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light paws ghosted through the forest. steps as silent as the wings of an owl, without a destination, without a purpose. the pale figure wandered aimlessly through the dark forest with eyes full of nothingness.

"you are not worthy."

the figure kept wandering. it's not like it would make a difference now. after all, she was already dead inside.

"your people have left you behind. abandoned you."

the demonic voices in her head kept torturing her. but she was used to it.

"it is your fault. if it weren't for your foolishness they would have never died."

the moon was starting to vanish behind the ever thickening pines. it kept getting darker and darker as she continued her lost search for light.

"the children that once loved you are scared of you now."

she remembers the time when her home was still okay. when she was still okay.

"fool. selling your soul to the devil for something as cheap as that. you knew what would happen. you lost your eyes, your soul and now you are just an empty vessel aimlessly wandering the woods. and the worst part of all: you lost your family. all of them. because they wanted to protect you. you, the one who started all of this. the one who caused all this pain and suffering. you are a horrible person. they would have been better without you."

she stopped walking. a tear slowly started rolling down her cheak. it was too much. way too much. the voices in her head are harsh, but they are right. she should know more than anyone. suffering, sadness and pain was laid in her crib. after her birth her mother died. in her family it is said that the first events after a child's birth ultimately rule over how the child will develop. whether it will have a good or a bad future. she never believed those things. and everything seemed fine afterwards, for years she was loved by the other people of the village. especially the kids visited her a lot and kept her company. then it happened...

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[lawfullychaotic]

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There's a storm in those eyes. Brewing, deep and all consuming. But they are as blank as a canvas, as plain as untouched snow, but far less innocent and cold.

There's something there ready to bolt.

Her ears prick at the smallest sound. A robin, sitting up in the almost looming trees, cries a song of loneliness for its mate. A young deer, unsure and still wobbling on its legs, cracks a twig beneath its hooves. The smallest noises always frightened Ophelia. The seemingly omnipotent creatures of the forest fled as she tread into the gaping darkness of the forest. They left in respect, rather than fear. They knew of her lover, the silence. They were torn apart so easily, yet brought together in delicate moments of utter peace. Yet today, she did not seek him.

Her stride set into a gallop, scattering leaves and the meeker kinds of dwellers. Her eyes were set with determination. Soon the thundering roar that shook the pebbles and whispered along the breeze materialized into a solid picture. A waterfall, glistening and omnipotent, caused the great noise. It was strange that this place was her haven. It brimmed with clear water, her long legs stepping into the coolth. Her hair skimmed the surface, following the ripples before she squeezed her body past the crevice behind the seemingly impenetrable wall of water. Shaking, wet and yet refreshed, Ophelia sniffed the area. Only her old scent lingered.

A small fleece pillow, close to tatters at this point, sat in the corner where a opening above let in a ray of sunshine. Beside it sat a box, filled with semi-precious stones and flowers. It was unfortunate her eyes did not see their beauty. But her mind, in memories far behind her, still lay as if it were yesterdays recollection for her to marvel at them.

She nosed at the water, lapping at it for a moments notice before noticing the lovely pebble below her nose. Pausing in her exploration, she dipped her paw in and scooped out the shining gem. She yapped happily as her little child came rushing over, giggling at her Kalon.
"Its so pretty. Well done, Lia!"

She turned from the memories. She inspected the cave scattered with streams of silver ore, much like her own tail.

"Susanna, what do you mean the res doesn't let you keep Kalons? We can't look after her, you know that..." Ophelia heard the bickering, her ears pressing flat against her head. A soft plead fell from her mouth. Susanna, her adoring owner, looked to her. Her dark chocolate eyes were sad, like that of the female robin she saw each morning out in the garden. She stood and walked over, gently stroking Ophelia's silky hair.
"Let's... make a deal. Whether you know what I'm saying or not. Remember that forest we played in? When I still struggled to climb up the rocks and you would pull me onto them? That will be your new home... and someday, I'll come meet you again, at that waterfall where I found you."

Ophelia turned her eyes from her personal skylight, the blindness that had taken her sight from her only strengthened her hearing so she might someday hear Susanna's call from where ever in the forest.

"I will wait. And you will return like you promised."

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[MrBoodle]

『 ------Bala---Female---Young Adult------』

WHO

True to word as I am true to nature.
A heart thick with fog.
Will you dare to wander through it?

SHE?

A damaged past.
Scars to deep to see.
Not all will last.

IS

Know this and take note to remember that I care little about your opinion and hold close to my heart, my own. I have given up everything expecting nothing in return, laid down the guilt of my past and the shame of my future. I've set down the very core of my soul to a greater being that you will never know. She was beautiful, she was powerful she was all one could ever ask for as a leader. A protector of all and a goddess to most but now she is nothing more but a rumour, a folklore that barely goes above a whisper of children who stare into the thick morning fog. She was once everything and now she is nothing, I'll never forget her though. I am loyal with an obscured mind, neither open-minded nor narrow. I have the option to see more then there is just as I could be selfish and chose not to see at all.


My strength reflects her own, she held her head so high she had such a sense of dignity to her. The very meaning of strength itself would not be enough to describe her and her careless actions. Her heart was so open and her spirit so full of energy that her words wouldn't be able to keep up with her mind. Each twisted tongue and stumble of words drew your attention closer to what she had to say. Even if she never knew it she had the hearts and eyes of the world on her and never used or abused it. She was oblivious to the attention she had and simply smiled and stood as tall as ever.


Despite her beauty and her kindness, I could see the truth, she lied about it all. Her strength was fleeting and her body couldn't keep up with the passing of time. She did not show others this but I knew that behind the morning song that called the fog to rise, the lullaby that laid down the droplets of dew on the plants. That she was hurting inside, her power fleeting, this great being was starting to fall apart but held on as long as she could.



She was more than the heart of the forest she was the forest itself, every tree and blade of grass was made in her beauty. This creature large enough to push down the strongest tree with one clawed foot, gracefully weaved in and out of the smallest shrubbery to avoid breaking so much as a twig.
But when the forest started to disappear so did parts of her very soul. There was only one way to save it, to save her beloved forest she gave upon a blessing to a frequent visitor to the forest. Turning their pelt into the very forest itself, it was more than an interesting marking for a pelt. It was a mirrored universe safely hidden within the body of the Kalon. It held the forest so far from harm that it would peacefully live.


By doing this through the protector of the forest knew it'd be a great weight for the host to withstand. They'd constantly feel this heavy weight on their back as if carrying the world itself...and in a way, she will be. This young visitor, Bala was to be the host of the forest and to bear this weight but she wouldn't do so alone. The creature of the forest, that of folklore and legend was a powerful being and wouldn't dare make one small creature carry that weight alone. But things were desperate and it was needed, she merged her soul with the little kalons and became one with her. The result changing the one once dark blue eyes to white as snow, as empty as a white winter field.







Now she is I and I are us.
Souls intangled and two minds sharing the same body both sharing the image of the peaceful forest on the soft fur.
Whenever wing breezes by it moves not only the fur but shakes the trees and brings back such peaceful memories.


We are ying and yang, we are damaged and whole.
We are Ba and La
A cry of a little lamb lost in the woods and the soft la of a lullaby sung by a mother figure.
Balara was a lost little kalon that sought out the comfort of the woods to gather herself after each breakdown.
While Lalora was spiritual being that kept safe her forest home and all that live in it.
Seeing a small creature visiting her forest with such a sad energy Lalora sought her out.
Giving her life meaning and protection by coming together to be one.
Those ill thoughts at the back of the young kalons mind are now drowned out but a comforting lullaby, the soft whisper of a mothers voice.
The two walk with a sense of balance and keep a calm complection. Little bothers them and they take such delicate care of their garden.

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