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[Kyar]

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❁Username:

Kyar
❁First Round Link:

Step back to where the story begins…
❁The Garden:

INDENTAir catches in your throat, an aching gasp bursting forth as you feel a sickness coursing through every inch of your body. A staggering burn sears against your mind, beating against your temples as your throat constricts, breath becoming fluttered, weak. You watch the grasses dancing before you, blurring into a whirl of strange shapes. Memories—painful, escaped memories.

INDENT"It won't be so fast," the kalon assures you, her voice strangely clear despite the ringing that had overtaken your ears with the violent headache. But as you drag your eyes upward, the pain subsides, her form looking down on you as she slowly lowers herself and cups your face in a gentle paw. You want to resist, to pull away, but the simple act of touching her washes away each needle of pain. A sweet numbness begins to build, and you breathe again.

INDENTHer face holds no smile as she studies you carefully. Her free paw grasps your hand as she lifts your apparition of a body, separate now from the consciousness of your mind, and guides you out of the hollow. You hear the crackling of grasses beneath your feet, but feel nothing. You travel in a daze, unable to comprehend how your legs are taking steps beyond your feeling, your control. Panic sets in. But a familiar melody rises, and you close your eyes for just a moment as her notes sink in, easing the frantic mind.

INDENTThe garden before you, previously obscured by the mound, expands for what looks like miles. A brilliant glass gate stands sentinel, holding itself shut from the world around. Here, the trees still spiraling overhead, you see the familiar glow of the strange plants that grew all along the home, the forest, and the kalon herself. She hums as your feet follow effortlessly, never missing a step despite the thick, blossoming life that surrounds you.

INDENTFinally, your sense of disembodiment fades. Your feet are your own again, your limbs, too. While the skin once so vibrant is paling before you, you seem to have regained control. She turns at once, letting her hand fall away, and stares you down. Even now, you see her before you and find nothing but awe for her beauty. The nature around her, within her, is just as enchanting as before, even in the stolid, sealed face that watches you now. Slowly, you take a step. Then another. You move through the garden, pushing onward in a quest you can't quite explain. She stands by, watching, unmoving, silent.

INDENTFireflies dance overhead, insects rattle through the skies. You turn your face upward, where the sun still rises overhead beyond the roof of trees that obscures even its thinnest light. For a moment, you wonder how a garden can survive this way, entirely shut out of the life-giving light. The ever familiar bioluminescent plumes sprout up along the pathway, the thin inlay of stone you had failed to notice during your guided tour. You're aware, now, that she's following you, even though you haven't turned back. The longer you spend here, the more you start to realize that this garden, she and this garden, have a connection deeper than you can comprehend.

INDENTAhead, a flicker of light reflects for an odd moment, unnatural. You step closer, quickly finding your own reflection in the face of a massive glass cover, blown elegantly into a smooth spiral, protecting a single bush of purple rose. Through the gaunt reflection of your own withering features, now almost foreign, you can see the branches moving slightly, as though a mysterious gust of wind had slipped its way into the sealed case.

INDENT"Don't touch him," you hear the voice behind you, no longer emotionless, certainly, but nearly impossible to read. Her face reflects behind your own, and you turn, allowing her to approach the plant in your place. Something has changed. Her face looks precisely the same, every feather of her tail, every sprout of her back, limbs, horns, still resting in the same way it had. And you see it then. Her eyes. A powerful gaze; unbridled emotion. Her paws fall gently on the glass, and she stands in silence.

INDENT"Who is he?" you ask, hesitant, but unendingly curious. If this garden is to be your final resting place, you want to know whose company you share. You want to know what it is about this simple, single rose bush that means so much to the woman who very well may have killed you.

INDENT"Araddus," she answers simply, a wind stirring the trees. For a moment, you think she's finished, but a deep rattle in her voice as it cracks and lashes out, forcing a violent stillness on the forest. You hear her words, like an echo, only after they've been said, after the strange wave of energy dissipates. "He did this to me!"

INDENTThe words haunt your ears, and you look now to see the reflection of a harrowed face, tears streaming down the cheeks of the stranger.

INDENT"I didn't choose to be like this," she whispered. The plants around you shiver, for a moment, and you feel her breath surround you. "I feed on this forest because I must survive." Silence reigns again, and you feel your own breath beginning to catch again. Your limbs feel weak, dancing tremors as they struggle to uphold your waning body. She goes on again, her voice a dark whisper, a breath of hatred gliding over the leaves. "My betrayer." And suddenly, you realize.

INDENT"You loved him."

INDENTThe shrill laugh, breaking with anguish and desperation, detest, anger, shatters the serenity as wind whips through the trees, animals shrieking cries barraging your ears as the entire world seems to twist and writhe. Her laughter subsides to a deep, knowing chuckle.

INDENT"Of course I loved him," she snaps, glittering eyes still staring down the dainty, encased rose. "He was my brother."


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[Schnuffel Bunny]

Username: Schnuffel Bunny

First Round Link: <3

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[✦ nemuri]

Username:

.kaede
First Round Link:

[ I'd love you for a thousand years and more !! Please believe me... ]
Prompt Answer:

“Every Kalon needs their solitude from time to time, and it seems that the Immortal Guardian is of no exceptions.
Where does she reside when she withdraws from Kalonkind?
What would happen to the world should Chou be drawn out from the depths of the Immortal Guardian's mind?”

In Ai's eyes, nature could only be described as lush, tall trees, the melodious chirping of sparrows and robins, and the never ending source of life energy that radiates from it. Her safe haven is in the forests on the outskirts of the town she looks after. It is her home, her paradise, and everything in between. It is where she feels most alive, and relaxes as the day's burden lifts from her shoulders. It is the place for the plants growing in her back to blossom, and it is the place where she unlocks her voice. The creatures of the wild love her voice; they come to her beseechingly and gather around her, listening to her melodies. Even when the meaning of life is lost to Ai, there is still her beloved nature, and that is reason enough for her to stay strong and live life to its fullest.
However, Ai's alter ego doesn't seem to feel the same way. Everyone calls inner Ai "Chou" (仇 = chóu, hatred) because of the enmity she shows towards everything. She takes no pleasure in the gifts nature has to offer, and instead dreams of one day burning Ai's beloved forest to the ground. Forests hides many monsters who stay out of sight, and in Chou's eyes the body that she and Ai shares is of no exception. No normal Kalon would have such long peacock feathers for a tail, and no one would have plants growing out of their backsides. Ai holds in all of the body's bitterness, and Chou is the outlet. Since Ai and Chou cannot lay physical harm on the villagers in any way (although Chou does break this rule sometimes), the latter often resorts to releasing that pent up anger and vitriol in the forest. It doesn't matter how she does it; tactics vary from snapping off tree branches to purposely maiming the animals who live in the forest's vicinity.
Now, as the two personalities move on into the world outside of their forest, things change. In the forest, everything followed an orderly plan and stuck with it. In the real world, there are so many different perspectives and voices yearning to be heard that it comes as a shock. As voices are raised and threats ensued, Ai would slip into Chou, and the alter ego will then proceed to wreck havoc in the area. Manipulation is a strength of Chou's; if she decides that she doesn't want to dirty her paws, then she'll simply convince the other Kalons to finish the job for her. Since Ai is friendlier and a tad more sociable than Chou is, she has a better relationship with the world, even though all the other Kalons aren't aware of Chou's existence and blend the two personalities together into one.

“Why does the Immortal Guardian bother to remain on this land? Surely it can't be because she can't die.
It has nearly gone past the brink of corruption to the point where reality clashes with fantasy.
Oh, but that glimmer of hope blossoming in her chest and resolve glimmering in her eyes is just as beautiful.”

Aside from protecting the village and living up to her title as the Immortal Guardian, Ai feels that there is no other purpose for her. It had been a title bestowed upon her, and declining hadn't been an option. While Ai mostly stays hidden in the forest, she will often take little visits to the village to ease her loneliness and longing for other Kalon companions. These short trips often liven up her seemingly endless days, and nothing makes Ai happier than to see the young ones prancing about in the warm rays of the bright afternoon sun. Yes, some fear and awe is normal to Ai when the kits look up and revere her, but for the most part, they accept Ai for all her strangeness and often invited her to come over and play again with them.
Chou, on the other hand, has only one purpose in life, if she can even be counted as alive. Chou is created by Ai when Ai can't stand the sights that she sees, so the former serves as a wall in front of Ai and the rest of the world so that the cheerful personality can recuperate and return when the triggering sights disappear. If Chou had been created under different circumstances, there would've been so many more reasons for her to feel happiness and appreciate the world as it is. However, Chou will never experience those feelings or see Ai's memories, as Chou only has one purpose and once that purpose is fulfilled, nothing else matters. While it may seem unfortunate that she has to miss out on the few things that keep most Kalons sane, Chou doesn't mind. Her sanity is already half gone due to being a merciless manipulator and witnessing the bouts of violence that Ai is so sensitive to.

“Wouldn't it be a sight to see the strength of the Immortal Guardian crumble away?
To witness her breaking soul, her silent hopes and severed lifelines?
No! The Ai we know and love is stronger than this. She will pull through. She will be fine.”

Love and hate. Two polar opposite personalities stuck in one body, and one personality's relationship with the world around them will surely affect the other personality as well. One was born and had lived for a millennia and had been imprisoned and had witnessed the beating of Kalons she had gotten to know. One was created to help the other cope in times of hardship, but isn't a good Kalon on the inside.

“In the end, they're the same Kalon...”

[ 999 words ]

[Unleashed Squiid]

Username: Unleashed Squid
First Round Link: Here

The world stirred gently, caught in a soft breeze. Amelia sat down, eyes closed. She seemed completely in tune with the forest around her. Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe the forest was echoing Amelia; tuning into her mind, and her heart, and her soul. Maybe that was why she stayed here in this beautiful prison. Maybe she really did love it, and perhaps it really loved her, as well.

Her face lifted towards the sky, and she was suddenly no longer at rest. Her aura shifted, almost instantly, and she seemed wary; waiting for something. You began to sense it too, and words forced themselves into your mind; it's coming.

Amelia's eyes grew huge, and she looked afraid. All senses told you to run, though an even stronger feeling held you back. Something whispered, deep in the back of your mind, that it is probably safer to stay by this kalon, so against all logic, you listened. Birds fluttered out of trees, and an unearthly amount of rodents flooded away from the underbrush. Distressed calls of all creatures; large and small, filled the nighttime atmosphere.

Then there was a sound. It shook the Earth, rumbling louder than thunder, and moving the ground tremendously. You fell to the dirt, as trees collapsed around you like matchsticks, and flowers were ripped up by their roots. The chaos split open a stone. It chattered your teeth. The sky filled with dust and ash. Adrenaline coursed through your veins. It felt like the world had ended. Yet after only a few dozen seconds, it was over. The discord was over.

A moment followed of pure, untouched silence. Not a single woodland creature made a sound; not a single blade of grass swayed in the wind. You turned to Amelia, afraid. But you could not tell what you were more afraid of; the destructive blast, or of her reaction to it, but her soft eyes showed no anger; no sadness, even. She gazed off over the broken forest, but instead of sorrow, her gaze gleamed with an artistic lust.

She took a deep breath, soaking in the scene before her. Suddenly, you felt a small seedling of hope sprout within your chest; as if Amelia had radiated that feeling; telling the world that everything would be alright. A single melody flooded the atmosphere, growing out of that hope; feeding off of it, and becoming louder and louder, until it almost felt like the forest was alive again, even though it lay in ruin. Amelia began to sing a gentle, haunting tune. The grass began to wave again. The broken petals which scattered the floor were gathered by the wind, and swept away, and the world began to conceal its brokenness; to mend its wounds.

And Amelia danced. Each twirl of her gentle, nimble body raised the dead grass to life. The resurrected blades developed into rich, healthy stalks, emerald green, and even stronger than before. Each tap of her transparent feet among the stone-encrusted ground made the trees rustle blindly to the beat. It made the fallen trunks wither away into fertilized soil, furthering the growth in her kingdom of dirt. The old would be made new; the dead would nourish the living.

All of the forests eyes were upon her as she danced to the song of creation, and all of the forest's hearts beat swiftly to that steady, ethereal beat. Each exhale breathed life into that colorless, barren world, and each vibration of her feet evolved that life into blossoming bursts of color.

The moon passed its face over the forest, twinkling brightly in the darkness, but Amelia shone even brighter. The ruin carved into her land was washed away; any trace of the sorrowful act was erased. She picked up the final error: a perfectly formed rose which lay, distraught, at her feet. A moment passed. Then two. Three. She stared down at the flower for an eternity before cupping her hands around it. When she brought them down again, the rose was gone.

No more than a second later, a tiny sprout began to grow on her back; next to the rest of the little budding plants. It was just another reminder of the wounded forest. But it was also a reminder of her purpose: it was to protect this place.

When Amelia's sorrow took over her gentle mind once again, the faint glow on her back guided her to the memories of protection. To bring that same artistic hope back to life. For not many know the song of creation nor the melody of life. Amelia understood, just as well, the importance of this secret. It was her purpose in life to protect it. But more importantly, it was her purpose to protect her forest.

[notwearingsocks]

your life fuels mine.
form

[_silentsiren_]

first round link;;

please listen to while reading;;

Ever since the day she was left behind in the forest, it raised her, showing it her secrets. Soon the forest began to grow on her, daring to crown her ruler of the forest. She was destined to protect the secret that lied within the grove. She and the forest dwellers would protect it with their lives. Immortality. She was granted with it to forever protect the forest, it however came with a heavy price. She was forever stuck in the forest, surrounded by an everlasting winter. She was promised eternal life, but it meant sacrificing seeing her family to protect the forest and the animals that lived in it. Willingly, she took upon the duty as a princess to protect the forest and the animals in it with her life. She took on the duty as a young Kalon but took it upon herself to grow out of her shell, life flourishing with her as she did.

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One day, it began to rain, droplets pouring heavily onto the trees. Something was wrong with the forest, deep down inside she could feel it. The animals were panicked and afraid, running to and fro. Everything moved in slow motion, her fur sticking to her frame as she laid her eyes upon the animal. She had never experienced death, the loss of life. She laid down next to the creature, tears stinging her eyes as she looked down at the fawn that had lost it's life in the storm. A scream arose in her throat, mourning the loss of the life she once knew. The forest grieved the loss of the innocent spirit. She now knew why she had been called to protect the forest from that day on. Flowers were carefully laid upon the fawn's corpse, the forest silent for a fortnight. The princess mourned in pain, believing there was nothing worse than death.

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As the night finally came, she turned her head to the sky and sang a song. She realized the gift she was given had a price, and it was a heavy one. She was given it to protect life that could not protect itself any longer. The forest had chosen her, because she was capable of loving when she was unable to love herself. She knew life was cruel, but she would show kindness that was never shown to her. She led with humbleness in her heart, aware that life would never be permanent, but her choices would be. With this in mind, she carried herself like a queen, a renewed sense of duty to protect the forest in her heart.

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_silentsiren_ | blue

[Mid-life]

^^ click for form ^^

[eli ayase]

[ username: eli ayase ]
[ 1st round link: x ]
[ relationship with nature:

i cant help but stare at the blossoming plants that grow like trees on the mountains that are her shoulder blades. she catches me staring and i ask her about them. why are they there? how are they there? she giggles- a snort kind of giggle that you'd here from a young, amused child.

she tells me that when she was born, the sun and the moon overlapped and decided that she would be the child of mother nature; that the earth would raise her in all her glory to have a beautiful daughter to carry a legacy. arisha tells me that when she was born, the continent of india shook and the trees swayed and she came into being. born from a single olive tree, a peace plant, that is not native to india. it was said that when the olive tree extended an olive branch, the nations of the world would finally know peace. i wondered, then, if arisha knew she was the answer. she is peace.

arisha's plants were placed there as a reminder, by her sovereign queen, mother nature, to cherish her body like she cherishes the saplings of the earth. she is to be sewn like the mustard seed; a righteous seedling that will grow into divinity. as arisha grows, the plants on her back grow with her. she tells me "the iris is new," and that it "comes from a place when she learned to be patient". i try to understand, but this girl cannot fit into the box of my imagination. she goes on to explain that the "darkened plants have been darkened by the faults in my own actions". the more disciplined she is, the taller and more beautiful the plants grow to be. the more sinful she is, the sadder and heavier the plants will wilt. this reminds arisha that in order to grow her plants healthy, she too, must be mentally and emotionally stable. she must be a constant and victorious ruler.

and yet, arisha longs for a certain freedom. a chance to break away from expectations and potential let downs. a land where she does not need to tend to a garden because she is the garden, but because she loves to be the gardener. but here she is, as unstable as the garden of eden. one wrong move and the peace of the earth will go down in flames and terror. she knows, deep down, that she is meant to be the garden of eden; a representation of all that is holy and divine. and yet, arisha is afraid to put one foot down in fear that it will be the wrong step. the burdens on her shoulders, quite literally, the plants, can be overbearing to her.

the garden on her back has proven time and time again to be a sanctuary for many. the broken; that she may take it upon herself to fix and heal, and in return, a new flower grows. the needy; that she may tend to them and make them feel loved. the savage; that she may calm them and teach them safety. the afraid; that she may comfort them and hold them. all of these things, as an heir to mother nature, are not just expectations. arisha feels compelled to mend the entirely shattered and feed the hungry. her heart, although riddled with impulse and rebellion, is naturally pulled toward helping those in need. and its not just for the plants upon her sloped shoulders; its for the gardens that grow in the eyes and souls of the people who she helps. ]

[Fernathy]

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"With every step that is pressed into the dirt, there is growth. Beautiful peonies as pink as a soft summer
sunset. Despite the beauty that follows her, she keeps her eyes up ahead. she is aware, as always. After
moments of decisive observation, it would appear as is she's yet to notice me... She collapses onto the
forest floor with a sigh-- A contented noise-- As she stretches her paws into the earth. A few moments
she sits like this... content. At peace with the world. Ah, but this is a fleeting sight, As one unfortunate
move-- the smallest of twigs snapping beneath my footfalls send her scrambling away once more. . ."xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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She’s always been more in-tune to nature than the people around her.
The natural world had always offered her a solace that others could not.
Words of praise, words of promise, words of comfort, have all paled in
comparison to the peace that was granted by the simple presence of
nature. It was… genuine. Much unlike a great deal of the people she's
met. Perhaps she's grown jaded; she's endured far too much empty
flattery from ingenuine people with ulterior motives to trust.

But the forest is sincere. It has no hidden agenda. It just.... is. It
exists in it's rawest form for no purpose other than to just exist.
And it’s breathed life into her. Far more than any selection of
words that a person could string together.

And being so far isolated from other kalon contact, you could
say that the forest around her now is her lifeblood. Her home.
She's adapted to it as such. She rises with the birds in the early
morn, and she runs with the elk. And oh far does she run-- far,
far, until her lungs heave, and her heart beats loudly into her
eardrums-- sounds akin to the rushing of the river, and of it's
water plinking against the rocks.

And like the forest and nature around, she, too, is free to just
exist. To live in the moment, and to not worry about an
existence of grandeur and purpose, or some higher meaning in
her own life.

And that's what she's always wanted.

No-- always needed.

Others have always spoke of some... purpose. For her. That
she was bound to be destined for greatness. Caught up in
her elegant visage, they always assumed that she's had it
made. Or that she had to be on some divine quest to
restore goodness into the world, or something another.

They saw her as... otherworldly. A higher being. One with
purpose. Of course, that was untrue. But... does
anyone really have purpose?

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That is... subjective, I'd say. Purpose. Is it not just a concept? Or a subject self defined?

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxShe’s ambled into this forest not with some important agenda
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxin mind, no quest or mission, but out of her own insecurities.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxA spur of the moment decision, prompted by the actions of
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxothers. They marveled at her, the physical attributes of her
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbody, and how she moved and how she held herself before they
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxconjured up attributes for her. Elegance. Charm. Poise and grace.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnd then they perched up this fantasized version of herself on a
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhigh pedestal that she couldn’t get down from, and called her
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'divine'. But all she was was a normal kalon girl. Nothing
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxmore. One who was scared by all the attention she was getting.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOne who could barely live because of it.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt would only just so happen that the forest she’d run into
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbegun to grow around her.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWhy this has happened exactly, she could never be sure. She finds
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcomfort in the thought that this is nature’s way of guarding her.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxProtecting her. The sprouts that have begun to protrude from her
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbody are to flourish into plants so brilliant and strong that they shall
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwrap around her, and shield her body forever from the public eye.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThat she will one day dissolve into nothing but the nature that she’s
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcome to love.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnd she will be safe.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx…Perhaps that is her purpose?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMaybe it was meant for her to wander in here. That maybe this all
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwas foretold–- that she is meant to become one with the forest and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtrees around. That certainly is a comforting thought. She desperately
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxclings to this hope; that this is her fate and that it’s not the
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxalternative-– that she is simply a victim of circumstance.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxA girl too pretty for her own good, doomed to forever be defined by
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxher skin.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxShe doesn't want to be that tragedy.