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[QueenNyra]

username; QueenNyra || link to kalon; ♥ || name; Jade || gender; Female

We live, we breathe, we die

I always felt like this world was twisted.
I saw the truth behind everyone's eyes, i saw their hopes, dreams and fears.
They never seemed to notice how blind they were, how they missed every chance to save this world,
to make this a better place.
In the beginning i tried to show them what i saw i told them what they needed and what they wanted
but nobody was listening to me or nobody wanted to listen to me.

We feed, we burn, we lie

Once i see a persons soul i know what they desire the most and how they can achieve their dreams
but i realized that knowing the path of success wasn't always the best.
If you don't work for your dreams they won't come true and if they do things will always turn against you.
Nothing comes for free. Work for it but never stop dreaming cause if you do you never know what you are able to do.

relationships
Aranea
Jades best friend.
They help each other fight the darkness inside them and tend to never stray from each other. She is the only one to understand the burden that Jades power has granted on her and is always there to comfort her.


English is not my native language please excuse comma mistakes <3

[theexileofkiem]

u s e r n a m e;
theexileofkiem

l i n k t o k a l o n;
Alucard

n a m e;
Cu'sith Alucard Wolfbauer

g e n d e r;
Male

[2238/3000]

Twisted

My mother she told me dont get in trouble
My father he told me he knew I would
My brothers they told me don't give a damn
My sister she told me to do something good
Im uncontrollable emotional
Chaotically proportional
Im visceral reloadable

Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world
And the seven seas
Everybodys looking for something
some of them want to use you
some of them want to be used by you

Dark and dreary, Cu'sith's favorite weather. It was night, the sky was covered in thick clouds, the thunder rolled and rain drops clashed on every surface they met. Rain called to him and the kalon went for a stroll in the storm. It was merely seconds before his fur was soaked through. The rain was warm. When the drops hit him, they made a slight thudding sound. He waltzed around in the heavy precipitation. Lightning flashed high up in the clouds, a thunder crack echoed down to earth. Cu'sith wasn't afraid of the lightning and merely continued enjoying the downpour. Water had flooded the street he was on but he trudged through, despite any creatures that might be swimming about. The biggest worry were snakes or crawdads but neither typically bothered you unless you bothered them. Everything but Cu'sith was seeking shelter from the storm, anyways.

He looked towards the sky, and even through the shield of constant rain drops he could see the clouds. They glowed shades of blue from time to time, due to the lighting. It was so high up though that almost no thunder reached the kals ears. But then, a startlingly loud thunderclap hit right above the kal, straight up in the sky. Cu'sith was alarmed, but didn't budge. He was less afraid of the noise than he was of the pattern the lighting had lit up the clouds in. A giant cackling face appeared in the sky. It stayed there longer than a normal flickering bolt of lightning would. He fled back to his home as he knew what this meant.

A piercing shriek filled the air. Then two more just like it came shortly after. He was here. Cu'sith didn't like what came next. It was never good. He had only seen the creature a few times but mostly what he knew of it was through legends. A black, mostly skeletal, wolf--the size of a large horse, had appeared. The beast of legend shared it's name with the kalon. They were connected, and it plagued him. The omen of death, this wolf-like creature drug souls from the living world back to its den of the dead. He never understood why his parents named him after the dreaded beast.

Someone he knew was about to die. Not by strange wolf's doing, it was just simply their time to go. But still, knowing that something terrible is about to happen that can't be helped never leaves one feeling happy and guilt free. Perhaps he could do something? Is there truly a way to stop death itself? Would stopping the hound prolong someone's life? He wasn't sure, but he wanted to try. No one else ever had. Cu'sith emerged from his home, stepping back into the rain. The air indoors had felt painfully cold on his soaked self, so stepping back outside felt immediately more comfortable.



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He screamed at the omen of death but it paid him no mind. Creeping down the street through the flooded road the creature kept on its path. It seemed to enjoy the rain as much as Cu'sith did. He didn't know how he gathered that but he figured perhaps he and the creature shared some things in common. Realizing his thoughts had wandered, Cu'sith brought himself back. "Leave!" He yelled, as lightning flashed. Once again the creature didn't so much as glance in his direction. He approached the being, hoping he could stop it one way or another. Only as he got frightfully near the beast did it finally look at him. It gazed deeply into Cu'sith's eyes, striking fear into the kalon's heart. The creature spoke no words but still managed to communicate with exceptional clarity that it held no negative feelings towards it's target and was merely here to guide and protect a soul on it's journey to the afterlife. It was doing it's job. Nothing more, nothing less.

The kalon could do no more than stare on as the large beast walked away, towards it's target. It seemed to fade into the darkness itself as it vanished. Moments later some screams emanated from the direction the creature had exited the scene in. Cu'sith ran. He reached the house the scream had come from, he exploded through the entryway. The creature had claimed the soul it had come for, leaving the deceased's family in shambles. The terrified family members did nothing but scream until the large dog fled. It went as slowly and elegantly creepy as it had come. Once it left with the soul, everyone remained in their positions for a while before making a single sound. Then, out of the blue, one of the family members raised their voice and shouted at Cu'sith. "This was all you're doing! We saw you speaking to that monstrosity outside in the pouring rain! You told it to come here!" Cu'sith was horrified that they thought he had wanted this to happen. Never in a million years would he wish for this. Stunned, he said nothing. The one who had shouted at Cu'sith only mere seconds ago picked up a random household object and threw it as hard as they could at Cu'sith. He yelped and ducked before fleeing the house without a second thought.

Back into the rain.

Everyday is Halloween

Well I live with snakes and lizards
And other things that go bump in the night
Cause to me everyday is Halloween
I have given up hiding and started to fight
I have started to fight
Well any time any place anywhere that I go
All the people seem to stop and stare
They say why are you dressed like its Halloween
You look so absurd you look so obscene
Why cant they see theyre just like me
Its the same its the same in the whole wide world

The next day rolled around. It was still fairly flooded outside. The storm may have been over but the sky was still soft and grey, overcast. Light shone into the clouds and looked almost like silvery snakes weaving through them. However, no sun broke through the thick blanket of grey, it was trapped inside the barrier of dense clouds. Cu'sith's head had been abuzz with rampant nightmares and therefore, didn't get any sleep. All of his thoughts were occupied by the events of the previous night. He moved a few things around the house, picking up and just sort of...fidgeting. The world felt cold to the kalon. Like all the joy and warmth had left along with the nightmarish hound from the night before.

Cu'sith's ears perked up. He heard the subtle mumbling of kalons outside. Like a garbled buzz of insects. He had hoped they were just going about their day. Sure enough, when he peaked through a window most everyone seemed to be going about business as usual. Cu'sith breathed a sigh of relief. But then he noticed family members of the deceased kalon from last night. He held his breath yet again. They were, understandably, grieving. But even they were still just walking about, most likely preparing for the funeral. He saw them speak to someone, and then he saw them pointing to his house. He shivered. A few kalons looked his way. Their faces were full of disgust and anger. He sat inside his home, watching, observing. Crying.

Cu'sith had remained in the dark of his abode for many hours, hiding from the world. He then realized as his stomach growled that he would have to go find some food to eat as he had nothing at home. Dreading the thought of facing kalons who thought him to be a murderer, more or less, he could feel the acid rising in his stomach. It made him ill. He managed to compose himself. If he didn't look guilty then maybe the townspeople would't blame him for something he didn't do? He crept out of his house and stumbled to a place where he could get some food. He didn't need to look around to know that all eyes were on him. It felt like a million hot coals being placed on his skin. Cu'sith quickly grabbed food, enough for the next couple days. He quickly payed the store clerk and then left. Kalons were still watching him and he even heard a few mention his name in hushed conversations. Cu'sith returned to his hovel, hoping and wishing that everyone could forgive, forget, or ask for the truth.

Witch Hunt

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand

The next few days passed by painfully slow. Like nearly-frozen molasses. All Cu'sith could do was sit by, removed form the world. He had thought that maybe if he hid away then maybe everyone could at least relax about the whole situation, enough to where he could talk to them and tell them what happened. He went outside once or twice to get something or to feel the sun on his face.
Unfortunately, things were actually getting worse. Kalons would now avoid walking close to his home and they wouldn't even look in his general direction. It's as if they were terrified of him. Well, they were indeed, terrified. Cu'sith couldn't really blame them either. If he had seen someone talking to the beast he might have also assumed that they had ill-intentions.


Cu'sith stepped outside to get some fresh air. He heard some kalons yelling at him but payed them no mind even though it felt like being stabbed. He took a deep breath and went for a short walk. More yelling. He decided to cut his walk short and return home. Ostracized and alone, all of this was really starting to get to Cu'sith. He hadn't been one to socialize frequently before but he would say hello to kals and they could look at him without their stomachs and faces twisting.

He sat inside for the remainder of the day. It had grown quiet. The light had faded from the world and it was now night. Crickets chirruped softly. It had been sunny or partially overcast the past few days following the storm, but tonight a heavy fog had rolled in. If you stepped outside you wouldn't be able to see a foot in front of your own face. Cu'sith finally felt safe from the unforgiving gaze of the town. He went about his business inside his home and eventually, he went to sleep. Cu'sith had no dreams that night, only darkness, which he didn't mind. It was better than sleep fraught with nightmares. He woke abruptly to the sound of a loud banging at his door. Grabbing a make-shift weapon and a few other things, he walked slowly to the loud banging. He approached the door cautiously.

Upon opening the door, he saw a mob of townsfolk. They informed him that they wanted him to leave the town but when he didn't agree immediately, they grabbed him. Cu'sith's sub-par weapon fell but he still held some of the smaller items he had picked up. There was shouting and everything was a blurred torrent of anger and fear. They were taking him somewhere. He feared for his life and tried desperately to escape the grasp of the kalons who held on to him. Their grip's were like that of a vice. Yet still, he tossed and turned and flailed. Then, he felt someone's grip loosen ever so slightly. He immediately took advantage. He swung himself around and threw all his weight towards the ground. This maneuver bought him his freedom and possibly even his life. All holds on him had been broken away from. Without a second thought, he ran. He could hear the mob behind him the entire time but they got quieter and quieter until eventually he could no longer hear them. Still, he kept running.

Collapsing from exhaustion, Cu'sith finally realized he was deep in the forest. Farther than he or anyone else had ever been. Maybe here, he was safe from the mob? He crawled under a bush just in case, shortly before passing out.

Cu'sith awoke to sunlight reaching through the thinned fog. There were birds singing the most beautiful songs he had ever heard. He crawled out from under the bush and stared around his surroundings. This forest looked completely different than the one that surrounded his old town. He was in awe. There was a waterfall nearby and a crystal clear river. There even seemed to be some berry bushes and quite a few game animals. He breathed in the air, relaxing. Peaceful. Secure. This was home now.

And somewhere, somehow, he could feel two large, blue, glowing eyes watching him. Yet, because of this, he knew he was safe.


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Night Mist
(long song, don't feel obligated to listen to all of it)

Side Note: The story doesn't have an obvious time period
because I wanted to leave it up to the reader's imagination--to be honest
I see this in kind of a medieval setting. But since humanitie's (reflected by kalons) behavior has
more or less been the same since the beginning, I also wanted to
demonstrate that by leaving it up to the reader's imagination.

It's also could illustrate the search for oneself, being outcast for who you really are,
but knowing where to run and where to call home. This story really just is whatever you get out of it.
Pardon my writing, I hope you at least got some enjoyment out of it.<3

All art was done by me

[justamindset]

username; DragonOFEmber
link to kalon; silas
name; Darga
gender; Female
three extras max:
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WIP

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fallen angel - SVRCINA
red, monster, battle cry - beth crowley
beekeeper - keaton henson
wolf in sheep's clothing - set it off
breath of life - florence & the machine
seven devils - florence & the machine
which witch - florence & the machine
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xxxFor as long as she could remember, everyone had been saying that the world was dead and gone, and all of them were right. It had been gone and destroyed for so long, that now all that remained was a crumbling place of darkness and deceit, a mere pitiful shadow of the lush and thriving green it had once been. It was gone, and it was never coming back, not unless some miracle suddenly changed all the earth around them. The world it had been was finished, defunct; forever gone, and they were left with it's ruined pieces, pieces they hadn't even begun to pick up, at least not in this part of the broken world.
xxxThe buildings still hadn't been finished after all these many years; they were all ramshackle messes that had once been filled with intent to be completed, until the kalons had become used to the unfinished look of them, and gave up on the hope to improve them and rebuild what had been lost, gave up the chance they had to fix this awful mess. Now things here were beyond repair, beyond saving, an even more broken heap on top of the pile of an already dilapidated and ruined place. All of it was a gigantic mess, a horrible mess of something that could never get better, a mess especially prevalent in her current location, a shabby bar she was sure she was too young to be in, or at least she would be if anyone here cared about the rules. Rules were something that had been discarded long ago, and forgotten by so many in the formerly magnificent city that was now a skeevy, sordid, tumbledown town known as Beggar's End. The name would have been fitting if it weren't for the fact that no one was a beggar here; everyone took what they wanted with no regard for another, no one trusted their neighbor, their brother, and anyone who had some semblance of a heart was cut down quicker than a blink, and anyone with morals was corrupted within the week. It was an awful place, and it only made sense that this was the place the unscrupulous and twisted spymaster called home, and the place where she had without knowing, sold her soul to whom she'd without a second thought, label the devil, a soul who at first had seemed charming and kind, but turned out to have a rotted heart blacker than the darkest nights.
xxxIt was so long ago that she had once been free, once been innocent, once been able to remember how to feel, and in truth, so long ago that she could barely remember the times, though no matter how many years ago that was, she knew she would never forget the day she had lost that all, lost everything she had ever had, lost all that she had left.

xxxRain poured down all around her, and she gave an involuntary shiver as she walked through the street of an unfamiliar town. A sign read "Be g r's En", but the letters were too faded for her too properly make out, and it was also too dark to really see. She gave a soft sigh that came out as a little whimper and continued walking, her head down and her tail between her legs in an attempt to stay at least a little dry. Staying dry was hopeless though, she knew that; she was already soaked to the bone, and the droplets of water that hit her horns with a silent splatter eventually ran down the sides of her face, occasionally getting in her eyes and making her bleary eyed and completely covered in rain. She wished she was back with her parents, wished that they weren't gone forever, that they were still here at her side. She was tired too, oh so tired, and she wished she could lay down on a soft bed again and sleep in it's comfort, but she couldn't, that wasn't an option anymore, and she didn't know if she'd ever get to feel that precious luxury again. All the lights in the buildings around her were dimmed and turned out, and the rain seemed to pour even harder when the only light she saw flickered out for the night. She tried to walk faster, to go toward it in hopes it wouldn't be too late to ask to share that roof for the night, but she couldn't push herself to go any faster, she couldn't even move. Rini felt herself fall, all four of her paws losing their balance and causing her to collapse with a splash in the mud. If the circumstances had been different, she was sure she would have found that sound very funny. She tried to pull herself up, but she couldn't, she couldn't no matter how hard she tried. Her limbs refused to move, and protested against every movement she wished for them to make. Her heart sank. What could she do? Why couldn't she move? She wanted to cry, but no tears would come out. She wanted her parents to come and comfort her, tell her that it was alright and that this was just some horrible dream she'd never have to face again, but they were no longer around to do that. She whimpered again, and that's when she heard the sound of a door slowly, and quietly closing in the distance. She used what was left of her energy to force herself too look up, and she saw a kalon walking toward her- though they didn't seem to notice she was there. They walked with an elegant gait, an air of authority so few seemed to possess, and something about him seemed too proper for this part of the earth, too important for such a shabby town. She continued to watch them with tired eyes, her heart hammering in her chest, thundering like the rain. They seemed to finally notice her when they were a mere few inches away, and she wasn't sure what the word for the look that crossed their-his face was when they noticed her pitiful form beneath them.
xxx"What do people call you?" His voice was like a purr, and smoother than silk.
xxx"R-Rini." Her voice was weak and soft, barely audible against the pounding of the rain, and she wished she could have mustered up something stronger.
xxx"Can you walk?" He sounded concerned, but there was something different about it, something that sounded fake, or like he was forming a new plot within his mind, but she was too tired to comprehend any of it.
xxxShe hesitantly shook her head.
xxx"Do you have somewhere to go? A home? A family? Or are you an orphan, a lost?" He seemed almost irritated now, like she was a bother, a little flea that specked his perfectly white and clean table cloth, but she didn't think much on that either.
xxx"I don't have anywhere." Rini searched his face, but it was emotionless, unchanging, a perfect mask.
xxxHe paused for a moment, considering his options, before letting out a sigh and bending over to help push her with his snout. He seemed somewhat disgusted that he had to dirty his pristine clothes and carefully combed pelt, but all signs of it quickly flickered away. "Very well then, you shall come with me. You need a place to stay, and I, well, I need an... a.. an assistant of sorts, and I believe you will do. We can shake on it tomorrow, unless of course you'd rather I leave you crumpled in the dirt?"
xxxRini gave a nod, and the next thing she knew, she had woken up on the silkiest pillow she had ever felt, with her fur cleaner than it had been in a long while. She pulled herself up, her head pounding, and looked around. She was in an abandoned church, or at least, she assumed that's what it was, and she had to squint through the darkness to make out the things around her. Why weren't there any lights? The only lights there were were the glow of her paws. It looked as if she were next to a throne of sorts, a lavish chair far larger than an average sized kalon, and raised to tower above even the tallest of her kind, and when she looked up, she noticed that the ceiling had places filled with stained glass of the colors red and purple, colors that cast a rather odd mixture of hues across the very dim room, and she assumed the odd attempt at windows were the only things keeping this building falling into total darkness. Everything looked as if it had originally been made to be temporary, but then was reinforced as permanent, like they simply didn't care to finish it. Was this the strangers home? Would this be where she stayed from now on? The sound of someone clearing their throat caused her to jump and spin around to face the sound, and her eyes widened when she saw the stranger. How long had he been there? He was standing as elegantly as he walked, with a tray of food she assumed to be for her sitting at his feet. He beckoned her over with a swish of his tail and she quickly scrambled over to him, and she felt heat rise to her cheeks as she nearly tripped over her own feet and fell right into the food.
xxx"Eat, and we shall talk." The stranger sat, curling his tail gracefully around his paws. She quickly dug in.
xxx"So, in exchange for allowing you to stay here, do you agree to give me the help I am needing? Do you agree to assisting me with the work in my job I cannot complete myself?"
xxxShe paused mid-chew when he finished, surprised he had gotten to this so quickly. Something within her told her to say no, to decline and run, but how could she not say yes to him? He was offering her a place to sleep, and a meal each day, how could she refuse? She nodded as she swallowed. Uncertainty instantly washed over her the second she saw a devious grin pull at the corners of her lips. He reached out a pristine paw, and she hesitantly placed her own on top, beginning to doubt if this was the right thing to do, but now it was too late too reconsider, she was trapped. She had shaken the devil's hand, and everyone said that when you make a deal with the devil, you're stuck in it forever, and that was the moment where everything had changed, where she had lost it all.

xxxNot long after, she had learned that his name was Valentyn, and that he worked as a spymaster and an overseer for The Nine that ruled this part of their broken realm while they resided in a luxurious palace, drowning in riches and freedom from any sort of discomfort and pain while they took care of matters that were too important for Valentyn to take care of himself. It wasn't too long after that he had begun to teach her things, and it took even less time for him to give her a different name, to start calling her 'Rin' instead of 'Rini'. He said it suited her better, that she better fit a name that was as dignified as him, and she so wished she had seen the warning sign and escaped then before it was far too late. He continued to teach her things after, but they were different things than before, things no kit, and not even most adults, would ever really need to know. He taught her how to move without a sound, how to stay hidden in the shadows, how to blend in, how to maintain a perfect mask of neutrality without a single crack, how to not feel a thing, and when he was sure she no longer knew how to resist, he taught her how to kill and feel nothing, how to kill without a thought for the lives she had taken, how to be the perfect little assassin he could send out to kill anyone who challenged his authority, or the rule of The Nine, to kill anyone who proved a threat. She had become his pet, a dog to do as he told and sit loyally at his side beside the throne on the silky pillow she had woken up on so long ago.

xxxHer eyes quickly flickered to the source of the screeching sound of a chair being scraped against the floor as someone pushed it back, all her thoughts quickly halting. It was her target, he was finally on the move. Without a sound she stood, standing up from the pillow she had been sitting on in the far back corner, and swiftly followed him out of the tavern, her dark cloak concealing her from the drunken notice of those within the tavern, and keeping her hidden from her target's sight when she entered the outside bathed in night's black. The entrance she had emerged from was well hidden, noticed only by those who already knew it, so she doubted that anyone would notice where she had just come from and follow her. Anyone inside was too drunk to care, and unless they had a well trained eye, no one outside would be able to distinguish her from the shadows.
xxxShe watched as her target turned down an alley way not far off, and she followed silently with a tilted head. She had been watching him for awhile, waiting for the perfect time to strike, and this was not where his home was. She saw a faint light coming from a well concealed hole in the back, a light that disappeared after her target had gone through. She waited a moment, and then followed, now curious as to what this was. Was it another secret bar like the one they had just come from? She nosed the entrance open an inch, just wide enough to pear through, and felt herself freeze when she saw what was inside. There was a kit, a kit that had the same soft green pelt as her target. Her target was a father? He had a child? Both of them looked thin, and she saw the look of disappointment on the kit's face when she saw that her father had nothing for her. He seemed to be holding back tears before he put on a brave face, and consoled the kit with a gentle nuzzle and soft words she couldn't quite make out. She saw a tear begin to form at the corner of the kit's eyes, but before they could fall her target pushed them away. Suddenly, she got an image of her own father doing the same thing to her when she was very small and had tripped on a stone and hurt her paw. She fell backward with a gasp, her heart beginning to race, and her eyes widened. For the first time in so long she had actually felt something, and for the first time in so long, she began to think for herself, to question Valentyn's orders. How could she kill her target now? How could she leave that poor little kit alone? How could she rip her target's daughter from her family in the same way her own had been taken from her? What sort of monster had she become? She let out a choked breath. A kit had never been involved before, it had always been heartless criminals, never before a father that couldn't pay his taxes and stole from the treasury to provide for his daughter. He wasn't the thief she had been told he was. She couldn't kill a father, she wouldn't. In a flash she spun around, her cloak whipping behind her and her hood falling away from the speed at which she ran back to the abandoned church.

xxx"Is it done?" Valentyn's disinterested voice- still as smooth as a purr- rang throughout the room as soon as she burst through the doors, his eyes cast downward at his manicured claws.
xxx"I won't kill him, he has a child!"
xxx"What?" He snarled, suddenly standing from his throne, glaring at her with nothing but venom. It was no surprise he was displeased; this was the first time she hadn't ever done what he had said.
xxx"I said I won't kill him." Rin growled, her eyes giving a dangerous flash.
xxx"You won't? Why now, after all these years do you refuse what I have ordered you to do?" His voice came out in a low growl, and he approached her with his tail angrily swishing. She stayed silent.
xxx"Nothing? I have given you everything and you respond with nothing?" He roared. "Well then, if you won't kill him I suppose I'll have to myself. He has stolen from me and he will pay either by my paws or by yours."
xxx"NO!" Suddenly she was overcome by fear, a feeling so foreign. He gave her a wicked grin. She could not let that kit lose her father, she just couldn't, this world was already cruel enough.
xxxBefore he could react and she could comprehend her own actions, she had gripped her knife in her jaws, pulling it from it's sheath on her front left leg, and she plunged it into his heart. His once confident eyes were now filled with confusion and betrayal, before they flickered out and his lifeless body fell to the ground as she let the knife go. He had trained her to be the perfect little assassin, his own little killer, but he had never thought that is perfect little pet would turn and kill him, and she had, and now she needed to leave before it was ever found out, but she couldn't. Her eyes were frozen wide and her paws wouldn't move as tears streamed down. She couldn't believe what she had just done.

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sorry I'm a few minutes after the deadline ahh, I've been really busy and had to take my cat to the vet when I was planning on working on this! I truly hope this isn't an inconvenience or anything ahh, and I also hope it's alright that I combined the three extras of 1000 words each into a story of that much, and again, I am so sorry if it's not!
also, for the playlist, ignore the romance themes in a couple songs, there is absolutely no love in this story, and instead I picked the songs for the deal with the deal with devil/revenge/starting to feel something after forever elements
the gif is also 19 frames, and took many many hours and here's the best frame
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[Cynicat]

I want the little unnamed one that’s red but idk how to link it ?? Idk what any of that code stuff means???

[ultimate writer.]

username; shoto todoroki.
link to kalon; This baby
name; Trinity
gender; Female[/size]

[beeqlass]

extension maybe ?

also matk

[sashiyaki]

Five days remain!
Finish up your forms, I'll decide whether an extension shall be given or not.

A kalon will not be adopted out if people tried out and didn't give at least 2 extras. Meaning you have to try and win.

[idyll]

username; Alonzo
link to kalon; Victor
name; Mikkel
gender; Male
three extras max (limit of 1000 words per)
3 art pieces max

wip! <3 Will finish soon