[Amberlilli]

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Dᴀʏ 01: Tʜᴇ Rᴀᴛ
Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.
morgan
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A month at sea had seemed to be easy for the sailor, after all, it was one of the shortest periods he would ever have to sail, and it was a simple transport job. However, despite Morgan's best efforts, mother nature was not feeling kind. The sea breeze picked up sharply around a week into his voyage and had been steadily increasing over the course of the next, but never enough to cause him much trouble. During final few days of his trip, he could tell that his luck was about to turn around.

The wind ripped through the sail, the tattered cloth blowing off into the distance as he scrambled frantically around the deck. Their was chaos as his fellow sailors and captain rushed to regain control over the boat rocking back and forth over the rocky waves. As the sail began smaller and smaller, Morgan's hope to finish the trip began to do the same. With a loud tearing, the rest of the sail gave away to the strength of the wind and the boat was sent tumbling off course. With no way to redirect themselves but with no extra terror from the wind, the sailors were given a moment to think. Morgan, during this time, was given a glimpse of the long billowing coats in the living quarters, the wind blowing them open and catching on the sleeves, and he jumped as he realized the simplest but possibly best solution of all.

With a final rip of the heavy duty tape, the make-shift sail had been pieced together. With the wind having died down from its former harsh intensity, Morgan was confident that the tape would hold in the slower breeze. With a heave on the ropes, the coats were in place. With only a few days of sailing remaining, the coats would do until they made it to shore and could get a proper sail.

[beautea]

" prompt one " ft. alliander & joel
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time, 10:28 a.m.

" oh no, oh no, oh no ... " alliander hurriedly muttered underneath his breath. he was running out of time. his current situation should be him attending the last few customers at the " succulent smoothies " smoothie shop before his break was up, but instead he was in the dimly-lit backroom, hurriedly putting the last few touches on his ... monstrosity of a creation. joel would be here soon. alliander had promised him one week ago that they would go sightseeing in the city, and he'd forgotten until ... 15 minutes ago ? that was a good estimate. he sprung up, looking at what he had made, and sighed. it would have to do, and really, it wasn't going to be a masterpiece to begin with. he wasn't going to get away with anything. but, joel didn't have to know that. in the distance, behind the closed doors, he heard a familiar voice. he couldn't be here, not yet. it wasn't even 10:30 yet !

" alliander ? excuse me, ma'am, have you seen alliander hamilton ? he works here 8:30 - 10:30 today, I'm supposed to meet him here. "

" huh, that's weird. normally people don't get away with working such short hours, especially on a saturday. let me check and see if he's here. "

ahhhh !!

in the fastest he's been in ages, he grabbed his " art " with one paw and slammed the backroom door back open, the fluorescent lights of the shop staring back at him, along with a happy boyfriend, who saw him from behind the counter.

" alliander ! hey ! can you see me ? " joel asked excitedly, waving his left arm around wildly. oh yes, he could definitely see him.
alliander ran from behind the counter, sticking his makeshift, fake - alliander behind the counter. it was made out of a coffee -
bean sack, with an empty paper bag hastily taped on top with a happy face on it, to appear as a head of some kind, with a note taped to the coffee - bean body. the note read " cover for me, rachel ? please don't tell mr. davis I'm out. pretty please ? I owe you one !!! - alliander "

quickly, alliander tried to appear like he got off work without having to get a poor colleague to cover for him, since joel clearly thought he got off work like normal people would, by asking their boss a week in advance. which alliander had told him he did, one week ago. and had not done.

" hon, what was that you put down behind the counter ... ? "

" oh, nothing. some inventory for rachel to put away because I couldn't wait to see you. "

" ahw, that's sweet, but you can put it away ! I don't mind waiting and I don't want to make poor rachel do it-"

" no, no, no she's fine ! don't worry about it. " alliander said, walking quickly with his arm around joel to make it to the door in an effort to usher him out. almost there, almost there, freedom !

alliander had never been so relieved to feel sunlight on his fur and hear the bustle of people outside, feeling the sidewalk on his feet. he kept making sure he was walking fast with joel, who seemed puzzled but hesitated to ask what was going on. besides, it's not like alliander was getting in trouble or anything; he had made sure to schedule this break with his boss, mr. davis, a week in advance. right ... ?

" alliander hamilton !! " yelled an enraged rachel, who emerged from the glass door with the fake - alliander in her free paw, the paper bag gently falling off the body in the breeze and landing on the sidewalk.

" did you hear yelling ? " joel asked, turning around slightly, before alliander grabbed his paw in an effort to distract him.

" hear what, dear ? " he questioned, trying to maintain a sense of innocence but all the while continued to walk a little too fast.

he definitely owed rachel one.

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

Day 01 prompt is over!

Everyone who posted prior to this will have their entries count.
Winners will be announced tomorrow.
The next prompt is now up!

[Gadgetrocks]

"Pip, who you do want to go to the party with?" Me or her." The white Kalon sneered and pointed at the small brown Kalon who was looking pleadingly at Pip. "Really Rosa? I told you I won't chose one friend over the other!" He waved his paws in the air and sighed, before slowly walking off. Pip was mad at Rosa for making him decide between friends, Rosa was popular but Birch was kind and funny and both would be good at the party. Then he had a plan.

At Pips house

"Pip? What's this plan?" His little sister squeaked as Pip strapped stilts to her paws and tested the paper machie. "I'm going to go with both of them" he responded.

The party

"Wow Pip, your voice is a lot more high today" Risa said, raising her eyebrow suspiciously. "Ummm... Yep!" The second Pip squeaked. "Pip, why did you decide to go with me?" Birch asked "Rosa's a lot more popular." "I had a plan, and I did go with her." Wink

[néktar]

Prompt ∙ Day 2
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[ nektar | the loyal ox, sachiel | 540 words ]

my fingers softly strummed my harp, there was no other sound in the whole room. just the sound of my heart beat and this beautiful instrument that i played with my soul. nothing was more serene and pure as when i played like this all on my lonesome, nothing would ever come between me and my playing. or so i had thought. i took a breath as i went into my second verse of my harp when my love mimoru came in. he was quick with his pace and his eyes looked urgent, i looked up at him and tilted my head. he grabbed my hand in a blink of my eye and began to pull me away from my harp. i cried out to him and did not follow, ripping my hand away from his i demanded what this was about. he turned to me and quickly tried his best to explain the situation, he said that the king was my brother and sought to have me killed due to our linage. but i had lived in this castle since i was seventeen years old and i had never thought of the king to want to harm me in anyway, i was the royal harp player and i was held to the highest degree through out his kingdom. how was i suppose to believe that the king, the soul provider of where i live and the one who gifted me my beautifully hand crafted harp which sat pristine and quiet behind me.

so here i was left with a choice to believe my lover and best friend or the king who has provided a life for me for years. i breathed in as mimoru looked into my eyes searching for my answer in my eyes. but i appreciated the time he was giving me to decide. i know he would never lie to me and only wanted the best for me so i sighed and nodded, reaching out my hand and he took it in his, giving it a gentle kiss of thank you. though just as he was leading me away something crashed through the door of the large pale room, i turned around to see the king standing there with two knights. he pointed at mim and i, yelling that mimoru was stealing me to hide me away. i cried out explaining that mim was going nothing wrong, but my brother argued that mimoru would kill me if i went with him as he had killed several guards on his way to me. once again i was torn between my love and my life, i looked back and fourth, mimoru's eyes were pleading with mine and the king's face was stern and aggressive though in his eyes i only saw lies and malice, no love or sadness. i gripped mim's hand and nodded to him, he then pulled me into his arms, lifting me up in a bridal style fashion and leapt out oft he window. as i clung to the twisted branches on his back and looked towards the castle as it grew smaller in the distance i realized the choice i had made was a drastic one, but i knew it was the right one.

[yeena]

Day 02: The Ox
Tell about a time your kalon's loyalties were tested, and how they resolved the situation.
[Ares and Justin // WC: 571]

Ares stared down at his young son and his son glowered back, blue eyes sparkling with a hint of fury that he hadn't ever been able to see in Justin's eyes before. Nonetheless, there was some other kind of shimmer in his gaze as well, something less malicious. Justin went as far as to slowly baring his fangs at Ares, eyes revealing everything that Justin wasn't saying right now. Ares could only clutch the item in his hand tighter and shift on his feet a little bit, just a little bit. Ares swallowed nervously, uncomfortable by his son's aggression in the moment.
"Is this how you're supposed to go on then? Is this really what you're picking?" The words were growled out to him, Justin's tense face barely moving to grind the words out.
"Justin, Justin, you're not listening to me here-"
"You have a literal addiction, dad. How can I just stand here and watch you replace me?" Justin emphasized his point by gesturing one hand all around, just trying to stir the air up and get his definite point across. Ares felt like he was clearly getting the point that his son was trying to make here. That was when Justin reached and tugged on the item clutched in his hand, him tensing when Justin started to roughly tug on the black fabric between his fingers. Ares stifled a tiny, very small, growl at his son before relaxing again when Justin decided to move his hand back below his opposite arm.
"Dad, you really, really need to drop having so many sweaters. It's not healthy and I still can't believe you stole my favorite sweater, just so it could go towards your collection. It wouldn't even fit you, dad."
Ares knew that his sweater hoards were probably the most unhealthy thing he was putting up with right now. He had an entire closet in the house dedicated to his loving hoards and his son, Justin, wasn't appreciating any of it. Today must've been Justin's snapping point when Ares had decided to sneakily grab his child's most beloved sweater and dash off with it, stashing it away until Justin uncovered the hidden and missing item. Now it was time for Ares to receive a fairly lengthy conversation about how his hoarding was a terrible habit.
Ares sighed, realizing at once what was coming.
"Dad. Are you going to give me my favorite sweater back or are you going to coldly steal my favorite sweater."
Ares felt like his loyalties were on a divide here. Hoard to his happy hearts content or make sure that his son got his favorite sweater back. Ares looked blankly on at the shorter kalon, eyes staring beyond his son and into the unknown of being in the clouds and way into thought. There were a lot of sides to this situation and there could be multiple consequences that he wouldn't want resulting from this. He decided to come back to his senses and stare at his son with a, still, blank look.
"I'm keeping your sweater." This wasn't the answer that Justin had been expecting, because the scrunched up and confused face proved it. Despite this, Justin finally dropped his shield of psuedo-hatred to just rub at the bridge of his nose and shake his head.
"I'm never letting you have the rest of my smoothies ever again. Not until I get my sweater back."

[womp womp]

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→ Kalon Used In Prompt : Jasmine ←
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Jasmine fiddled around the bunch of herbs she had recently harvested. Their thick green stems were covered with soft layers of leaves, and a scatter of small blue berries were placed around the plant. Sighing, she placed it down and ventured outside of the Healer's hut.

The sun rays sliced along the trees, its morning light glowing peacefully. The air was cool, and thin breezes swept past Jasmine. A lithe figure approached Jasmine, and once the light finally hit she was able to spot the yellow eyes of Ameile. Ameile. The Kalon that she was raised by, and the one that took on the role of being her mother when Jasmine arrived to the island she lived in.

"Are you ready?" Ameile's voice was soft, and Jasmine snapped back into her original quest. She had become a Healer so she would be able to discover more about the kingdoms beyond the island, the ones where barely anyone on the island knew about. The elders would murmur stories about them, but it's hard to tell if they're simply spreading rumors or facts. The thing is, if she decided to continue with her quest she had planned for that took years to finally reach, everyone on the island she would be leaving behind. She would offer her herbs and medicinal services to the kingdoms beyond. Before Jasmine could reply, tears slithered down helplessly her face.

"I don't want to go." She choked out, and Jasmine raised an eyebrow, barely phased. "I've learned so much here. I'd be betraying everyone - including you - if I left for good." Jasmine mumbled, unable to hold her gaze with Ameile.

"Go." Ameile's word was strong and solid. Jasmine was unable to detect and regret that could have slipped out with her command.

"Are you sure?" Jasmine asked, her eyes flitting from Ameile to the slender forest of trees behind them. Ameile replied with silence, but nudged Jasmine to the direction she would be travelling. Jasmine glanced at Ameile, shaking.

"No. I belong here." Jasmine declared solemnly. And without saying anymore, Ameile pulled Jasmine into a tight hug. Jasmine let out an unsure laugh, her face red and wet with tears. "This is my home."

[ 367 words ]

[Discter]

Day 2

Juyako hissed at the knife in his face, backing away from the livid crew member who was steadily forcing him to walk backwards. "Stop this Ori! This is madness! What you're doing is absolutely crazy, if Marshal comes back to see me threatened, you know what will happen!" Juyako shouted, beginning to get a little nervous. It would take too long to get his knife out, and when he would make his move the knife Ori was holding would be in his throat.

"I don't care! Surrender, like your captain! We're done being pirates! We are going back to the mainland, whether you like it or not Juyako!" Glancing at the rail his back hit, he put his hands up further in the air as Ori pulled back her teeth fully, letting them glint maliciously in the air.

"You may want to answer soon, Juyako! Or you may be meeting the sharks!"

Grimacing, Juyako could see fins cutting through the edge of the water, crew members loyal to the queen tied up to the mast, beaten black and blue, intimidating mutineers standing above them. He was outnumbered, seventeen to one, with the sharks waiting below and sharp knives waiting ahead. If he didn't renounce the queen, and surrender, he was sure to perish.

Juyako continued to weigh his options, staring at angry red eyes that promised pain if he answered wrong. "Time is running out, choose!" And now the tip of her knife was nearing his throat. Should he surrender, and be possibly tied up? Would he surrender and then be forced to fight the crew he was still loyal to when they arrived? Defy the mutineers and take his chances with the mighty ocean?

"I... I am no-"

Just as he started to speak, Juyako noticed that the shark fins were gone. In fact, there had been about a dozen, at least one near the surface at all times, and now, they were all gone. Was that horns cutting through the water? Juyako looked back at the furious traitors surrounding him, all stone faced and cold eyes. "Ha!" Grinning, Juyako, pushed the knife away quickly and hopped onto the rail. "What! What are you doing!? Are you really going to jump?" Ori looked disbelieving, but still angry, and so did many of the others, shocked and doubtful of his intentions.

"I'd rather take my chances with the fishes than renounce my loyalties! See ya on the flip side, mates!"

And as Juyako jumped, twisting to fall backwards, he could see Marshals grinning face in the water, blood-lust in his eyes and eager to rip the mutineers apart. Splashing into the water, he began to swim up, and smirked wider as a beautiful voice filled the air, promising pain.

[Softea]

hi

Day 2 - The Loyal


If you want to talk about loyal, then you should talk to Dylan.
He is the most loyal person you will ever meet, if you need help with anything he is there to help. Though this one time, his loyalty was tested.

Dylan did not really wish to participate in such an event, but he was sure he needed to. Kalons always knew he was one of the most loyal kalons, and they used him for it. Though he knew it may not of been right, he decided to help out anyway.

P.D had wanted to erase Ares’ memory for a test. A test which did not need to happen, but it did.

The story behind Ares’ memory loss, and the story as to why Dylan couldn’t help out. P.D had always known that she would be asked to perform this test, but she didn’t think she would have to so soon. The government wished for her to perform the test as to which the users memory is erased, and continues to erase per day. Although P.D is able to keep these memories hidden on her computer for government research.

Dylan was asked to help out, to help out a task as to which Ares would not remember any of them, his childhood, or anything else. Dylan could not do such a thing. He just couldn’t do it. No matter how loyal he was to his friends. But now, Dylan and P.D had become somewhat enemies, as her and Dylan had a huge fight over what had happened.

Dylan knew that he could not have P.D as his enemy. They were such good friends, turned sour. Dylan decided to go to make up with P.D, but when he went to her house- she was gone. No trace of her left. She had moved away before he got the chance to make up with her. So ever since that day, Dylan had been searching and searching for his long lost friend. Once he had found her address, he had sent her letters everyday about how he would continue to hang out with Ares, and how they were becoming better friends even after the ‘accident’- which P.D had replaced the memory wipe with. The letters continued for years to come, as long as it would take for him to become friends with her once again. So that she knew it was alright.


hi

[Takk]

Prompt 2: Roxas and Nhadala

Axel wasn't the best father he could be, he often spent a lot of time working and bringing home take out for his kids growing up. Most of their cloths were second hand or passed down from other family members, it was apparent to others when the siblings wore the same shoes and backpacks for months, even years on end. However, Nala was a natural like her father at seeming cool and making friends. She was quite popular among her friends and with the 'lower class' students like her brother. Roxas was much more introverted, keeping to himself and drawing or reading in the corner rather than putting himself out there.
Even being gone a lot, Axel always said family was the most important thing to him and it should be for them too. When the two entered middle school it became harder to stay guarded around each other since they were rarely together now. Nala was in lower grade math classes and preferred gym over other electives. Roxas was great in school and took art instead while he studied hard for his AP classes.
Roxas was always kind to his sister even if she wasn't the usual type of kalon he'd hang out with and Nala felt the same way. Around 9th grade the stopped talking to each other in school but were sure to meet up and walk home together everyday. Gym was now a mandatory class and the two were surprisingly in the same period, 4th. They shared a lunch period as well but still rarely interacted as Nala had a small group of girl friends she hung out with. During a volleyball game, Roxas sat out due to the pain it was giving him on his inner arm.
Another boy came up to him and sat beside him, Nala noted the two talking and while Roxas was hesitant it only took a few minutes for the other boy to start laughing at something probably stupid her brother said. At the end of gym class, she was walking to the lunch room after her shower (being the only one who wasn't afraid to shower at school) to catch up with her friends when she spotted them giggling near a corner.
Walking over, her three friends were cornering a quivering boy. To her surprise, it was her brother Roxas. She thought he spent lunch time in the library usually, so it was rare to see him hanging out here. "I told you, he just asked me to join him for lunch,
why do you care?" He asks weakly, like he was tired or afraid. Nala joined the group, not sure whether to be concerned or annoyed she was wasting lunch time on her sibling.
"Because, River has a crush on Ian and we wanna know why a guy like him is spending time with a skinny nerd like you." Tiffany sneered, crossing her arms and glaring at Nala. "What is up with your brother? Is he... You know?" Waving her paw in circles, making Nala frown.
"He's just some nobody, Ian probably feels bad for him." Replied Nala, looking down at her brother who was staring back with an unreadable expression. They hadn't really talked personally since middle school, she didn't know if he liked anybody in particular.
Boys or girls, the question had never really needed to come up. "Don't we all feel a little bad when someone has no friends." In a joking tone, she uncomfortably laughs hoping they'll shrug it off.
But River growls and shoves Roxas on the shoulder. "That's right, a little nobody. So no one will care if we teach you a lesson runt,
stay away from Ian!" It happened too fast, she claws Roxas' cheek and he flinched but didn't yelp. The two others pulled him away from the corner and started pushing him around, knocking the book from his arms and causing his worn backpack to sway away dangerously.
Nala was shocked, but there was no question in her mind what to do. Defensively, she pushes one of the girls to the ground to stop the game of ping pong with Roxas and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into her chest and crouching over him. "Knock it off you guys! He's my brother! Who cares what he likes and who he talks to, you can't just push him around!" Her friends were nothing compared to blood, even if she had said hurtful things about Roxas to his face. One helped the other up and the three stared at Nala trying to protect her brother.
"Tsk, picking a runt over your own friends huh? That's sad." In a matter of fact tone before River lead the other two girls away.
Nala could see the teacher looking out the window now, likely having just noticed them. Unwrapping her arms from Roxas, she picks up his book and gives him a worried look.
"Sorry, I didn't expect them to get aggressive. Thought they'd leave you alone if they thought... You weren't some kind of threat I guess." The book was pulled from her hands, Roxas looked angry but it was always hard to tell with him. He could be sad, lost in thought, depressed even? She hoped that wasn't the case.
Rubbing the blood off his cheek, he finally sighed. "It's fine... Long as you didn't actually mean it."
"Of course I didn't! You're my brother, blood over those broads any day! Besides, gets me out of this boring pool party they were gonna drag me to on Friday; I'd hate to miss movie night with Dad." Nala says with a bright smile, Roxas returning a very weak grin before the two start to head into the lunch room.