kalon name:
Léontine "leo" Raln
kalon gender:
male
what do they do for a living and how does it affect their relationships with others?: (500 words or less)
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kalon name : lillith
kalon gender : female
occupation : gravedigger
word count : (496 / 500)
No one deals well with Death. No one.
No matter who you are, you will face him at some point in your life. Lillith knows this, she embraces this. It's not an easy job, but she took it, because she knew it was a field she could spread her empathy in. It was more than just prettying up corpses and putting them in the ground, it was a much more spiritual experience for her. She despised the tradition of her home country that funerals should be dark and depressing. Lillith very much enjoyed the idea of celebration of life, and practiced this in every facet of her unusual career. It was her job to comfort the mourning, and no one is unnaffected by loss.
Doing her usual rounds, Lillith patrolled through the graveyard, cleaning up the small messes of food and lost items left behind by mourners, sweeping away the debris. She heard a faint weep coming from the direction of the fresher graves, and slowly padded over to see who was here. A lonely looking brown kalon huddled over a new grave, gently sobbing into a bouquet. Lillith approached gently as not to upset her, walking a good distance within eyesight. She wanted to comfort her, not shock her, and she knew exactly how to remedy such situations. She stood in front of her, waiting for her to lift her head, and offered the mourner a shoulder to cry on. Gladly taking the offer, it wasn't too long until she fully erupted into a flood of tears, her mascara dripping into Lillith's fur. Her sadness was so great that even she couldn't help but shed a few tears, and Lillith placed her paw on the poor kal's back to help soothe her. It felt like hours until the waterworks finally dripped away, and
finally she and her were able to share a few words about her loved one.
She told Lillith her name, Wendy, and the two had a lovely conversation about her passed loved one. He was Wendy's cousin, and he had been one of her very close relatives. From her very first memories, he had been there helping her along the way. She shared heartfelt stories about the times they spent together and it was clear that this was affecting her a lot right now. Lillith knew all too well the feeling of loss, and they had shaped her heavily as a person. She told Wendy about the family members she had lost, not in death, but in fear of her and her macabre occupation. It wasn't easy for most people to accept such a horrific revelation as a family member working with death, let alone to bear the burden of it. A few more cries were shared together over mournful memories, before it was finally time to part. The mourner sighed peacefully as she parted, and Lillith felt good for helping someone through a tough time...even if only for a few moments.
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