[~Levi~]

Dᴀʏ 05: Tʜᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ
" [ strong, charming, intense ] "

The dragon was fifth in line to arrive to the banquet.
The Emperor took an immediate liking to them because of their striking good looks.
Dragons are noble and intense characters, often feeling their highs or lows in extreme measure.

Tell me about one of the best days of your kalon's life.

The evening was warm, unusually so with the darkness, which brought an announcement of the arrival of the night and the end of winter. Upon the top of the mountain, there stood the temple, painted with royal red and gold accents, it stood tall and proud, a dedication to the gods. In front were a stage and a large courtyard that was normally empty, today however there was a large crowd, more still climbing up the uneven, ancient stone steps, that led to the temple. There were stalls, ready to start selling as soon as the festival started. The soft scent of smoke sifted through the air as the scarlet lanterns rose up in the sky as the gentle evening breeze, they shone like fireflies fragile but warm, emitting a soft glow that highlighted the fuchsia plum blossom that was starting to open as the first signs of spring.

The beat of the drums, which started, was steady and deep, echoing in the silence as the crowds fell silence. It rose in growing crescendo as the gentle chimes of bells joined in and the eyes of the crowds were drawn to the illuminated stage. And there he stood, lit up by the pyre behind him, giving him a halo of the hearth or the wrath of hell, depending on how the light hit him. He was a lone figure standing tall; eyes shut and back towards the pyre, tall and undisturbed by all that occurred around him; bare-chested but unafraid, loose fitting trousers that rustled softly in the wind. Completely still he stood, a statue just like the statues of the gods to whom he would be preforming the dance of, great creatures that once roamed far and wide that controlled fire itself, wild and untameable. Steadying his breathing, keeping his eyes shut until the heavy sound of a gong vibrated through the air, silencing the other instruments and signalling the start, this was his time, where his practise and lineage would have to pay off.

His eyes snapped open, crystal blue gleams in the darkness, a stark contrast to the dark reeds and oranges of the stage, then letting out a slow breath he extended one arm to the side, smoothly and gracefully, fingers relaxed, palms facing up, the movement so gentle that it did not even cause a whisper through the air. His head lulled gently forward then turning to look towards his extended hand, eyes half lidded, his foot swept to the side then back behind him, a rustle of movement as his loose fitting clothes followed the fluid movement. He paused in the graceful lunge like position, waiting as the energy began to build up behind him and then the fire also grew, climbing up into the sky. The next few movements came faster, in quick succession, twists and turns twirling into magical shapes, almost resembling a rose opening. The fire echoed the movement, following the boy closely, for this, was a Dance for The Dragons.

[Midnightkitkat]

Prompt Five

Erebus and Janus may not have had the best beginnings but looking back on their life now they wouldn't change a thing.
Meeting the tiny bundles of fur that they would watch grow and thrive was one of the best moments of their lives.
(Denki belongs to iceypopCS)

[iBrevity]

"Tell me about one of the best days of your kalon's life."
|| Hecuba || Clytemnestra ||


As per Mikennan traditions, there was a pyre lit at the king's funeral.

It generated immense heat, enough to drive back the lesser nobles after a few uncomfortable minutes, enough to ensure even his trusted council retreated after a half hour. Hecuba marked a tall figure at the cliff's edge, the fire limning the edges of her silhouette, lending color to the washed out black of her mourning attire.

At her side stood Clytemnestra, the old king's one and only heir. Clytemnestra was barely four and looked at the fire with little significance, her face dry of tears. Even if she had understood that her father was well and truly dead she had scarcely known him; and so she knew only that her mother was unusually somber, and that they were meant to stand here until the fire burned out.

She tugged a little on her mom's hand, enough to gather a look from Hecuba, and whispered, "Why isn't anyone standing with us, mama?'

Hecuba smiled. Although it had been some time since she'd carried Clytemnestra anywhere she knelt to gather the girl into her arms and lifted her. She braced a sturdy arm across Cly's back and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"It's a secret, honey," she said. "I promise I'll tell you when you're older."

Clytemnestra wrinkled her face at that, for like many children she despised being told such things; but when Hecuba only smiled indulgently she sighed and nodded. She rested her chin on her mother's shoulder and from her new vantage point studied the distant council, who stood together in a cluster with their heads together. They looked to be arguing, though the wind from the fire snatched away their hissed words.

She wondered idly what her mother had meant, when she'd said it was a secret. Hecuba had been married to the Mikennan king for five years, and had never made her unhappiness with him a secret. Clytemnestra had seen many fights as an infant, before Hecuba had leveraged her away from her father and sequestered the both of them in the queen's private chambers. Cly had never known anything different, and so did not suspect that this was an unusual childhood.

But had she been able to hear the council better, she perhaps would have understood what her mother had meant. The king had been found only that morning, tucked away in bed and dead for hours; and Hecuba had urged for a quick funeral, so that everyone might lay their sorrows to peace.

The council knew that Hecuba had hated the king, and they knew a little of what sort of man he had been; and when the doctor who pronounced him dead dawdled a moment too long on his strange discolored tongue and swollen eyes, they'd known something else. Poison was a woman's tool, they'd muttered, a guarantee for a swift and painful death. With the king dead Hecuba was queen; and with Clytemnestra being only four, there was no one else to vie for the throne.

They knew what Hecuba had done. They knew that, standing beside the fire with her daughter, she smiled smugly into the flame. She watched her husband's body consumed and felt only a great joy, a burden lifted from her. Clytemnestra would never shrink from her father's striking hand, as Hecuba had; she would never hear the terrible things he had swore to her mother.

Hecuba smoothed a hand back over Clytemnestra's hair and roused her from her dozing thoughts. The fire had gone to winking ashes as she'd watched the council, and the wind ushered the last smoldering bits to black.

"We will sleep in the king's chambers tonight," she said, smiling. "Tomorrow morning I will have the crown. Do you know what you will have, when you are old enough for it?"

Clytemnestra mutely shook her head.

Hecuba kissed her forehead this time, said softly against her hair, "The throne, darling. Your father cannot stop us now."

[womp womp]

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The little girl with the fiery orange eyes. The young boy with the hopefully blue eyes. Melon remember the time when she first laid eyes on her two children, when they were small and helpless. Their demanding wails and common cries. The unconditional love that Melon immediately gave to them. Amber and Poseidon. The day the two were born was nothing but joy. Their personalities were already so distinct; Poseidon gave off a tough demeanor, yet he truly had a soft spot. Amber was bold, yet she'd always take a feisty turn. Melon could almost create a vivid image in her head of when they were born. Two little bundles of joy, and Riptide hurried into the room to see them. It was an instant connection between parent and child. A special one that was unable to be recreated. A memory that Melon love. And the day she found most special.

[ 151 words -- oOf super sorry y ikes ]

[Takk]

Prompt 5

It might be old news by now, but that doesn't change how she feels. The best day of Allariia's life wasn't when she bought her first shop, it wasn't when she crafted her first spell... Even learning to love her mother couldn't compare to the birth of her very own kits. Allariia had been stubborn her whole life, never really known what it's like to love before her two kits were born.
Her life had been a struggle, her sister becoming an assassin and her mother Ivvy having a heart condition that rendered her weak most of the time growing up. Then there was Cleo, her other mom that was much more bold and would some days leave them to do whatever; a thief no less. Most days she struggled trying to fit into her own family before deciding she was best away from home and locking herself away emotionally. But everything seemed to melt when she saw the faces of her newborn kits.
Ajax reminded her of Ivvy, soft and with his unusual green fur she'd also gotten from her mother while Orca looked more like her father. However, she couldn't look away from the tail that clearly looked like a mess of Cleo's. Even after taking them home and raising them, the two joys of her life brought her closer to her family as well. Ajax clicked so well with Cleo, it was hard for Allariia to harbor harsh feelings towards her when they were together.
The moment she learned to love to forgive... It was the best day of her life and also the most meaningful.

[Amberlilli]

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Dᴀʏ 05: Tʜᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ
Tell me about one of the best days of your kalon's life.
jess
[163 words]
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"Happy birthday Jess!" Cried out her family, passing her the largest box on the pile. Young Jess seized the box with greedy paws, tearing open the colorful wrapping paper excitedly as she giggled with glee. Her family chucked at the young kal, watching her expectantly for the moment of realization. She had already unwrapped a case and a music stand, but the oblivious kalon seemed to fly right past them. Jess gently shook the box, hearing a note plucked from the inside. Her jaw dropped and she stared up at her parents with wide eyes. At their nod, she ripped open the box with an urgent speed and tore the guitar out from inside. Jess gripped it in her arms as she felt tears dribbling down her face, sobbing thank yous through them. Jess tore upstairs with the instrument in her arms, not before hugging everyone furiously, and played with unsteady hands and numb fingers until she couldn't feel them any longer.

[mackstarr]

PROMPT #5
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[ Ivieri walks on the beach at night, surrounded by fireflies. ]

[MelMellyMel]

Prompt 5 - Jax

The squeals of young kits rang through the park. The adults quietly mingled among themselves as their children chased each other, already having given up trying to get them to stand still. In contrast, the teenagers had their eyes glued to their phones, waiting for the show to start. Jax nervously twiddled his thumbs as he looked out into the large crowd. To most, the amount of Kalons gathered was hardly any, but considering how small the town was the turn out was really good.

"Don't be nervous," a voice from behind him said. Jax turned around to see the smiling face of his dad looking down at him. He held out his guitar toward him, and he gratefully took it from his paws.

"I can't help it, Pops. Half the town is here."

"So, pretend that the only Kalon listening to us play is Dad. You always play well when it's for him," as he said that, a Kalon came up and whispered something into his ear, "looks like we're on, champ!"

Jax tightened the grip he had on his guitar as he and his dad stepped out onto the makeshift stage that was set up in the center of the small park. In a moment's time every Kalon's attention was on them. The hushed mumbles of the adults, and the screams of the kits quieted down. Jax nervously looked around. He recognized every Kalon there. The elderly lady that would babysit him as a kit. The tiny kit still swaddled in its mother's arms that had been the newest addition to the town only a couple months ago. His current teacher at school. He knew these Kalons. There was no reason for him to be nervous.

His dad started, playing the first few chords to the song that they'd practiced hundreds of times. It started off slow, picking up little by little. The soft airy notes carrying through the crowd, causing a few Kalons to start swaying to the tune. As the music picked up, so did the crowd's dancing. Within seconds the subtle swaying turned into movements that could barely be described as dancing, but all that mattered was that everyone was having fun. The adults, the teens, and the kits alike were getting into the music, and dancing together.

Soon his dad was wildly plucking the guitar's strings, reaching the crescendo of his part. As it came, Jax joined in slightly slowing the pace of the song. He rhythmically strummed, trying to focus on playing well. Even so, every time he missed a note, or a note fell flat because he hadn't held the string down hard enough, the crowd didn't seem to notice. They continued to dance, and Jax and his dad continued to play.

"Jax!" a voice shouted from the crowd, nearly causing him to falter in his playing. Jax quickly scanned the crowd trying to find the source of the shouting. He found it when he noticed a paw waving from somewhere in the center of the crowd. Jax beamed as he realized who it was. His other dad had shown up to watch them play. With renewed confidence, he threw himself back wholly into his strumming.

In Jax's eyes, there was nothing that could ever ruin this moment for him.

I wish I had more time to make this better, but I really don't, ahhh.

[Anza]

Day 5
The best day of Zia’s life would have to be the day she met Casey at the airport. She had a life full of hardships but also incredible joy (as she was abandoned by her parents when she was a child but she became a flight attendant and got to travel the world). Her life was going well for her but she still felt like she was missing something important. That important thing was love, something she discovered in Casey who arrived at the airport desiring to travel but unsure of himself about it. After talking to him, convincing him to travel, and getting to know him on the plane that day she knew that she had found the love of her life. It was a special day for her and the greatest day of her life! (She frequently annoys her children by telling them of this day in detail!)

[Madziu]

Day 5
Tell me about one of the best days of your kalon's life.
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Best day in Rika's life? When she met her children for the first time.

(Linked due to size.)