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i. leitarvél ii. finder in iclandic iii. female iv.
twenty-four years of age

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( who i am )

Leitarvél is a no-nonsense person, and thus isn't too keen to deal with people
when they act up, so she almost always tries to correct them. And when she
tries to correct them, they typically get very fussy, defensive, and rude.
She's a loner due to this, typically staying under the radar, watching from
the shadows. She's happy to give people advice and help them, but not
everybody wants help or advice. She's been raised to be compassionate
and helpful, and it reflects on her. After looking up to many fictional heroes,
each one showing compassion, leadership, and a calm aura are good traits to
have, she strives for those, and now it is a key part of her character. If someone
asks for help, she will readily give her all to see that they are happy. She's
determined to help others, her butterfly effect of kindness her greatest goal.

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( how i was lost )


She watered her plants, finally home in her tiny house from a long day at work. Clipping off a dead leaf, she studied the smallest one, noting how it would need to be transferred into a bigger pot soon, already outgrowing the pot it was in. She'd made a mental note to pick up another pot from the small shed, and put the watering can back in it's place. Trudging out to the shed, she shivered from the sudden bitter wind, and hurried into the small room. Picking up a suitable pot after a minute of searching, and noticed her bow lying sullenly on the wall. Maybe she could go hunting...? She would go after the transferred the plant, and got into some decent clothes. Mind made up, she grabbed her bow and arrows, small pot in the crook of her arm as she raced back into the small house.

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A breath left her lips before she flopped onto the couch, closing her eyes, tired from school. The tv hummed in the background, some ad about always treating people right drawling on. A 'hmm' rumbled in her throat. It was true, always treat others right. However, before she could actually sleep, her grandfather stepped into the room and said something about getting up and learning how to use a bow. Leitarvél groaned, but followed.

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“Afffffiiiiiiii! This is boring, why do I have to learn how to hunt?” Her grandpa smiled at her, still
following the barely visible tracks in front of her. “I know it is boring, but hunting could help you if you were in a pickle. If all the food in the grocery store went bad and we all had to wait a week for more food, we’d end up starving. So that is why I’m teaching you to hunt.” She pouted at her grandpa, miffed at having to get up.

After hours of practicing she aimed at the target, second last arrow stretched tight from the bow in her hand. She let it fly under the stern gaze of her grandpa. It hit just an inch away from the bullseye, and she readied her final arrow. Her grandpa hadn't said anything yet, and Leitarvél knew he was either pleased or angry. Hopefully not angry, but her grandpa being pleased wasn't always a pleasant thing to experience. Leitarvél let go of the arrow, and grinned as it hit dead center. She turned to see her grandpa smiling at her, and ran over, smiling herself.

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It's quite a cold winter this year, Leitarvél thought as she fastened her bow around her chest. Her eyes flicked across the forest, an unusual nervousness swirling in her stomach. With a deep exhale she headed off into the forest as the wind had picked up, snow slowly falling.

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i. salite stryker caillte ii. lost in irish iii. male
iv. twenty-seven years of age

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( who i am )

Caillte is a very quiet person. You might think because of his lack of vocality,
he may be reserved, however, that is not the case. He is very opinionated,
and not afraid to voice his concerns when the time comes. On top of this,
when he is in the general vicinity, his presence almost demands to be noticed
and respected. Cal is very open-minded and always is open to new opportunities.
Hardworking is another way to describe him, and he always gives things his all.
He is an observer and always judges the situation before pursuing. He also tends
to overthink about every little detail and often loses sight of the bigger picture.
All in all, Caillte can be very sweet and considerate, but it rarely shows.

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( how i was lost )

The sky was black and the wind was frigid, in other words, not the time to be venturing outside. However, Sal's brother lost his satchel in the snow and he wasn't going to sit there and listen to him complain all night.

"Salem, you're gonna freeze out there," Aeris grumbled from his seat on the couch.

"Let's be real here, Aeris, you're gonna be crying like a baby all night long because your bag is lost. And we both know there is no way we're going to be able to find it buried five feet under in the morning, so shut up. I'll be back in soon." Salem huffed, wrapping his cloak around him tight. He stepped out, shivering a bit as the wind whipped his face. With a loud inhale, he held up his dim lantern and began to trudge through the snow.

It almost felt like hours retracing his steps, he didn't even know where to go. He leaned against the nearest tree to gather himself. Glancing behind him, his heart rate picking up speed rapidly. The snow had already blown over his footsteps. "Doesn't matter, I can find my way home." Sal comforted himself, then proceeded to continue on. The beating of his heart began to increase the more he thought about it. What if he didn't find his way home? With one swift turn, the white Kalon began to bound through the snow back toward where he thought he came from. Suddenly, his foot caught a rock, sending him tumbling forward toward what looked like a dropoff. Down and down he rolled, getting whipped with sticks and whatever else. Panic set in as he could see a rock quickly approaching. Preparing himself, he attempted to cover his head but only succeeded in hurting his arm. Without a warning the back of his head collided with the rock, causing him to see stars. With one last tumble, he fell off the cliff, hitting the solid ground below. His vision flooded with black ink and all he heard was silence.

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Piercing rays of light blinded the shivering lump of white. His head was pounding and his bones ached. A loud groan rumbled in his throat as he pulled himself into a sitting position. How long had he been here? The male stood, holding his head as he did so. Before he could do anything else, his jaw almost dropped. In front of him stood a tall stone castle, abandoned no doubt. How did he get here? Why was he here? The sudden realization hit him like a brick. He couldn't remember anything. His heart was just beginning to pound out of his chest. He tried to think of his name or how he got here but all that came up in his mind was blank. His breath quickened. Without really thinking, he stumbled toward the castle, almost falling through the doors. That was the only thing sure in his mind.

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Leitarvél stumbled through the snow, exhausted and ravenous. This was bad, she was stuck in a blizzard, and didn't know which way to go home. She continued on for what felt like hours until the outline of a stone castle became visible. Trudging through the snow she pushed herself in through the doors. However, before she could continue her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the cold stone floor.


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The white Kalon stared at the lump of dark fur on the floor, snow, and wind blowing through the open doors. He hurriedly closed them and came forward to inspect the mysterious blob. It was another Kalon, with strange markings streaked across their fur. But, were they even alive? He checked for a pulse and sighed in relief when he found one. But if they were going to survive, he needed to act fast. He draped his own cloak around them and dragged them deeper into the castle. Eventually, he made it into the furthest room away from the main doors and set her down. Within a couple minutes, he gathered some blankets, some food he'd hunted a couple days ago, and kindling, which he set down. He quickly started a fire in an old furnace, which was situated in the room before retreating to find some more kindling.

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Leitarvél groaned, her head pounding and stomach growling. Her face was strangely warm. Actually, she was warm all over, and something flickered in the distance. Opening her eyes, she realized it was slowly dying fire. The dark Kalon glanced around and noticed she had multiple blankets wrapped around her and some cooked meat nearby. She studied the stone walls further, only to realize it was an old massive throne room. Cobwebs and torn banners adorned the walls, frost just beginning to seep in. Old cracked tables littered the room, making the vastness feel a bit more cluttered. Glancing down at the blankets around her, she kicked off the unnecessary ones before propping herself up. Someone had saved her in this dreadful place, but who would live here? And who would save a stranger that had done nothing for them? She quickly gobbled down some of the meat, and wrapped one of the warmer blankets around her shoulders, and set out to find this stranger.

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The blue-eyed Kalon climbed the stairs, completely silent on his paw pads, a large bundle of dry sticks in his arms. He rounded the corner, only to bump into something and fall back with an 'oof!' He knew the castle fairly well, so what could he have walked into this time? He began to pick up the wood with a sigh, only to be surprised someone else was helping him. He studied them, surprised to see another soul in his home. Realization smacked him in the head, it was the furry blob he helped! "I'm terribly sorry," Leitarvél apologized. Silence wrung out between them. "Were you the one who brought me in here?" He only nodded, too intent on collecting the wood he dropped.

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Leitarvél had bumped into her rescuer by accident and felt even worse when she made them fall backward, seeing how frail they were. Bones jutted out of pale skin, with fur thin and matted, there was no way he was warm. He was inclined to keep on collecting the wood, but she was faster than him. After they gathered it, the mysterious stranger started towards the throne room. "What is your name?" No response. "Is anyone else here?" "Are you hungry?" They were nearing the fire now, "Why are you here?" Still nothing. "Do you even have a name?" The white kalon whirled on them, dropping the wood with wide eyes and a heaving chest.
"I DONT KNOW!" His raspy voice bounced off the walls in an eerie echo. Oh god, what had she done? The pale Kalon crumpled on the ground into a shivering and muttering mess. She had no idea what to do. With a sharp inhale she dropped to the ground beside him. "Hey, hey-" She whispered, reaching out to him. His head whipped to her hand, and she recoiled. "It's okay, it's fine, you're alright. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." His breathing slowed the slightest. "It's okay, you're fine, I'm fine, everything's fine, okay?" After a while of her talking, he had calmed.

"I don't know my name, or where I'm from, I just woke up here." He mumbled, barely audible.

"Your name can be Caillte for now, I'm Leitarvél. Is that okay?"

"...Yes."

"I got lost in this blizzard, but I live near here... If you would like to come, I can give you food and shelter."

He met her eyes. "That'd be nice."


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Credits


headshots of ghost & hunter on their respective forms drawn by messenger
wonderful scenes in 'how we met' post drawn by Discter
coding done by messenger
writing by Discter & messenger