shouted. You didn't reply out of fear that Dove might lash out at you. "You came here to hear the rest of my personality. Fine! I tend to get easily annoyed, no need to example of this because you can probably tell what the example is." She glanced out you, easily saying that you are the example without words. "I tend to be protective. You experienced that first hand. Also my protective trait seems to come in handy because I'm the protector of this forest." They sat down besides you. "You want to know something?" You hooded with interest. She continued on, "I tend to be quick to angry and let my emotions take hold of me, a lot. That isn't the great for my job, but can't change the fact that this is who I am. It wouldn't take me long to get in control of my emotions. It takes a bit longer for me to return to normal after being angry. It's a part of me that I wish to change, but can't because I way too far from being able to change my personality." They laughed a bit at what they said. "I can as stubborn as a donkey at times because of me not being able to let others influence me at times. I wish you well, and I believe your passage through this forest would be safe. I will protect you, like the rest, as you journey through here." they said. You asked what it was like to them. "As the protector, I must remain strong and protective of those in my forest. I serve with honor and dignity to all in this forest! I must remain who I am in order to serve others." Dove finished. They walked towards the edge of the cliff and turned back. Dove smiled then did a sharp whistle as birds flew out of the forest. They jumped off the cliff, the birds flew down after them.


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[Twilight Prince]

Username:Novaquill
Name: Aurora
Gender: Female
Personality: She likes to leave gifts wherever she goes to please the people around her. She travels all over the world, not wasting a moment of her time. Occasionally when she does stop, she will help the creatures around her specifically. She is kind of shy around the other Kalons.
Color Choice: Blue

[Fuscontidox]

(word count: 972 words)

It would appear to be rather odd, seeing a beautiful and frail seeming thing waltz her way through the dense parts of the forest, her arrival so glamorous, it shook the floor below.

Except, she wouldn’t actually be waltzing at all, her gate was strange, almost a swagger at that, and the thundering sound that was felt below came with the loud mooing of cows who followed behind her.

Upon a closer inspection, it would become clear that she was not pristine in her cleanliness, and her attire was something one would say counter-suited the blush of rose that passed by. Her glance about was quick, and her tail continued to sway, splayed over the ground with pieces and bits all snagged and clinging through the soft looking ends in such a way that would make anyone, who cared more than she did, cringe at the horrendous sight. Yet amidst the chaos of her tail, sat the flashy and power driving pink shines, declaring boldly the presence of this ill-mannered southern bell.

Maybe some would attempt to stop her, look over the mud splashed about her pearlescent coat, and gawk in a way that made her snarl with discomfort, her paws not having stopped once, only speeding up instead.

“What are you doing in the woods? Are you lost?” they might ask.

“Excuse me? How dare ya insult me!” she would spit, “What kind’a kalon do ya take me for? If yer askin’ such I question, I reckon you ain’t from around these parts, in fact, ya’ll better thank them lucky horseshoes I ain’t got a rifle on me today ‘r I’d be shootin’ them paws out from under ya for trespassin’ where ya don’t belong.”

“Why are you driving these cattle way out here then?”

She’d scoff, and give a prideful expression, “Ye obviously don’t know a thing about these parts, we ain’t got open plains all in one stretch like them fancy big states, I know these woods like the feathers on ma tail. Born n raised way out here, been doin’ this before I could read n write ma own native talk.”

One might want to suggest helping her keep her cattle, only to receive glance a few times with a knot in her brow, “Look wanderer,” she would start up again, “I hate t’ burst your bubble, but I don’t need no help from the like of ya, could ya please get outta here? Yer makin’ me and the ca’le uncomfortable, I ain’t got time to deal with any territorial beasts who happen t’ be followin’ ma trail… and I absolutely ain’t got time t’ babysit the likes of you.” her voice would be borderline crass, and she would be subtly moving away from the stranger, annoyed and not liking the purse-strap attitude of the kalon beside her. “Okay, that does it…” an obvious edge in her words, “I’m goin’ off trail cause ya’ll can’t seem t’ speak English! Now get your tush off ma property and away from ma herd!” In the heat of the moment she stopped, her tail would no longer be swishing like it had moments ago, with the cattle behind her growing uneasy, dispersing about, some would begin to holler in a way that was almost a deep scream, and a stampede with rage forth.

“Ohhhhhh…” she would begin angrily, “Look what you’ve done!” her already red tinted complexion growing redder as her eyes would bore into the intruder, lunging forward as she tackled them to the ground. “Stay here or you’ll be flatter than a sweet buttermilk pancake!” With raging speed, she would take off, tearing after the scattered cows, dashing about through the trees like it was nothing. The stranger ought to be sat in utter disbelief as the kalon used her strength and shine to manipulate, and hypnotize those cattle, maybe one would leap over the hill the wanderer was sheltered beneath, and she would be right behind it, the other cattle following her like some crazy rodeo show, eventually ending every last one back into the form she had before. The traveler might peek up from over the crevice she had forced them to plunge into, only to be shot one last glare that could send a chill down their spine, and she would wish for them to back off, hoping her message was clear, ‘I don’t need help from nobody, they ain’t callin’ me Bessy for no reason.’

After finding their way back into town, that same traveler could rest in a nearby hotel without hearing the historical tour of its existence, only to awake the following day to a familiar voice carrying through the halls from down stairs. One much sweeter than that of what they had heard the day before, they might look around the corner of the stairwell and eaves drop a little on their conversation.

“Oh sweet pea, you didn’t have t’ bring this! You’re far too kind for your own good.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout a thing ma’am, ya’ll mentioned things were tight lately with the expenses risin’, and I can’t seem t’ get rid o’ these dairy products before the next batch comes in t’ fill ma storage unit! Feel free t’ ask for some at the ends o’ the months, just like ma parent before me always did.”

“Can we get ya anything in return Bessy?”

“Just a bo’le er two o’ water, gotta get back out t’ the field, and the whether man said be hotter than normal again today.”

So maybe they would realize she wasn’t all too bad, just a very home life type of person, rather recluse with a one track mind about her ranching hours and keeping up with the hard work that was passed down to her from people who did the same thing before her.

[Levi]

✽ username ✽
levi

✽ name ✽
real name ; unknown -- alias ; delphinium

✽ gender ✽
female

✽ color choice ✽
blue

D E L P H I N I U M

✽ who are they? ✽
poi·son·ous
ˈpoiz(ə)nəs
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- (of a substance or plant) causing or capable of causing death or illness if taken into the body.
- extremely unpleasant or malicious.
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through the thick underbrush, it's possible to catch a glimpse of a shocking sight, fields upon fields of flowers that create a barricade around a small hut. there are no windows to be seen and the door is bolted shut. vines creep up the side of the house, curling around the knobs in the wood and grasping the crudely made wooden roof. puffs of smoke occasionally rise from the old stone chimney. inside the house is one simple room, a creaky rocking chair is pushed to one corner with a hand sewn blanket tossed over the back. a table stands in the middle, tilting to the left. various hanging plants are strung from the ceiling. most of them are mushrooms like deadly dapperlings and webcaps. there is no bed inside the house, and the kitchen is small. it consists only of a single countertop and a fridge. around the back of the house, a hammock is stretched out over the only empty patch of dirt.

the fields of flowers interrupt the natural forest, letting the sunlight pour into the clearing. their beauty draws attention away from the hut that is hidden in the depths of the sea of flowers. delphiniums reach towards the sky, their beautiful blue petals hiding their toxic secret. gorgeous foxgloves hang like bells while the nightshade plants shelter their precious berries. the flowers are eerily beautiful, creating a deadly array of colors.

if you're lucky, you might see a striking kalon tending to the fields, her posture perfect and her movements quick yet precise. the kalon's name is long forgotten, a remnant of a time and a kalon that no longer exist. people know her as delphinium, named after the deadly flowers that she cares for. rumors call her a witch and fact isn't far from fiction. few take the risk of contacting the lass, and the ones who do know exactly what they want. she's a hitman, using toxic flowers to get her way.

her attitude is almost as poisonous as the flowers she holds so dear; her tongue is sharp and her vocabularly is elegant but foul. eyes like glimmering gems are slanted, glaring at everything with distaste. her mouth is held in a constant scowl, that is, if you manage to catch her off her guard. she puts on a different face when dealing with clients; her eyes turn delicate and her mouth forms into a gentle smile. however, her gaze always burns like ice, freezing most who speak to her in a trance.

mem·o·ry
ˈmem(ə)rē
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her past is clouded; it's impossible to draw memories from someone who wants to do nothing but forget them.

a former queen, she lost her rule over her kingdom due to accusations of her dabbling in witchcraft. del fought the rumors; she claimed it was science that was meant to help further the kingdom. suspicions grew and grew, her subjects had lost all faith in her ability to rule and her plans for the future.

she was taken by her own knights and forced at swordpoint to jump into water, she remembers swimming. this condemned her. they rushed into the water at her, she remembers nothing more of that day.

the next snippet of memory has a curious face staring up at her, she lay in the sand on a beach far from her castle and far from her home. her savior is a curious mermaid, he rescued her and swam her many miles away.

del is ungrateful, she accuses him of her loss of power. the merkal is taken aback, his friendly smile turns into a frown. her grimace sends him swimming back into the deep. she's alone once again.

the forest is her only haven, days pass and she accepts the fact that her old life is gone. her hut is built. years pass, flowers are her only comfort. she continues to change, years of solitude turn her sour and she does the only thing she can to make profit. she falls apart.

[Flowerlily]

Ｃｏｌｏｒ： Ｐｕｒｐｌｅ

Ｆｌｏｗｅｒｌｉｌｙ１３５

Ｆｅｍａｌｅ

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Ευθαλια :
(ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ)

ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ "ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ" ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ΕΥΘΑΛΕΙΑ (ᴇᴜᴛʜᴀʟᴇɪᴀ),
ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴇʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ΕΥ (ᴇᴜ) "ɢᴏᴏᴅ" ᴀɴᴅ ΘΑΛΛΩ (ᴛʜᴀʟʟᴏ) "ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍ".

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Ουρανια
ᴅᴇʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ
ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ΟΥΡΑΝΙΟΣ
(ᴏᴜʀᴀɴɪᴏꜱ) ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ
"ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ". ɪɴ
ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ
ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ
ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ
ᴀꜱᴛʀᴏɴᴏᴍʏ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢʏ,
ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ
ɴɪɴᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ.

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The Search of what lies in the stars is my true quest
The Search --
That of My Lady's Test.

She trained me to see the night sky as my compass
Astronomer, I
The best of the best.

I study the secrets of the stars high above
Understand
What cannot be spoken of.

Her eldest child, that is what I have become
Love, Loyalty
Mine never questioned.

But with my every success she finds something wrong
A mistake
Something does not belong.

To the whole world, her kindness and mercy is known
But alas
There is something not shown.

Her muses, her daugthers, only they get to see
She burns
Inside her, a dark envy.

My Mother, My Queen, I know she will stay
But of me
I can only pray.

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Ευτερπη
ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ "ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ"
ɪɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ,
ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ
ΕΥ (ᴇᴜ) "ɢᴏᴏᴅ"
ᴀɴᴅ ΤΕΡΠΩ
(ᴛᴇʀᴘᴏ) "ᴛᴏ
ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰʏ, ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀ".
ɪɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ
ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ꜱʜᴇ
ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ
ɴɪɴᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ
ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏʏ.

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All song and praise to Our Mistress
Though much of her gives me distress
Her beauty and mercy have no bounds
And no greater ruler has been crowned
She is a skilled and excellent Queen
By her paws this barren land turned green
But burning jealousy lurks underneath
Boiling so hot that she bares her teeth
She raised her muses in her image
Only to watch with growing umbrage
The nine of us all with beauty untold
Still very young while she feels she grows old
No matter that she lives eternally
And our time will pass inevitably
We all see our Queen as the Great Mother
But she only sees nine competitors
In time I foresee that there will be strife
I'll protect my sisters with my own life.

My rule is one of mercy. I have turned this barren land into fertile soil. I have loved and shaped this land for as long as I can remember. The beauty abounding in this place is one to be cherished, nurtured, and kept safe. All are given a chance here and all of my people are my children. Growing in this Eden has made them beautiful and strong. Collectors of knowledge and finders of the truth. With my guidance, they have become great.

My rule is one of protection. Those who rule must also serve. I fight alongside and for my people. I would gladly die for them if necessary. Though ageless, I still feel the pain of time as I lose the very things I long to protect. My rule has continued for millennia, but my subjects continue to turn to dust in front of me. And though I try and protect all of my loved ones' memories, some slip away from even me and I have shed many a tear for those lost to time. The one thing I have not yet been able to rid my Beloved Land is of loss.

However, even the great need guidance and direction.

For this very reason, I have employed many of My Muses over the centuries.

My Muses are like my daughters and my sisters. I have helped to raise them and in return, they help guide me and advise me. I sought them out individually. I see their potential from a young age and raise them in my image.

The eldest of this generation is my beloved Ourania. My star-eyed love. Her eyes have searched for what lies beyond the stars all her life. She is my right hand -- A logical and helpful guide. To my left sits my sweet Euterpe. A singer of ballads and teller of the truth. Though infuriating at times, her harsh realities haved helped me see the better path to take. They lead the others with pride and grace. I push them the hardest, never allowing them too get too proud of their accomplishments. Such pride is dangerous.

Sadly, I feel that My Muses are becoming collectively my better. Will I, their Merciful Mother and Leader be usurped? No matter my paranoia, I must continue to push them. I must control my jealousies. They must be the example -- what is expected of a noble and those in a position to rule.
Though as time passes, they age and I continue to fear. My temper is one long unchecked. A necessary rage needed many years ago. But in this time of peace, a cruel exterior is shown by it. What if they betray my trust and all those years I have given them?

beautiful ❇ merciful ❇ proud ❇ jealous ❇ cunning ❇ authoritative

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Euthalia is feared and respected by her people and by those of other lands. She is known to be kind and merciful to most and is very motherly to almost all who meet her. She makes sure to be nice to make a good first impression, but not too much as to let the person forget who is in control. If someone betrays her kindness, she is very quick to confront them about it. If they apologize for it, she allows them another chance -- though harboring a slight grudge. If they do not, she becomes jealous and vicious to her wrongdoers. She does not allow such an insult to her go unpunished. Luckily, this does not tend to happen very often as most people treat her with the respect she expects. Euthalia is also very good at delegating nobles and subjects to her causes. The benefits of being on her side of things is clear, and most try to remain in her good graces for that very reason. Regardless of her shortcomings, she is a very loving person who wants only the best for her land and people.

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[ username: ωανєℓєиgтн ] ━ [ name: eyodora q. sympronian ] ━ [ nickname: "eyo" ] ━ [ gender: female ]

Prompt

the vacant city streets were an awestruck fantasy scarcely touched by the twenty-first century—that old black and white Hollywood glow still shined with bright neon signs in full color. its cement cracked streets once trodden and strutted by glamorous models, five start actors, and heards of paparazzi fishing for pictures of the hottest celebrities around. Tall buildings glowed brick red, lined with sturdy plaster work of beige, some sporting a rickety old glowing sign attached to the front. old movie theaters with glowing gold lights still stood in full glory, the intricate designs glow softly in the reflection of a lone kalon's eyes.

the night belonged to her, and her alone. she was one of those kalons who preferred being on their lonesome, even if being alone had gotten weary, she'd rather have the company of the bright neon lights and the distant sounds of beeping cars of the city. She lived in a district where no one wanted to live, a mere tourist trap untouched by time. At the edge of the city lay a withered old park, the tall old oak trees gaining their leaves back after a harsh winter season. this was where she rested before dawn, where she'd have to go back home before the light met her fur and stung at her eyes. she lightly stepped past all of the dead leaves, her tail whisking to and and fro like a silk scarf in the wind.

joyous chatter of squirrels and the chime of chirping birds now silenced by the night, yet the eerie dead quite was disturbed by the faint rustling or leaves, yet the noise wasn't made by her. She glimpsed into the darkness, narrowing her eyes to gaze ahead farther. About seven yards away was figure shrouded in darkness, formed much like her own...But something about it was uncanny. There shouldn't be anyone but her here at this time of night, could it just be a mirage? No, she was sure it was there, it was another kalon and it was standing right in front of her, staring back with a pair of cold, golden colored eyes. 'How peculiar, maybe it's just someone's dog? Their anatomy doesn't depict of such a creature though...' she thought, trudging forward a few steps before stopping.

The figure had disappeared into the undergrowth, a small rustle of near by bushes being it's only trace. Deciding that an adventure before dawn was better than nothing, she dove underneath the bushes, hurriedly scurrying after the creature. After a tiring fifteen meter chase out of the park, the strange creature had led her into an ally, their paws scratching hopelessly at the brick wall trapping them in. Eyodora took a deep breath, creeping forward slowly to avoid scaring them further. "Do not be afraid, I am not here to hurt you, only to question why you are out at such a time." She assured softly, taking another step forward.

"No! Stay away from me!" A soft squeaky voice suddenly bellowed, tender and hoarse from what Eyodora could only guess as being a lack of communication with others.

By now, it was obvious this was a kalon, and a very young one at that. A cracked streetlight near by had lit up the small kalon's pelt, revealing a white kit with thick black spots, his otherwise beautiful pelt caked in mud. And he was very obviously starving, his small frame made smaller by his lack of body fat. Eyodora pouted a bit, shaking her head and sighing "Little one, It is obvious you are not in proper condition to protest. Where is your family?" She asked gently, pressing forward to nudge him with her nose.

He hissed at her, much like a cat would. "I have no famliy! Now leave me be!" he growled before turning around and hiding his mud-streaked face.

She shook her head, deciding to go against his protests and scoop up him up by the scruff, wrinkling her nose at the stench of his pelt. This caused him to only squeal and protest further, kicking his his paws in and effort to fight her off. "Put me down! Where are you taking me?!?" He angrily protested.

She rolled her eyes, tightening her grip and padding forward. "To give to a a bath and some food, and maybe a proper bed if you feel like sicking around." She replied, moving his fur around to talk over it.

The kit went quiet for a moment before speaking, But...Why? I'm a smelly, nasty, homeless kit...Why would you help me?" He asked, his voice lowered in despair.

She set the kit down, trusting the fact that he'd stay put for what she'd have to tell him. "Just because you are without a home does not mean I can not give you a home. Here, a home is all I have, and it would be inhumane of me to deny another of such a blessing." She told him, brushing past him to lead the way. "Well, are you coming? Or do you want to stay dirty and sleep on the cement?"

Although she did not wait for his answer or even look back for that matter, she could her the tiny patter of footsteps as she gracefully stepped towards her small apartment in the city center.


' maybe having company won't be all that bad... '

[ color choice: blue ] ━ [ name meaning: "honored gift" ] ━ [ occupation: botanist/blogger ] ━ [ gender: female ]

Personality

Eyo is surely one of the most graceful and kind-hearted kalons you'll ever cross. She is elegant and diplomatic, but may be impulsive and brash when the time calls for it. Her trust is very easily gained, but one you lose it it's forever unobtainable after that. Eyo is very intelligent and learns quickly from her mistakes, rather than wasting her time and having someone teach it to her, she'd rather learn everything herself, which may or may not be a bad thing. Her fine intellect is capable of high honors, her speech pattern is a direct result of that. She tends to love others a little more than she claims, and believes the greatest expression of inner divinity is through teaching and guidance. Her true soul urge is to nurture and take care of others. She is happiest when she sees the positive results of her influence blossom in other people.

However, she also has a tendency to become very attached to an individual kalon. One of her most difficult challenges is to learn to let go when relationships end. This slight bend in her personality causes her to run away from communication with other kalons. As a fine sense of freedom is a necessity for her, she finds it difficult to settle down. Often times she can be restless and energetic, unwilling to sit in one place for very long. She is always looking for a chance to do her own thing, to be her own person, and to have things done her own way. That combined with her obvious attachment problems make a very bad combination.