[hiraeth + hound]

Tell about a time your kalon's loyalties were tested, and how they resolved the situation.





seraphim & florence

Growing up in a prestigious family overbearingly proud of their looks, Seraphim had always been expected to one day marry a princesses and provide children that would serve as extensions to his royal family lines. When Florence entered his life, the loyalties he had felt to his close knitted family begun to feel tight. The more time he spent with Florence, the more his family would begin to get suspicious and the more pressure he would feel. Soon, he found himself sneaking out of his parent’s sight just so he could continue to see his star-crossed lover in peace.

After only months, his relationship with his family quickly begun to fall apart. His father and brothers disowned him completely, and his mother could only help but feel disappointment towards her son. The family that had raised him under their wings had casted him into the dark over a simple matter of who he loved. They tried everything to prevent him from seeing Florence; locking him up, ignoring his pleas to even return to the gardens outside, for they were afraid he’d simply run away and abandon his family completely.

Many times, Sera considered ending Florence and his relationship so the both of them could move on and try to repair the heartbreak they were both feeling.

Sera, however, couldn’t find it in his heart. At the first chance he was allowed back to the neighboring kingdoms for formal meetings, he jumped into Florence’s arms and wept like a child. Even though his family raised him and Sera loved them, Florence made him happy. Happier than his family could have ever made him felt on their own. So, the two set off in secret for the night, enjoying only each others company under the stars as Seraphim made his final decision. Even though it was dangerous, his heart chose to stay by Florence’s side forever.
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[♡Chocolate♡]

{ prompt 2 }

anne gulped. she felt torn between her crush and her family. she wanted desperately to go run off with her crush, but she loved her moms, her sisters. she felt stuck, in a rut, and like she couldn't get out. she wished there was a way for her to be with both of them, but she knew it was impossible. she sat on her bed, completely covered in covers from head-to-toe, with her phone in front of her.
it was dark, and the only light was the light from her phone. her parents were asleep, and she had no idea where her siblings were.
she stared blankly at the text message, and she felt terrible leaving her friend on read, but she had no idea how to respond. she wondered if she could just act as though she had fallen asleep before the message arrived. no, she's already seen i've read it.
she sighed, looking at the clock. 2:18 am. she was tired. with the bags under her eyes, and her shaking hands, she wrote "okay."

bling, message sent!

[lonk]

prompt 2 - tell about a time your kalon's loyalties were tested, and how they resolved the situation.
cali & cas - 502 words
"you remembered my plan, right, cas?" cali watched the shaggy girl begin to fumble. "you'll come over to work on the project at 4, and we'll be done by 8. you know i despise it when you're late," the snotty kit continued, "so be punctual."
the only thing cas could think about was punching her in the nose. of course she'd forgotten about the project, but tomorrow was dove, her guardian's birthday- something she and polly had been hyping up for a week now. they'd been making all the decorations, and venita helped the two kits order the cake- everything was going to be perfect.
until she was reminded of her prior commitments.
"uh, you see, my dude," she started, watching the other girl start to shake her head, "it's my mom's birthday. it means a lot to me, so i can't miss it." castor put her hands in her pockets, and began to turn away. "i'll just give you my part on monday and we'll shove it together in class."
"your answers are always wrong! i'm not letting you come up with a crummy, fake excuse solely for you to end up ruining my grade." cali wasn't going to be reasoned with. cas felt her heart sink. maybe she wasn't ever the most reliable, but she owed cali, big time. they were assigned as partners for their projects for the whole year, and cas had butchered the last one, sending cali into a frenzied panic over this one.
she couldn't just leave her hanging. or could she..? she had to. dove meant more to her than a stupid grade, but cali was friends with pollux, and once polly heard about this, he'd be disappointed. she always hated it when she made him sad, but either way, this was going to end in a mess.
wait- polly. he could help her! his group was already done, and he was smart! so while they set up for the small party, venita could help out more than she'd bargained for, and cas could get her brother to give her a hand on her work. maybe cali would be nervous and certainly suspicious, but it was better than nothing.
"polly can check my stuff. this means a lot to him too, y'know." she could see cali begin to fight back, but she turned away with a sigh. cas had won.
"fine. but it better be good." although their relationship was strained, cas was happy she could be able to calm the other girl's wrath. she wasn't really a friend, but it would've been wrong to ruin her hard work.
it would've been ever worse if she bailed on dove, though, and as soon as cali was gone, she grinned. staying loyal to her family was more important than her grades. well, most things were more important than her grades, but that was beside the point. cas knew what was right and wrong for her, and the compromise seemed like it could work out.

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

Day 02 prompt is over!

Everyone who posted prior to this will have their entries count.
I haven't had a chance to judge everything, but hopefully
I'll have winners of the first two days up tomorrow!

The next prompt is now up!

[Areater]

prompt three. // areater // " the nature of poetry " // 365 words // starring gawain

gawain had been talking to this park ranger for at least ten minutes, and he was very unpleased. while there were certainly park rangers he was rather fond of - cody came to mind - he would much rather skip over this one. the thick-coated kalon looked like he hadn't even seen a shower in weeks, and he just wouldn't stop blabbering on. this is why he had quit modeling - kalons always wanted to talk to him. but even now that he had faded from the spotlight, kalons still thought it was fine to just strike up a conversation with a stranger. no thanks - he'd much rather listen to birdsong than listen to this kal talk for one more second. as the kalon paused to take a breath in the midst of some boring story, he cut in to lie. "i'm sorry, but i just realized i forgot my journal while hiking, so if you'll excuse me."
finally. he was free to do what he really wanted to do - be by himself in nature. well, he was never really alone in nature. birds twittered above him in trees, ants trekked across the dirt in front of him and chipmunks watching him cautiously from bushes. one brave squirrel snuck a little closer to grab a seed and gawain lifted his camera from around his neck to snap a picture. taking his journal out of his bag - he would never dare forget it - he jotted down a few notes about his surroundings for later inspiration for his poetry once he got to the waterfall he was hiking out to.
his legs slightly sore from the trek, he sat down on a felled log, looking out across the shaky barrier - why did some kalons insist on making nature "safe" at the expense of ruining the view? - he sighed softly and watched as ducks splashed in the calmer water below and then looked left towards the waterfall, where huge amounts of water poured down and frothed at the bottom. this was his inspiration, his passion - everything nature had to offer, the peaceful and the chaotic. this was what needed to be photographed and written about, and this was what he did.

[Northstar.]

Dᴀʏ 03: Tʜᴇ Tɪɢᴇʀ || feat. Amalie of the Great Forest ||

[lysander]

 




▌  ▷ DAY THREE  :  sight
▌  ▷ Tell about a something your kalon is passionate about.
▌  ▷ feat. mephis  : 427 / 150
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fate and fortune etched into the cracks in the earth reveal all to the trained eye. to look the goddess Gaia in her vast eyes and to pluck the truth from the images reflecting in her pupils— it goes beyond simple fortune telling. it's something few understand— this ancient art of geomancy. passed down from generation to generation even as his people are methodically hunted down for their supposed blasphemy— what sort of divine sight is worth dying for?

mephis knows. echoes of his ancestors course through his veins. so few of his kind are left yet he's never felt his blood brew stronger in the face of annihilation. perhaps a part of him is cocky. perhaps he thinks he can outwit the kings and their witch hunts. perhaps he loves the chase of it, the sheer gratification of knowing he will always be two steps ahead.

yet the simplest answer is in his genes; a thirst for knowledge bestowed upon him as if birthright. the wantneeddesire to know what possibilities lie in wait, just beyond the karmic horizon— and beyond. to realms outstretched far beyond the scope of mankind. others regard his this as properly mad— imagine that! they say. the heresy! no mortal shall be privy to the secrets of the immortal!

their words held some modicum of truth. indeed, to behold the foresight of the gods would drive most mortals insane by any standards. mephis knows the old mantras well— to see the future is to see the unfathomable. but the fear of the unknown— the darkness that shrouds the mind's eye, the veil so eagerly self-adorned by the masses that keeps the horrors beyond their eyes at bay— is poison. a poison to the mind, a poison to the soul. mephis wore that very same veil, once upon a time ago— partook, too, in that poison borne from ignorant bliss.

but not anymore. he's had a taste of true insight; the ambrosial ichor that robbed him of his sight but imparted upon him a different kind of seeing— in the form of a stone scintillating with colors unfathomable to living eyes.

one touch was all it took.

perhaps a part of him is cocky, to think that he was chosen not by chance but by fate itself. cockier still— that stone, if tempter sent or tempest tossed —be it stone of god or devil— it makes no difference. sight is sight all the same, and truth knows no right or wrong;

it simply is. and mephis will stop at nothing in its pursuit.



 

[King Andre]

day 3
characters: anthony
word count: 775
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A tall, slender man with a messy auburn man-bun of curly hair crossed into a portal of whirling vermilion energy. He was cloaked in black, ears and nosed pierced and a tattoo of a flower was on the side of his neck. Tumbling through the portal on the other side, a vague, never-ending dark woodland path. He shook himself; "still never getting used to that." Despite crossing into the magic realm hundreds of times by now, the feeling of being stretched apart atom by atom and reassembled together was something always disorienting. He inhaled, taking a look at his phone and his girlfriend Tori who was his wallpaper, smiling. Wonder what she's doing right now, hopefully not eating pizza without me... nah that'd be silly. A shift in atmospheric pressure put him back on alert, and he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

Steeling himself, Anthony stared into the pitch black space enshrouding the trees around him. Suddenly his expression changed, more serious and one of anticipation. It was around here somewhere...

....

.....

CRASH.

The young warlock nimbly leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding a massive tree crushing him. He barely had time to react before he was bowled into by a large figure, knocking the wind from his lungs. Anthony rolled away and its claws slashed where his head had been micro-seconds before. Rising to his feet, he faced his opponent- a giant gargoyle like demon, standing wide and mountain shouldered at 10 feet, fire slipping from its maw with every ragged breath. "So you're the fellow causing trouble round' these parts." His only response was a stream of orange flames, which Anthony managed to block with a well-timed arcane shield of yellow energy. "Not very talkative I see? Me neither-"

Before the beast could release another torrent of fire, a large root from the trees shot up from the ground and muzzled the demon. While it struggled, more roots and vines sought to wrap themselves around its arms, torso and legs. Hey I finally perfected the spell, neat. With the creature restrained, the young man sought to end the confrontation swiftly. From his palms he released a wave of incapacitating arcane energy, but to his surprise the creature screamed out in agony, and its voice was oddly similar to a man?

The moment Anthony ceased it broke free of its constraints and bull-rushed straight into his path, the warlock having to use a short-range teleportation spell to evade being flattened. Maybe it's not a demon after all,,crap no time to think! Barely avoiding being pancaked again, Anthony readied himself. Drawing in a breath and remembering hours of practice with his grandfather which led to this moment, the monster charged again at blinding speed. Anthony closed his eyes, said something in an esoteric language and hoped to not meet his ancestors in the next millisecond.

Opening his eyes, he found the creature frozen a few inches before him, encased in magical energy. It was unable to move, but was clearly conscious. In an uncharacteristically serious and commanding tone, the warlock outstretched his hand while he spoke; "Demon, I release you from this mortals body." Surrounding him was what seemed like the screaming of a thousand souls, and the monster before him began to rapidly shrink, as it did a red malevolent energy flew out from its body and into the mage's palm. When it finished, all was left was a cloth-less man, unconscious on the ground, and a swirling ball of crimson energy in Anthony's hand, carefully isolated from touching his skin by a magical barrier. The warlock condensed the demon spirit remnant and placed it in a capsule, putting it in his coat jacket.

He'd carry the man to a hospital in the otherworldly town, where the man would wake up and embarrassingly recount how he opened a cursed chest against his families advice. Holding back a sarcastic remark, Anthony left the medical home and opened his phone to see his to-do list.

"Stop rampaging monster, check. Now all's left to do is to investigate evil spirit appearances the next town over, exterminate more demons, track down a witch and,,, help find an old lady's familiar, which is a tiger, great."

As demanding as it was, Anthony chose to take on all these jobs. He'd become something like a hero to people in this realm, and he wouldn't trade it for the world, it was, you could say, his passion.

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Anthony walked through the door of his home physically and mentally exhausted, falling into the lap of his girlfriend who was watching netflix.

"How was work?"

"Same old same old."

[Catskitten]

Dᴀʏ 03: Tʜᴇ Tɪɢᴇʀ
" [ eager, courageous, fighter ] "

Tiger and Rabbit raced one another, both very fast animals, but Tiger was a bit faster.
Tigers are fighters, and love pushing themselves for a cause.

Tell about a something your kalon is passionate about.

Prompt 3

Catskitten

Kalons

Seventy enjoys inventing new weapons.
She has a basement that she has a forge in.
The weapons are normally swords and custom weapons.
Her favorite thing shes made is her flaming chainsaw.
She keeps the basement heavily locked due to clumsey mates and her kits.

Forager enjoys throwing knives at things.
Only for the fact that kalons are so entertained by his tricks.
Its amusing and he make good money off of it.
Nobody questions why just how he got so good.
Perks of being in a circus.

Eli loves living on a ship.
They get to see the ocean life and watch the sun set on the water.
Theres the thrill of outliving a storm and seeing the next day.
Discovering new islands and eating fish is a bonus.

Ghastly enjoys anything with sugar.
They can’t control the urges so Seventy hides everything.
(They were caught eating sugar cubes once)

Kasi owns a bakery and coffeeshop.
She enjoys running the shop and creating menu items.
Her latte art is quite popular where she lives.

[womp womp]

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Poseidon laid in bed, staring up at the roof. The lamp beside his bed was flicked on, casting a dim light throughout his bedroom. He was suppose to be sleeping, yes, but he simply couldn't. It was a long night of tossing and turning, but eventually he had given up and switched his lamp on. He just felt like something was... missing. Poseidon sighed, and hopped out of bed and turned the light for his whole room on. A bright light dove around the room, and Poseidon took a minute to adjust to the sudden lighting change. His eyes burned for a slight bit, but he was all right. Poseidon made his way back to his bed, but before he could he slipped right on one of his stuffed panda plushes and tumbled over, landing with a thud against his floor. Poseidon winced at the loud sound, not wanting his parents to comes dash in his room. He waited a while to recover before picking up the plush, and gazing at their beady black eyes. Poseidon run his fingers along its smooth fur, and cracked a grin. Pandas. His whole room was decked out in panda images, toys, books and even clothing. It was an interesting obsession, especially for someone who was usually pretty harsh. Poseidon hugged his plush, and smiled. He was sure now that he'd be able to sleep.

[ 231 words ]