[mango marmalade,,]

destroyed fragile beauty.

Username: mango marmalade,,
Kalon Name: Impurity. God of Sin.
Kalon Gender: male [he/him, they/them]
God Status: Supports the Head God [main adviser]

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They all said I would fail. They all said it was impossible.
They said that I could never do it. They said I was disgusting.
Immoral. They told me I should go kill myself. But now, they
are dead. So who's laughing now?

I didn't always look like this. I didn't always have this name. Before I became a God, I was a kalon. A female kalon. I had a femenine body, more sleek and graceful versus the heavyset and strong one in my mind. I didn't have wings, was confined to the ground. I couldn't accept myself, didn't know why my brain was throwing all kinds of thoughts at me.
And while I was beating myself up, I was also shunned by society, shunned for my body and how they didn't agree with my thoughts. I knew I should've been born a male, should've been born into a different body. But instead, my soul got mixed up. It chose this, this female body, instead for me. The day that I finally accepted who I was, faced my fears, and told everyone what I thought about myself was the day I became accepted as a High God.
It was a clear Spring day, almost no clouds in the sky except for a few wisps. Tulips were popping up everywhere, and the grass was slowly changing from dry brown to a lush green. However, I didn't notice any of it. I was too nervous to, too focused o trying to stop my hands from shaking. Today was the day that I would tell everybody in my class about my gender. Now, you may be thinking, "But 'coming out' for gender isn't as hi-key. People accept it much more easily then sexuality... Right?"
And sure, that may be the case anywhere else, but at my high school, it was not. Although there was a strict "no bullying" policy, that policy was enforced as well as the dress code. Nobody really cared enough to actually stop and see if they were hurting someone. Anyways, back to the point.
My high school cared about any 'coming out' stories, and not in the kind way. But still, here I was, slowly climbing the cement steps up into the building, working up the nerve to tell my entire class that I was trans-gender.
I focused on my breathing through the entire pinball-esq walk through the hallway. While putting my backpack into my locker, I was also repeating back to myself what I was going to say in a barely audible whisper. And as my shaky legs made their way to first period, I was holding on very tightly to the hardcover book in my hands to not let my sweaty palms lose grasp. Amidst that bored chaos that signaled the start of class, I was sitting straight up at my desk, trying not to throw up.
"HEY! Everybody at their desks NOW!" screamed Mrs. Kandor, smacking her ruler on her desk to create a loud slapping sound. "Let's go people, the bell already rang!"
The class slowly settled down around me, their loud yelling turning into whispers and hushed voices. I looked around with a pounding heart to see if anyone was looking at me funnily, but thankfully it seemed as if to my classmates, I simply didn't exist. The teacher began talking, taking out a piece of chalk and beginning to scratch on the board numbers and symbols. I, however, was not focused on algebra. I was focused on a small notecard in my hand, with warped edges and slightly smudged writing. I knew that everyone online had said to make it small, but there was no way I could prevent myself from choking up or just fainting unless I had something to actually help me remember what I was going to say. [wip]

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As I kneeled before the panel of Gods, I was handed a large scroll. The Speech Giver also had a copy, and he read aloud while I followed along.

"You must be Just.
You must bring Justice.
You must have no Bias.
You must not resort to in-fighting.
You may never Disband from the Gods.
You must not Reveal yourself to a citizen.
You must not Steal powers.
You may Challenge for the Throne.

ideas:
-questions his gender
-thinks that he shouldve been a boy, not a girl
uses male pronouns to himself, femenine pronouns w/ everyone else
-parents tried to be accepting of his gender but they still hated him as a boy
-finally told everyone at his school about what his real gender was
-everyone laughed
-told him he was an idiot
-told him that "girls cant be boys"
-he lashed out in anger/sadness
-seriously injured multiple people
-gods were watching
-he became a god that day
-god of impurities/sins
-magical powers:

• can hypnotize poeple with prolongued eye contact, but it doesn't work if you know his real name
  
• can read someone's emotions [to some extent] if their emotions are extremely strong/focused
• never gets angry [is a power, not a personality trait]

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[dimi.]

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aira

name meaning;;
"of the wind"

gender;;
female

preferred pronouns;;
she, her

age;;
late twenties

occupation;;
flight instructor

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personality;;
aira has a large heart. she is considerate
towards those around her, and thinks before
she speaks. when around others, she will
put their needs before her own, even if
it means putting herself at risk. she is
selfless, and strives to make sure that
everyone is satisfied, including those that
may not be the best individuals, such as
criminals. she doesn't judge anyone
negatively, and only shows a minor disliking
towards kalons who bring others down. she
is soft-spoken, and respectful to those around
her, traits that she picked up on from
her mother Rita.
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Chapter One: Realization
Aira had awoken just minutes prior, sitting up in her bed. Her crimson eyes glanced around the room, a variety of colorful wings strung across her room, paired with wired stars filled with a dull green color of goop, which would glow vibrantly in the dark, a nice sight to look at as one dozed off. The sunlight beamed briefly through a parted window, a cool breeze drifting into the room, pressing against Aira's spine, sending chills down. She then hopped out of bed, and made her way over to her mirror, looking at a variety of sticky notes along it. Some were simple reminders, such as homework due dates, days her friends had play dates, among other things, others were positive messages to get her excited for the day. Today, however, was different.

Her wings swung outward, and flapped rhythmically as she gazed into the mirror, her crimson eyes locked on the pink feathers, which gradually faded into a white at the tip of each individual feather. She briefly smiled, then a puzzled gaze came across her face. She looked at the wings again, then a question popped up in her mind; why was she the only one that she knew of who had wings?! Surely it was more of a normal thing.

In a quietly, but panicked fashion, she swung the door open to her room and darted down the stairs, sliding across the wooden polished floor when she reached the base of the stairs. Her mother, Rita, was shuffling through a drawer, looking for a pen to scribble something down on a piece of paper. When she heard the commotion, she peeked her head around the corner. "Aira? You alright?" She asked, approaching her daughter. Aira leaped up and fluttered upwards so she would be eye level with her mother, tilting her head in curiosity.

"Mama, I got a liiiiittle question. You know the wings that I have? Why am I the only one who has them? Don't others want to fly?!" She asked quickly, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment, as she personally thought the question might seem a little foolish. Yet, her mother put on a happy smile, and rose her paws up, wrapping her arms around Aira to hold her close. Her paw ran along Aira's wing, and Aira let out a small rumble of approval.

"Aira, you see, everyone is just special in their own ways." Her mother then gestured to the horn on her head. "You don't see many kalons with horns, do you? And you don't see many with a mermaid tail like your father. I think your wings are just fine, they're very rare though. Be happy with them." Rita said in an encouraging, yet soft tone.

"Well, thank you mama. But I don't think it's fair that I'm the only one who can fly.." Aira paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up, an excited gasp escaping her. "Mama, I got the perfect idea! What if I become one of those people that teaches other people how to drive planes?" Aira gently slid herself out of her mothers grasp, put her front paws to the left and right, and flew around, her lips blowing a soft raspberry to mimic the motor of a plane. Her mother laughed quietly as Aira landed.

"You can do whatever you want, Aira. Just make sure to stay safe, okay?" Rita asked softly, looking over her child.

"Of course! I know what I gotta do, mama. And you're gonna love it. You'll see, when everyone is able to fly in airplanes, they'll even replace cars!"

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Chapter Two: A Prototype
Aira was in seventh grade, and was determined to become a flight instructor. With the help of the robotics team at her school, she was able to begin crafting a prototype airplane, in order to see how the weight would need to be distributed to hold her and one other person without any complications. It was midnight, and all the lights in the neighborhood were off, except for a dim yellow lamp that shone on Aira's desk. Before her was a large piece of blue construction paper, along with four other pieces surrounding it. On each paper there was a specific piece of the plane drawn, along with various calculations as to how many pounds of material would be needed to craft the piece.

She had a pen in her right hand, filled with fresh ink. She was finishing the drawing of the overall look of the plane, cracking down on even the most simple of details, such as a small signature of hers on each side of the plane in order to prove it was hers. Before she could start teaching others how to fly, she would need to make her own plane, and eventually other types of planes so she could begin teaching peers. She inked the last line, and looked over the illustration, a smile of delight crossing her muzzle. The illustration had been perfect; and in the next month, the plane would be made and crafted by the members of the robotics team, as well as Aira herself.

She placed all the papers in one stack, slid them in a cream colored folder, and rose from her desk, sliding the pen into a cup with various other utensils. She glanced over at the clock, which at this point read as 1:17 AM. The time was absurd, she had never stayed up this late. Her cheeks flushed pink at the thought of how loopy she would be, and she dreaded how much she would embarrass herself the following day. Shaking her head, she pulled the string to the lap and jumped backwards, landing on her bed. She rolled up in her velvet textured blankets, and shut her eyes, quickly dozing off.

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Chapter Three: Almost There
Nearly a month had passed, and the building of the plane was going efficiently, and was due to be done in just a mere two days, hopefully by Friday night for a test flight Saturday morning. The robotics team and Aira had been collaborating for several weeks, and the majority of the team had gone without sleep to bring this project to life. The group was in a separate workshop, a metal shed built by all of the members for other various projects. Inside, in the center, was the plane. The body and wings of the plane were completely built, but not yet painted. Two holes were at the back of the plane, holes drilled into each of them where the large engines would be placed.

Aira wore a pair of goggles that shielded her eyes, along with a couple of others. Each of them, with both of their hands, were holding one of the engines, which was about as large as Aira's torso alone. They walked forward in sync, their feet crossing over one another in a consistent pattern, making sure that the engine wasn't going to slip. It had taken the longest amount of time to construct, after all. They reached the barrel for the engine and slid it in, positioning the engine before Aira crawled in, wiring the engine up efficiently. The wires were thick and sturdy, and she finished with another casing to lock the engine in place, leaving just enough space for the engine to spin in place to gain momentum. Aira then backed up, and looked at the robotics club team leader.

"Alright. You can turn it on, we need to make sure these fans and engines work before we continue." Aira said, her eyes wide anxiously as she stared at the engine. The plane was turned on, and the engine began to spin, a brutal breeze crashing against Aira's chest. She looked at the fan as it rotated, and timed it for ten minutes. It was consistent the entire time, and soon turned off. With the clarification that the engine was going to work, Aira and her team mates repeated the process with the other engine. Once both were confirmed to work, the team cheered out in delight. The last thing they would have to do is implement the seats and paint the plane! But they were going to save that for tomorrow; they needed something to do, after all.

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Chapter Four: The Final Touch.
The robotics team had been given permission to continue work during the school day, each member excused for the first half of the day. The painting of the plane would take a while, but four hours was more than enough time. The team had briefly gone shopping, and with funds provided by the school, purchased several cans of paint, the colors all pastel. They had bought a shade of baby blue, white paint, and some pastel pink paint to finish the touch. This was a plane that Aira was going to use to teach others, and the team wanted to make it the best plane they could for her. They glanced at the clock before they started, all the cans of paint peeled open.

It was 7:49 AM. Classes were about to be in the session. Thirty seconds passed, and a timer buzzed, signalling for the members to start painting. Aira grabbed a roller paint brush, dipped it in the paint, and flew up, soaring down to paint an entire line of the plane. She repeated this process two more times, wanting to make sure the paint was going to stay on for as long as possible. The other members, standing on ladders, focused on painting the top half first, rather than the bottom half. Aira dipped her brush in the paint once more, and rolled along the top, repeating this until the paint shone brightly against the sunlight.

This process took about 2 hours, since twenty people painting allowed for it to go faster than the school would have expected. There was only one final touch to put on the plane. Aira grabbed a smaller paint brush, and dipped it in the pastel paint, writing on the side: AA117

The AA stood for her name, only taking the first and last letter of her name, while 117 was a reference to the exact time she completed the blue prints for this plane. Another cheer overwhelmed the robotics team, and they talked happily as each of them exited the shed. She stopped when she heard someone calling out her name, turning to face Macario, who was running to catch up with her.

"Aira, are you ready for tomorrow? You're gonna fly, without those wings! The school is gonna love it. And man, you picked out some pretty colors to put on your plane." Aira's cheeks flushed pink, and she spoke softly.

"I'm very excited. I've wanted this for a long time, and to think I'm finally getting started on my dream.. I'm really excited." She thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "Macario. You've been with me from the start. I think you should be the first person to fly with me."

Macario looked at Aira, his eyes widening as his jaws parted, holding back a scream of excitement. He bit his tongue gently, and nodded. "I'd love that. Tell you what, let's meet up about thirty minutes before the school opens. We can make sure the airplane is dry, and perhaps you can teach me some controls so I can fly it tomorrow after you." Aira nodded in agreement, and with that, the two parted ways.

Today was Thursday, Aira thought as she walked off. And tomorrow, on Friday morning, before everyone in the school, she was going to fly the plane alongside Macario. What would happen afterwards was unknown; and that alone made her excited.

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Chapter Five: A Test Run
An alarm began to buzz loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls. Aira sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes, waking up instantly. Excitement overwhelmed her. She glanced over at the clock, and saw that it was 4:30 AM. They wouldn't have a lot of time to fly once she got there if she didn't hurry, so she rose up and soared across her bedroom. She grabbed her light blue aviator outfit and a towel, flying into the bathroom. She closed and locked the door behind her, taking her shower as quickly as possible. She stepped out and dried off, getting into her outfit.

She slid the shirt over her head and put on the jacket, both of which had slits in them for her wings. She took one look in the mirror, tucked her hair beneath her helmet, and opened the bedroom door, flying down the stairs. She went into the kitchen, grabbed a sticky note, and wrote on it.

"Off to the big day! Love, Aira." She stuck it to the fridge and ran out the front door.

Once outside, she ran down the driveway and leaped forward, her wings naturally flapping to take her off the ground. She flew quickly, raising upward until she soared above the houses, her wings flapping rapidly. She kept this pace up until she was above the shed where the plane was located. She flew up a bit more, then swung her weight downward, a circle of wind appearing around her as she soared down quickly. At the last second, she flipped over, her feet making contact with the ground to ensure she landed safely. She rose her head up, looking at the closed shed doors, her cheeks flushed pink as she gasped for breath. From behind her, she heard a loud voice.

"Well, you were eager to get here!" Macario said, a grin across his face. He walked past Aira and opened the shed doors, revealing the plane. The paint was dry and a solid coat, ensuring no chipping would occur. Aira audibly gasped, excitement overwhelming her as she bounded up and down. "Macario, I am so excited.." She whispered before running in. She grabbed a nearby ladder and propped it against the side of the plane, flapping her wings so she could reach the door of the plane, opening it for Macario. "Get in. We don't have much time left." By the time both of them had arrived, it was already 5:15 A.M. School would open for entry at 7:00 AM, and they had to be there prior.

With that in mind, Macario climbed up the ladder and hopped in to the pilot seat, Aira making herself comfortable beside him. She shoved the ladder to the side and closed the door, looking over at Macario as he started the plane up. The plane was smooth, not jittering even when it was started. Macario grasped the levers, took a sharp breath inward, and pushed the levers forward, guiding the plane out of the shed.

"Roll it on the ground until you get to the road over there. We have permission to take off from that road." Aira explained to Macario, pointing forward to make sure he went in the right direction.

"Aira, you're too worried. We got this." Macario said in a comforting fashion, his paw playfully ruffling his hair. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she turned back to face the direction the plane was in. The plane slid onto the road, and Aira began to prepared for take off, pressing a sequence of buttons on the passenger side to ensure it was ready to go into flight mode. Macario stepped on the gas, the plane beginning to gain speed as it ran along the road. A rumble sounded beneath them, and soon the plane turned 45 degrees upward, the plane soaring into the air. Squeals of excitement escaped both kalons, the plane barely swerving as the two of them trembled.

"Careful!" Aira said, her warning followed by another squeal and eager laughter. "We're airborne! We did it!" Aira said, swinging her hands up into the air, her hair moved back by the wind that blew past them. "To the school!"

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Chapter Six: The Big Day
After thirty minutes of slow flight, Aira and Macario arrived at the school, landing on a make shift runway, made of wood coated in a smooth layer of cement. Aira and Macario landed on the runway, breathing heavily. The peered over at the clock, and saw that it was 7:00 A.M. They had arrived on time.

All they had to do was wait.

Their plane was hidden out of sight, to be revealed by the two of them flying the plane out and up a nearby ramp. Macario and Aira talked anxiously, their conversation sproatic and full of excitement. These conversations continued until the bell rang for school to begin, and soon students began to flood out, making their way to the bleachers of the football field. Some were chatting excitedly, others just looked bored.

The robotics team had a separate seating altogether, since this was a product they all made together. They sat in one area, glancing around to see Macario and Aira. They would not come out yet. An ear piercing ringing screeched from a nearby microphone, and soon the principal of the school began to speak.

"Hello, students! Today, we're hear to present to you a product that the robotics club has made over the past two months. Aira, co-creator of the robotics club, has stated that she had a dream to allow every kalon here to fly. This is her first test, and now, we would like for you to applaud Aira as she and her friend Macario show you the product through a test flight over the field." The principal turned the microphone off and turned to face the field, eyeing the ramp anxiously.

Aira and Macario, still out of sight, exchanged a couple of words of luck before hugging one another. They laughed, and soon Macario started the plane, steering it forward. The engine revved, and soon the plane moved forward, gradually gaining speed. The plane came into the sight of the people in the bleachers, and a fury of cheering began, the robotics team springing up and cheering for their two friends.

They neared the end of the ramp, and soon the plane was up into the air, spiraling forward for the amusement of the audience. The plane soared upward, and then looped downward, like a large loop on a roller coaster. Macario then swerved the plane to the right, making a circle around the field before he soared upward. Aira clung to her seat, squealing eagerly as she waved to everyone. With one more spiral downward, the plane landed safely in the center of the field, several people in the bleachers springing up to cheer. Aira and Macario stepped out of the plane, presenting it to the audience with out stretched arms. The robotics team ran forward, crowding Aira and Macario, forcing them into a group hug.

The students in the bleachers began to leave after the show, but the robotics team stayed. Aira stayed in the center of the group hug, smiling as she was surrounded by her friends. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and a smile was present on her face.

She, no, they all had done it.
They accomplished her dream; together.

But it was just beginning; Aira was determined to become a flight instructor.

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Username: sapphirelion
Name: Wendy
Gender: female
Age: about 16
Status: Orphan

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Best Kalon Friend: Peter
Age: almost 17
Pet/Best Friend:
Hermes the owl
(pictured below)

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Favorite Quotes:
(from C.S. Lewis)
"We are what we believe we are."

"Friendship is born at that moment
when one person says to another:
What! You too?
I thought I was the only one."

"You can never get a cup of tea
large enough or a book long
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Hobbies:
Learning New Languages
Archery
Rubix Cubes
Reading Fairy Tales

Stress Relievers:
Flying
Tea

Fear:
Losing Those Closest to Her

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Favorite Place on Earth:
A Secluded Beach Known Only To
Wendy, Peter, and Hermes

Why Is This Her Favorite?
This beach is the only place where
Wendy feels comfortable enough to
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Favorite Type of Day
Cool rainy days that come after it was really humid
and just makes you feel like the air is releasing a
sigh of relief. On these days Wendy likes to stay
inside with a warm cup of tea, a good book, and
Hermes her cuddle buddy with the windows open
so she can feel the cool air and hear the drumbeat
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[snowdrake]

it was an ordinary day in your city. work just ended and you were strolling through the crowded streets, thinking about what shop you will visit to buy some food for today. maybe the fish n' chips a few streets further? no, you're not in the mood for that. you could get a nice italian salad at sunny's, but that's too far away. how about a nice huge cup of ice cream? meh, that's too expensive. you keep walking down the street as you think about what you could eat, until suddenly, something bright pink catches your eye. what's this? a new store? you never saw that one before. you look up at the big sign on the top of the house:
"sina's cupcake heaven". huh, sounds interesting. since this little shop was new to you, you decided to eat something there, after all, who could ever say no to some cupcakes?

you walked up to the door and hear a small bell ring as you enter. upon taking your first step into the building you were greeted by a sweet and almost strawberry-like smell. it overwhelmed you a bit at first, but you quickly grew to like it. you took a look around the place and the first thing you noticed is how sweetly it was decorated! left and right from you were two round wood tables, engraved with delicate swirl and strawberry patterns. they are dark in color and almost look like they're made out of chocolate! on top of each of them is a small basket filled with all kinds of biscuits. there are four chairs at each table. their color is the same as the table's and they have white and pink striped cushions on them that look so fluffy that you want to take them home with you. the floor is made of wood which is painted in a soft pastel pink hue and the pearly white walls fit in quite nicely! you look at the small paintings on the walls. each of them is portaying either a cake or an assortment if different cupcakes and you have to admit that you truly admire the obvious care the artist put into them. just as you thought thibgs couldn't get any cuter a small voice breaks you out of your trance. "oh, hello there! I'm sorry to let you wait, I must've overheard the bell." a small kalon was now standing behind the glass counter which is located at the back of the room. "oh, it's not a problem, really!" you respond, walking towards the smiling feline. "this store hasn't been here for a long time yet, did you just open?" you ask, curious to know more about this place. "oh, yes that's true! we just opened last week!" she responds happily "actually, I run this place on my own, so I guess it's better if I say that I opened it last week." you could see her blushing a little while she was shyly scratching the back of her head. now that you finally snapped out of your thoughts you realized that she was actually pretty young, maybe 25 years old at most. "you run this place on your own? that's pretty impressive!" you are amazed at the effort she put into this place "did you do the decorating as well?" "yes, I did all of this myself! I even painted the walls and floor, as well as the pictures all on my own!" she answers proudly. "that's so amazing! I wish I would be so dedicated with my work!" you say, thinking back to the pile of papers you still have to finish till monday. "thank you so much, I really appreciate your compliments!" she says, beaming with joy. you smile back at her "oh! I almost forgot what I was even here for!" you suddenly realized "say, I believe you are selling pastries in this shop. the kalon looks up to you "oh, I'm sorry I tend to get lost in conversations quickly!" she answers "but yes, this shop is a confectionery and we are selling the cutest and most tasty pastries you will ever find! each pastry you can see here is considered to be a piece of art and as such is created by me with the utmost care! just take a look below and tell me if something catches your eye." she answers you, trying to sound as professional as possible. "oh, and feel free to call me sina!" you look down into the glass counter and your eyes widen with awe. how could you possibly have overlooked this? this seems quite literally like cupcake heaven! not only could you see the most different kinds of cupcakes - ranging from strawberry-choc to multi fruit cupcakes - but you could also see the amazing detail she put into designing them: little fondant pandas and kittens that are sitting on top of the cupcake's topping, colored candis sugar that looks like little crystals that grow out of the small pastries, some of them even look like they are sparkling! wait, they actually are sparkling?! "hmmm... sina, these look pretty interesting!" you point on the pile of sparkling cupcakes "how did you make them sparkle?" sina grins at you "that's a secret, but don't worry, there's nothing harmful in them. would you like to buy one? they're really good!" while this made you a little unsure, in all honesty, you agreed to try one of the sparkling cupcakes. after all, what could possibly happen? "alright, I think I will take the purple one." "great, I hope you'll enjoy it!" sina puts the cupcake on a plate and hands it to you. "feel free to take a seat at any of the tables. would you like something to drink? I can offer an assortment of different coffees and hot chocoalte." you make your way to the table located on the left hand side from the door, careful not to let the curious creation on your plate fall. "a mocha coffee would be nice, if that's possible." the kalon shoots over a smile to you "sure thing! I'll bring it right over!" you thank her and take a seat. sina brought you some cutlery, in case you don't want to get your hands full of topping and your mocha coffee got delivered to your table shortly after. with sina watching you, seemingly waiting in anticipation for you to take your first bite, you take a bit of the glittery topping and a bit of the cuocake itself and take a bite. what happened next was incredible: an explosion of all kinds of chocolate-y flavors inside your mouth! how is sina able to do this?! "a-are you okay?" sina asked, obviously worried about the startled look on your face. "o-oh!" you respond with you mouth still filled with cupcake "yes, I'm perfectly fine! I just didn't expect the cupcake to be so... incredibly tasty! sina, how do you even do this?" you saw relief return to her expression "phew, I thought I used to wrong spell..." she whispered. "excuse me? I couldn't quite hear you." you said,  as she was standing away too far from you to be able to clearly hear her "oh, it's nothing, just thinking out loud!" she quickly shrug the topic of. "oh, okay." you replied, still wondering how she's so good at what she's doing.

you finish your cupcake after scratching up as many of the leftover crumbs as possible and bring the plate back to the glass counter. "I'm finished, thank you for the meal!" you tell her. "I hope you enjoyed it!" she smiled at you and took the plate. just as she was about to leave the room and wash the plate you interrupted her "wait, I didn't pay you yet! how much did it cost?" you ask, searching for your wallet inside your pockets. "first time customers are free!" she answers happily. "oh, why that's really nice of you, thank you!" you said as you saw that you don't have a lot of money with you. "alright, I'll be on my way then. have a nice day!" you told her. "okay, I hope you enjoyed your stay!" sina answered as you went out of the store's door.

you will be sure to visit sina and eat some more of her delicious cupcakes every now and then after work!

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as soon as they were gone sina saw two heads pop up from the kitchen. "yo sina, did it go well?" the darker kalon of them asked. "yeah, it went perfect, ammy!" sina was now beaming with joy! the other kalon ran over to her, grabbed her hands and jumped around with her excitedly "sina, you'll be rich in no time if you keep going like this!" she laughed happily. "thank you so much, delani!" sina replied "I wouldn't be where I am today without you guys! you have no idea how much that means to me!" "hey, no worries! y'know, buddies gotta stick together!" ammy told sina. "I guess we'll be going now, though. better not scare off your next customers!" just as ammy wanted to take a step into the door's direction to leave sina interrupted her "actually, I, uuh, wanted to ask you guys something." ammy looked at her "what is it?" "well, you see... considering everything you've done for me so far, you know, picking me up from the street while I was... trying to do bad things. I, umm, wanted to ask you if you'd like to have a paid job at my shop? only if you want to, of course!" ammy's and delani's eyes widened "for real? like, you know that we've never had any job before. we're probably not very good at this whole 'selling cupcakes' thing." ammy answered, truly concerned about wether or not agreeing would be a good thing for sina's reputation. "as I said, you don't have to agree!" sina quickly ansered, fearing to trouble her friends with the feeling od guilt "I just thought it'd be nice for you two to actually earn money. you wouldn't have to steal anymore and you could eventually get your own house... plus running a shop like this can be a bit lonely at times." delani stepoed into the conversation "look, hun. you should really get someone who's more suited for this job. how about you ask rose to take some pictures and make some advertisement posters for you? I'm sure she'll do it for free, too! I'm certain they'll be running your door in once they see that you're hiring helpers!" sina was feeling a bit sad about their decision but she knew her friends were right. "I guess that's true." she said "but you'll have to promise me that you're going to be the models on those posters!" "okay, okay." delani laughed "but you really don't have to worry about us!" ammy replied "you know us! we pretty much own the streets of new 'rania!" "guys, thank you so much again. I seriously owe you one!" sina said as she hugged them both and said good bye "you owe us nothing, shin." delani smiled at her "just stay yourself!" that's the last thing they said before leaving the shop. "I promise you that I'll pay you back one day."

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everything was blurry. the neon lights, barely visible to her anymore. the feeling of the icy rain drenching her fur was slowly fading. at first, she was breathing heavily, unregularly. then, her breaths grew shorter and softer. she relaxed and gave in to the feeling of sleepiness that was overcoming her. she closed her glassy eyes and fell into blackness.

"what is this?" she asked herself. a warm feeling was filling her senses, a feeling that was strangely familiar, but it seemed like she forgot it long ago. "honey, drink this, it'll make you feel better!" a soft and loving voice was speaking to her as she struggled to open her eyes. "granny?" she asked, her voice small and delicate. "granny, is that you?" "why yes, there's no one else living in this house." the elderly kalon laughed softly "GRANNY!" emotions were overcoming her. how is this possible? how could this happen? didn't her grandmother die long ago? she was too confused to realize the searing pain in her head until it kicked it completely. she let out a pained groan and grasped her head in her despair. "sina, calm down! you'll only make it worse!" the lady said, concerned for sina's health. "I was never gone, you mist be imagining things. after all you almost froze to death out there." "froze to death...?" sina asked, but she was quickly interrupted by the other kalon. "here, drink this, it'll warm you up." she gave sina a cup of tea. "isn't this..." "exactly! cranberry tea with half a spoon of honey, just the way you love it!" the elderly kalon smiled at her. "thank you." sina replied, starting to sip on her tea. oh how long has she missed this feeling for? it's... strange. this can't possibly be real. did she...? "am I dead?" sina asked. "dead? no, silly! you just have to open your eyes!" the woman said, her sweet smile never leaving her lips. "open my-?" "YO, WAKE UP ALREADY!" "Gyaaaaaaaah?!" sina's body shot straight up as she was woken up in a rather rough fashion. "jesus! lay back down! you're already way too cold!" a dark kalon who seemed like they couldn't decide on what is best to do in the current situation was trying to push her back onto the mattres. "what? w-where...?" "hush! I'll explain it to you in a secound. you'll have to eat this first." the kalon was holding a spoon and a slightly damaged bowl in her hands. reluctantly, sina decided to just do what the female told her to do. she took the spoon in her mouth and gulped the stuff that she was fed down. "is that... soup?" with a rough voice she managed to ask the kalon "yup! and you better eat it so you'll warm up. delani back there found ya almost dead on the street." sina just now realized that there was a smaller kalon standing behind the one who fed her. "she carried you all the way here while it was raining buckets outside, so you better be thankful!" "u-umm. thanks." sina said to the smal kalon who smiled at her sweetly in response. "what were you even thinking taking a nap outside during this weather? you didn't even try to find cover inside the trash can next to you. new to the streets, ay? oh, by the way, you can call me ammy." the dark kalon spoke. "well, I-" sina's sentence got interupted by a series of rather bad coughs. "oh dear lord, you'll have one hell of a cold." ammy said. "just relax, you can tell us later." she said as she continued feeding sina with more soup. the other kalon was now walking up to the bed sina was laying in. "I'll be staying here and make sure you're okay. please rest up a bit." she said. sina agreed and after finishing her soup, she closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep and well needed slumber.

"mornin' sunshine!" the light that came through the window that just got uncovered by ammy hit sina like a punch to the face. she groaned, clearly not happy with the situation. "oh come on, don't be that guy! after all, you still gotta do some storytellin'!" ammy's face was covered with a wide grin. sina finally gained back enough strenght to sit up a bit and talk "actually, it's a rather long story. I don't want to bore you." delani could clearly see her being uncomfortable and decided to step into the conversation "you know, we don't want to push you to tell us anything. just do so if you feel like you're ready. maybe we can just start with your name?" sina felt relieved that they were giving her the space she needed rihht now. her voice still a little weak, she said "I'm sina." "sina's a nice name!" ammy blurted out. "sooo, you know about the thing with you tellin' us your story. you can take your time. but be aware that you will have us around for at least a few more weeks, you're in a rather bad shape and we don't want ya dyin' out there in the cold." sina looked ammy in the eyes. "you know, it's fine, actually. I'll tell you now, so I don't get anything mixed up." she made a small pause and smiled a smile that was anything but sweet. in fact, it was filled with sheer bitterness and you had to be careful not to be dragged down by it too. she starts talking "my story begins with my grandmother, I guess. I never really had any family besides her. my parents? well, my mom died while giving birth to me and my dad... I don't know for sure. all I've been told was that he was sick and died soon after my mom passed away. the origins of the rest of my family is unknown, to me, at least. anyway, my grandma raised me, she was pretty much like a mother to me. stuff happened and long story short my grandma died." sina's voice started to quiver. "I didn't know what to do. we lost our home to some guys who decided it's a good idea to just rob us of our everything. so the last place I could go were the streets." now tears were rolling down her cheeks and her eyes were filled with so much pain and rage that she just couldn't hold it back anymore. "when you found me, it was actually my first day of being... well, homeless." the was a small silence between the three kalons. ammy heard a lot of sad stories but sina's story kind of hit her hard. it was quite similar to her's. "you know." she said with a now completely serious tone "you can stay with us if you want to." sina looked up at ammy with a slightly shocked gaze "but... you don't even know me. isn't that kind of... dangerous to just let someone live with you when you don't even know them?" "oh dear!" now ammy was back in her normal, rough self "ya sure have a lot to learn if you want to survive on the streets of new 'rania! you, kiddo, I bet you couldn't even hurt a fly. but don't worry, we'll keep you safe!" admittedly, ammy's saracsm did make sina a little upset but she knew that ammy didn't mean any harm towards her. it's a strange feeling, really. she's only barely lived with them for a day or so and she already feels like she know the two kalons for years. staying with them for a while is probably not a bad idea. at least untill she can get back on to her feet and find an own appartment to live in. "alright, I'll stay. but it won't be for ever!" "nice! okay, since ya don't seem to have any clothes other than the ones you're wearing now I'll lend you some of mine till you can get some more." ammy was making her way towards the door "today ya still have to stay in bed so ya don't collapse on me, alright? we'll keep ya company though so it won't get too boring... oh wait! I've actually got an idea! be right back" ammy ran out of the room. sina could her her rummaging around in what appears to be the room next door. there was stuff falling and ammy talking things she couldn't quite understand through the walls to herself. sina shot a confused look towards delani who was just as confused as her. after a while sina heard a loud "AHA! finally found ya!" and in a matter of secounds ammy was back in her room. "okay, so this thing is a little old and maybe a bit broken but it should work just fine!"ammy handed sina a small device "is that...?" "oh yes it is! a game boy color! this should help you kill some time!" ammy seemed quite proud of herself "I kept this baby since I was a kit, so if ya break it you'll have to get me a new one! I have a few games for these, might wanna check 'em all out." she handad sina a small plastic bag. as sina looked inside she couldn't trust her eyes! "where did you get all thoae games from? that's insane!" proudly puffing up her fur, ammy said "you never know what treasures you might find in the trash cans of gaming shops! might technically be stealing but ya know, no one's gonna use it anyway."

the kalons amethyst (ammy), rosalynn (rose) and delani belong to me! please note: I am currently working on turning ammy into a punk gurl and delani is her girlfriend :0
also new 'rania (new erania) is the city they all live in!

[womp womp]

"ＰＡＩＮ ＩＳ ＮＯＴ ＪＵＳＴ Ａ ＷＡＬＬ,
ＩＴ'Ｓ Ａ ＷＡＬＬ ＴＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＤＥＳＴＩＮＥＤ ＴＯ ＣＬＩＭＢ."

Username: Diamond Sapphire || Name: Serena || Gender: Female

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Prologue

Serena was a bubbly child, and curious about the world. Naive and young, and always scurrying around in hopes of finding something to do. She was raised in a peaceful home beside the lapping waves of the ocean, where her mother took care of her. Her mother was rather secretive about her works. All Serena knew was that her mother studied magic, and would practice her findings outside their home while Serena frolicked about.

It was oddly cold on the day of Serena's incident. She had guessed it was a result of one of her mother's tricks she had been working on. Hoping to get a peek of what was happening, Serena made her way to where her mother stood, carrying her precious silver wand. The wand glittered, and a raging white blast of smoke clouded the view. Serena was blinded, and collapsed on the ground. Her heart pumped with fear, hearing her mother's worried calls echo through her ears, until she lost her consciousness.

Serena awoke to a dazzling bright blue light. Squinting, she glanced around, only to see everything painted with a shade of turquoise. She was lying down in a daze on her bed, with the soft hands of her mother gliding through her hair. Worry grasped her, and she shook her head vigorously, making her mother's hand tangled within her silky strands of hair. Fear was the only thought was she was able to identify properly, as her breathing quickened abnormally.

"Serena, my dear," her mother whispered softly in a soothing voice. "Don't struggle. Please allow me to explain. Please." Her mother pleaded, and anxious glint slicing through both of their eyes. Serena nodded silently, and her mother sighed. "My magic... you were heavily affected by it. It's and odd spell I decided to try, and a spell that ruined your colour vision almost permanently. Every day of the week you'll see a colour out of two possibilities. I've tried my best to research the colours, and made a list." Her mother gingerly passed her a sheet of paper, and Serena scanned it half consciously.


Monday ;; magenta, mauve
Tuesday ;; turquoise, tan
Wednesday ;; white, wheat
Thursday ;; taupe, teal
Friday ;; fuchsia, fawn
Sunday ;; sepia, scarlet
Saturday ;; silver, saffron


"There's one way to get rid of it, but it's a temporary relief." Her mother continued gently. "You must burn a beloved item of yours, and with that, you're able a single day of true colour." Serena's mother hesitated, her hand stroking Serena's own hand. "I'm sorry. I'm unable to reserve this curse." Her mother apologized, letting her hand go limp.

Serena's eyes widened. Her head was clouded with thoughts, yet none of them she was able to process. Scanning the room, she had her eyes set on a precious gemstone necklace she had been given by her mother on her third birthday, soon to be crippling in ashes. Yet Serena couldn't. There had to be another way out of it. Yet the only thing she was able to say that day was, "why?"

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Chapter 1

Serena's eyes flickered open. Today it was a Saturday. A lovely, silver Saturday. The sky was a glistening silver, and her flooring was more of a dark and ghostly silver. Silver was always a colour on the better end of things. Colours like turquoise and fuchsia were a pain to trudge through the day with, yet after all the years she's lived with the enchantment, she's almost gotten used to it.

Stomach grumbling with hunger, she quietly floated downstairs. Her eyes scanned the kitchen, ultimately stopping at a half empty box of cereal. Serena stared at it, her wings shifting anxiously. Why was she scared? Did she forget something? Was something suppose to happen? Was it...?

Serena's eyes flitted to the calendar, where a small flame was drawn on today's box. Her eyes widening, she glided closer, until she read the words neatly written on it. A message written by her mother, as it was her who gave Serena the calendar. Three words that had more significance words could ever explain to her.

Happy Birthday, Serena.

Tears unwilling swelled in her eyes. Today was none other than her birthday, where she promised to burn something she adored so she could see in true colour, as a personal birthday present. But she couldn't do it. It wasn't worth it. It reminded her of too much. Of how the curse could never be lifted as long as she lifted, and wasting precious objects would barely do a thing in the long run.

The ground was splashed by silver tears, that glistened softly. Gently wiping the fallen tear with a feather on her wing, she shook her head and moved on. She didn't need something of little worry to bother her. Not yet. But burning something she loved sounded rather appealing. She wanted to treat herself to something, yet it was more of a guilt trip rather a gift.

Serena frowned. Worrying wasn't doing her any good. She hesitated before storming back upstairs and grabbing a smooth ivory wristband, appearing a soft silver in her vision, received from the first friend she'd ever made, one that Serena doesn't even know where they reside. She had barely worn it, yet it still meant something special to her. And today it would end up being simply a pile of dusty ashes.

Gliding back downstairs, she stared at the fireplace in front of her. Within moments, a silvery flickering flame shot up between the thick logs, casting a glow along the walls of her home. Serena was mesmerized by the flame, and soon enough, she'd be able to see the colours that it held. Without further hesitation, she tossed the ivory wristband in the flames, watching it crumble into ashes.

Her vision went black. And it stayed black for a second or two, before Serena opened her eyes to a glorious array of colours. The flame was a cozy red, and the flooring of her home a burnt sienna. Serena stared at her hands for a moment, before glancing out the window. A pale blue sky and sharp blades of green grass.

Yet she could hear echoing words shoot through her mind: Happy Birthday, Serena.

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Chapter 2

Serena flipped through the pages of an old, ancient book with a faded blue cover. A book commonly used by her mother with her spells. Serena was spending her birthday tearing through the books of the local library, in hopes of finding a cure for her irritable curse that would last longer than a mere day. So far, no luck. The closest thing she got was how to cast the spell, but the reserving part of it was too faded and smudged for her to read it.

"What are you looking for?" A soft voice asked. Serena continued searching through the book, guessing it was the librarian. Though after a few pages, she glanced upwards only to see a petite Kalon looking at her with a gentle smile, one that reminded Serena too profoundly of her mother's. "I'm Poppy. My mother works at this library." They introduced politely.

"Serena." Serena mumbled, slamming her book shut. Poppy winced, shaking her head.

"If you need help, you can ask me. I spend too many hours to even count here, thanks to my mom." Poppy offered in a good humored tone. She suddenly whipped around, scanning the area. Turning back to Serena, she stifled a laugh. "Don't tell her I said that, or else she'll add a extra few hours of my time to help her."

Serena stared at Poppy in awe. She hadn't ever talked about her own mother in that way, despite the fact her mother spent most of her time practicing her magic. But something about Poppy made her relax, and found herself drawn to her innocent jokes. "Not exactly looking for anything. I mean... it's hard to explain, yet, my mother would practice magic a lot when I was a child. She accidentally cast a spell on me to see one of two colours on every day of the week, and I'm looking for how to reserve it. Here, I have the list of colours I see each day. Today, though, I'm seeing in perfect colour." Serena pulled out a small sheet of paper, written with the colours associated with each day of the week.

"Why do you see in the correct colour today?" Poppy asked, scanning over the list. It took her a moment, but she eventually handed it back to Serena.

"Sacrificing something that means something significant to me allows me a single day of true colour. Yet I can't go on like this. I was a permanent reserve to this spell..." Serena's voice died down, and she looked at the pile of thick books in front of her. All were old and damaged, and so far of no use to Serena whatsoever.

"It's a long shot but... I can try to help." Poppy offered softly. "My grandfather was said to be a great wizard of his times or something like that. I'm sure he has some books hanging around his old hut I could go dig around for."

Serena stared at her in disbelief. "T...thank you."

Poppy grinned. "Of course."

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Chapter 3

"I found it. I found a way." Poppy's voice rang in Serena's head, and Serena felt a twinge of bewilderment. After all these years... Poppy was able to discover a method to reserve the curse so soon? It had only been a day since meeting up with Poppy, and where her world was once again consumed by a single colour - magenta, today.

"How?" Was all Serena asked. Poppy plopped herself down on the chair and put a large, thick book on the table in front of her. She gently handled the book as she flipped throughout the pages the book held, and stopped once she reached a page that read words in some sort of code she didn't understand.

"It's a code that my family passed down for ages for all the magic users, and eventually to mine. Though there wasn't a huge need for me to learn it, my mother forced me to some days, 'just in case', she said." Poppy sighed, and read the code written neatly on the page. The book appeared old, but the words looked as if they were printed in fresh ink. "It says that the only way is to either get the person who cast the spell to chant a sentence they've written down on here, or transfer the curse to another being, in which if you do, the receiver of the curse needs to agree."

"My... the first one I can't do. My mother- she's not... she doesn't walk upon this world anymore." Serena whimpered. "Yet who would I transfer the curse to? I don't know anyone who'd agree to get a weird curse that would affect them for lifetime."

Poppy smiled. "I'll take your curse."

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Chapter 4

Days, weeks, months. It took Serena much too long to agree for Poppy to take the way see saw the colours in the world. Yet eventually, after hours of consistent pestering and sheer determination, Serena gave in. Yet it was odd how willing and how she had such minimal hesitation to see the way Serena saw for years. Surprises coming from Poppy didn't see so rare, though, and Serena found herself charmed by that trait.

The setup for the transferring of the curse was rather easily. It was simply surrounding both Poppy and Serena in a circle of flower petals, while chanting the following words no more and no less than three times: Transfer my colour, transfer my vision. Another soul is willing to take the curse, both of our decisions.

They were all set. But Serena couldn't help but feel an air of a melancholy feeling dance around her. Yet happiness still was edging on her feelings, as well as a few quick sparks of regret. "Poppy, thank you." Serena finally whispered softly. Poppy glanced at her and her gaze softened, smiling her signature smile.

"Of course." She replied. Serena grinned. A common share of words between the two - a thank you and an of course. Something that would never fail to make Serena smile, even in a sliver of time.

Serena hesitated for a moment, but started her chant. "Transfer my colour, transfer my vision. Another soul is willing to take the curse, both of our decisions. Transfer my colour, transfer my vision. Another soul is willing to take the curse, both of our decision. Transfer my colour, transfer my vision. Another soul is willing to take the curse, both of our decisions!"

A bright flash of light blinded Serena, and she tumbled over. It was like when she sacrificed something, only it was an eye blindingly bright one. As Serena's vision cleared, she noticed the delicate and true colourings of all the flower petals that surrounded her, as well as everything else. It had worked.

Poppy! Her mind shouted. She whipped her head over to her side, to see Poppy, who laid motionless on the ground. Her heart pounded in fear as she scurried over beside her, worry growling in her mind. She gave the limp Poppy a tough shake, yet no response. Attempting to keep herself calm, she laid her head onto Poppy's arm, and waited for her to awake.

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Chapter 5

Guilt tugged at her heart, her mind and everything else. Poppy, for a reason Serena didn't know, was unable to cope with the giving of Serena's curse. She had fallen into what seemed to be a coma, and laid on the bed of a hospital. Rain splashed on her window, and despite the fact it were soft patters, Serena could feel herself getting an unbearable headache. What had she done?

A weary emotion stabbed at her, and she decided to take a rest. The feelings that surged through her were indescribable, yet she could pick up worry and fear within the streams of emotions. Shaking profoundly, she make her way to her bed and climbed onto it, swiftly dozing off.

A shadowy figure approached Serena, one that seemed awfully familiar. Was she dreaming?

"Serena." Poppy's voice echoed throughout the odd purple room she was trapped in, yet one that seemed to stretch for millions of miles, and she was unable to see the end.

"Poppy, where are you?" Serena called out desperately. The figure she had seen became visible, and it was the figure of Poppy. Yet everything about her was flawless. Her hair, her eyes, her skin. All dainty and delicate, reminding her of fields of pretty flowers. Serena sighed, but then burst into tears. They slithered down her face and formed a puddle beneath her feet, rippling each time a new tear fell.

"I'm fine, Serena." Poppy gave her a smile, one that comforted yet scared Serena more than any other smile Poppy had ever given her. Her limbs trembled, and all the emotions she had felt earlier were replaced with nothing but raw fear. "Serena, you're okay. I'm safe, I promise. I'm here to say goodbye." Poppy pulled Serena into a tight, tender hug. They both shed tears, and Poppy let go. She gave Serena one more look before sauntering away into the endless shadows of darkness.

"Don't leave!" Serena wailed. But she was gone.

Serena awoke to the ear piercing ringing of her telephone. Still shaken, she gingerly picked up the phone and spoke. "H...hello. You're talking to Serena. Who are you?"

"I'm here calling you about Poppy." They responded. "Her system failed for an unknown reason, and she unfortunately wasn't able to make it. We apologize sincere for your loss, ma'am." Serena lifted the phone away from her ear and stared at it. She threw the phone against the wall harshly, and let out a deafening screech.

Dropping to her knees, she covered her face with her hands, tears running down her face. Poppy was gone. The only thing Serena care so dearly about... she wasn't here anymore. She was not longer able to speak to the kind figure that had offered countless times to lift her curse by using her own self as a victim to transfer her curse on.

And that's when Serena knew that Poppy was the biggest sacrifice of all.

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Hi It's Me ;; HI THERE !! i'm diamond sapphire and wow i hope you enjoyed reading all of that ,, i dont think its literally a novel ,,, just a couple thousands words haha ,, but nevertheless i hope you liked it all ! yO i had so much fun writing all of this, it was tons of fun to do !! uuuh art at the top by me ! but other than that, good luck everyone and have fun judging !

[iBrevity]

lisskadell || male || god of the wind and skies


It's late now, and the tavern is lit largely by candelight. Most of its regular patrons have long since retreated to their homes and beds; a storm is massing over the horizon of the bay, and those few still inside the bar can hear its ponderous groaning through the walls.

Three people sit at the counter. One is fully hooded, though a spool of silver-white hair flashes at the curve of their throat. The waning light lends a forgiving cast to the strange bulkiness of his cloak, and when he shifts and pulls his shawl more tightly about his shoulders there is a slight whisper that sounds like feathers.

"Guess Dell's angry tonight," drawls the man at the far end, rousing a look from the hooded stranger. He misinterprets the expression for one of curiosity and adds, "Ya know, the storm god. The old one."

The hooded man hums a reply. Belief in the old gods has faded over all the continents, but is most noticeably extinct in Acriens. His explanation is not unwarranted then; a good portion of the population would not recognize the name Dell, let alone the god's full title and function.

There is a brief, peaceable silence, overlaid only by the sussurus of approaching rain. A few minutes later the first speaker clambers off his stool, retrieving his hat and returning it to his head. "Have a good night, sirs," he says, tipping his hat to both strangers and the bored bartender alike. He leaves via the side door, emitting a gust of wind that kills a few flames and sputters half a dozen unlucky candles farther out. He must yank at the door's handle to close it, and the bartender sighs as he steps around the counter to tend to the last few patrons in the back corner.

Left alone at the bar, the hooded stranger sips his drink and ignores the person still siting beside him. It appears to be a woman, though she wears a similarly disguising cloak. Her dark pants are bracketed by boots laced nearly to the knee. When she tucks her feet onto the underside of her stool there a strange noise like windchimes, that matches almost exactly the sound of her setting her emptied glass on the wooden counter.

"So Lisskadell," she says softly, turning to face him. "Are you angry tonight?"

The man takes a drink to hide his somber laughter. His face has been softened with a smile that he shows only to her. "It is dark outside," he says, gesturing to the shuttered windows. "Does that mean you are angry, Sefina?"

Sefina smiles indulgently. "You know the moon is not mine," she replies, "But the skies and storms are yours. They do not happen without your will, darling. So tell me--who has upset you?"

Lisska's smile fades as he considers his murky drink. There is a burst of lightning outside, illuminating the entirety of the bar for one glorious second. Finally he says, "It is not me that is angry. Do you remember my Stormrider?"

"Yes," Sefina says, raising a brow. The eerie glow of the delicate plants growing among her hair paints dramatic shadows on her face, accentuates her mild bewilderment with this change in tone. "Solomon, I believe."

Lisska confirms her guess with a nod. "His husband was killed. He's in mourning," he explains, "And so the skies mourn with him."

Sefina has never become quite as attached to humanity as some of the deities in her pantheon, and so she has no direct correlation to empathize with him. She knows only the wounded sadness in Lisskadell's eyes, and the storm's furious wailing.

"Have you spoke to him?" She asks, and Lisska is startled from his solemn mood by a laugh.

"I've never talked to him," Lisska admits, setting his elbow on the bar to prop up his chin. "I'm not sure he believes."

Sefina considers that. She scrapes together everything she has been told of Lisska's favorite mortal and analyizes what she remembers. Solomon is a pirate, she thinks, a captain. A widowed husband now, adoptive father to a godling child he cherishes. Pirates are usually a superstitious bunch, and she has been recognized more times by one of their people than anybody inland.

"Nonetheless," she says steadily. "In this storm, he might appreciate the company."

Lisska muses over that as he finishes his drink, a companionable silence settling between the two gods. Outside, the savage hammering of rain against the tavern's walls eases to a more comforting noise; and Lisska finally sits up, nods to himself as he tucks his hood more securely in to conceal his face.

"I'm just going to check in on him," he says, before Sefina can get in a teasing word. He gets down from his stool, briefly betraying his insignificant height, and gets up on his toes to hug Sefina around the waist. "Thank you, Fee."

"Don't call me that," she says without pause, but there is some affection in her voice and she is unhesitant to return the hug. "Tell your mortal I said hello."

"I'm just checking on him," Lisska reiterates, a faint blush revealed to Sefina's analytic gaze.

She laughs, fastens the top pin of Lisska's cloak and pats his head like a mother might a child. Lisska is one of the youngest of their ranks, and Sefina has always been endeared by his sincere smiles and his reckless way of falling in with the humans. She is reckless too, though of a different sort, and there has been friendship between them for centuries now.

"Fly safe, darling," she says, and Lisska nods and smiles before he ducks out the back way, his head bent against the driving rain.



Like all gods, Lisska has an innate sense of those few he has chosen to watch--and so it takes him no time at all to locate Solomon's ship, cresting magnificently crowned waves with casual grace. The storm is worse out here, to a point; Solomon has taken care to keep his ship from any land, and so while they are not at immediate risk of hitting something and sinking, they are spared no shelter from the rain and lightning and whipping, bone-aching cold.

High above the ship, Lisska studies the crew. There is a noticeable lack of men on the deck, which does not surprise him; he can hear the majority down in the belly of the ship, playing cards over good-natured gossip. There is a woman steering, who Lisska does not recognize; and there, finally, is Solomon.

He stands at the far end of the ship, his hands curled loosely around the thin wooden railings that keep him from being thrown into the dark waters, his hair such a bright and startling silver that when a lightning flash hits it the shine lingers behind Lisska's eyelids. The human is not properly dressed for the weather, sporting a thin jacket and little else, even his hands bare. There are a few crewmembers lurking a ways back, obviously worried for their captain but reluctant to interrupt him. It has been near two months since his husband Sylvan was killed in a skirmish, and Solomon has not yet completely recovered.

Lisska considers his options. He has checked on Solomon now; he knows the man lives, that his ship is still sailing. He has satisfied all reasoning behind attending, confirmed what he told Sefina he intended to check. And yet...

When a crack of thunder scatters the few attending crewmembers to safer hollows, Lisska lands. He has shed his cloak in favor of his wings; and so he stands bare-chested on the ship's kicking deck, his pale wings arched up and around his shoulders so as not to drag. Despite the raging storm he is noticeably dry, and even as he stands there the rain does a curious trick and slides and twists and sidles around him.

Solomon turns when he catches movement out of the corner of his eye, faces Lisska with a hand drawn instinctively to his pistol. When he sees Lisska, and understands, his fingers slacken and his gun is left holstered. Lisska, who had no idea if Solomon would even know him, is surprised when Solomon says hoarsely, "Well met, Lisskadell."

"Well met, Stormrider," Lisska replies in kind, and Solomon laughs, sagging back against the railing to catch his balance. He shakes his head, says something under his breath that Lisska doesn't quite catch; and so tentatively, taking one step towards him, Lisska asks, "Are you well?"

Solomon's eyes jerk up to him again, coin-gold and shining in what little illumination the bursts of lightning lend to their conversation. He seems less surprised and more amused; and it is good to see him smile again, even if Lisska doesn't fully understand why.

"Enough," Solomon says vaguely, and then gestures shortly to the brooding sky. "Is this your handiwork?"

Lisska smiles. He has lowered his wings some, so they frame his slender silhouette and the longest flight feathers bend to relent to the wooden floor. "Some of it," he admits.

Solomon's smile teeters. There is a moment of silence, and then: "...and is some of it mine?"

"Unintentionally," Lisska says. The rain has warmed since he has landed here; where he can feel the change in the air he is aware too that Solomon has stopped shivering. The deep bass of thunder has moved some to the north, and left only intermittent crags of lightning in its wake.

Into the silence Lisska says, "I came only to check on you," his tone verging on defensive.

Solomon produces a fleeting smile. He nods once, folds his hands together at his stomach. "Well thank you, Lisskadell."

"Lisska," he corrects, and Solomon's smile lingers a few seconds longer this time.

"I wouldn't mind some company, Lisska," Solomon says. The storm loiters overhead but has largely eased into something manageable, and Lisska cannot deny his instinctive urge to stay.

"If you're sure." When Solomon gestures him closer Lisska joins the pirate at the railing, and the two of them lean there in companionable silence until the storm is all but gone.

When Lisska steps back and shakes out his wings Solomon surprises him by saying, "You'll visit again?"

Lisska blinks. His smile comes unbidden, along with a jumping in his heart that reminds him potently of flying. "Of course," he says. "I will come to see you soon, Stormrider."

"Solomon," the captain says in turn, and Lisska laughs and nods and beats once to ascend from the ship. The whole way home he feels giddier than he has in decades, and revels in the sensation of rain like he has somehow forgotten the satiny feel of it.



And so it goes, for months and months, until Lisska's inevitable arrivals to the ship are met not with superstitious suspicion but frivolous whispering. The crew becomes more comfortable around him; and although they rarely speak to the god, they no longer skirt him as widely as they once did. Lisska pretends not to overhear their gossip, and tries not to blush when they trade rumors over the way he looks at Solomon and how Solomon (supposedly) looks at him.

Mostly Lisska stays for an hour or two; occasionally he can be convinced to take a meal with Solomon and the crew. He learns more about Solomon than he had ever gleaned from watching the man before, and he finds he likes Solomon far more than he initially feared.

As time wears on, Lisska finds it harder and harder to pry himself away. He has come to love the roiling lift of the ship, the spray of salt off the waves that leave careless crystalline streaks down his wings. He loves too something that he promised himself he never would, and his capacity for it frightens him. Solomon's alarming yellow eyes can take the words right out of Lisska's mouth; Solomon's light, pealing laughter can render even a god powerless.

Lisska intends to find Sefina again and ask for what she thinks is best to do, but he never manages to find the time. It is summer now, and the sky is such a poignant shade of blue that where it bleeds into the ocean horizon the shift in hue is almost imperceptible. Lisska is immune to the heat but Solomon languishes beside him, propped up against the main wheel and wearing a hat that shields his face.

"Do you know the story of Icarus?" Solomon says suddenly, and Lisska looks at him, his fingers tingling like they always do before a storm.

"Of course," he manages softly. He remembers Zefiryn first telling him the story, when he was small enough to sit at her feet and young enough to misunderstand the solemnity of her voice. He never realized the love Zefiryn held for mankind until he first visited them himself, and remembered viscerally the story she had once shared.

"A mortal and a god," Solomon says, undeterred by the pained expression Lisska's face contorts to. "Fascinating, isn't it?"

Lisska gets up so quickly that one far-flung wing knocks a footstool over, and the other clears Solomon's nearby desk of all its things. "I need to go," Lisska blurts, fumbling to get to his feet, flapping once hard to right himself and only worsening the mess he leaves in his wake. "Right now."

Solomon turns his head to look at Lisska under the edge of his sunhat, and his grin glints almost as sharply as his eyes. "Fascinating," he repeats, and Lisska flushes.

"I'll-see-you-soon," he says, the words bumbling into one another, and then leaps up with such gusto that Solomon must steady his hat with a hand to keep from losing it. Solomon watches the god's dwindling shape and laughs to himself, and for the first time in nearly a year his heart feels wonderfully, soothingly light.



references ;;
[a map of the old world] || [Sefina, goddess of the spring and shadows] [Solomon, the Stormrider]
credits ;;
[birdcage divider by Picandou] || [moon phase divider by crowmap]
[both fullbodies by demilusionality on DA]

[yeena]

E S Z R I . S I L A S
ALL THE STARS WE STEAL FROM THE NIGHT SKY

Gentle - Cynical - Reserved - Observant - Skeptical - Intelligent - Dignified - Calm

Eszri could easily be mistaken as multiple stereotypes just based on his looks; although, most of them have proven to be untrue. He is what you probably wouldn’t expect from a character with the looks that he has; a lovely figure, worth the appreciation of an ethereal figure; alas, Eszri is just as normal as the crowd around him. To put it quite shortly, he is a very soft-spoken character with some rather fascinating thoughts about the way that people act around him. Despite Eszri being very critical to himself regarding others, he’s rather kind regardless, maybe a little confused too.

One of the most noticeable traits about Eszri is how quiet and soft he is. Akin to a baby in some way, he's a very gentle character and he doesn't seem to have any intentionally aggressive mean spots in his own body. It's extremely, extremely rare to ever get Eszri annoyed, much less genuinely angry or upset. Eszri has come to realize that throwing an attitude or anything similar won't get him anywhere, so he prefers to keep his head level and to just talk things out because it's definitely easier to do. He finds it rather challenging to get truly annoyed with people; even the people that are as stubborn as a mule and don't listen to anything that he has to say. When push comes to shove, he tends to just state his point a final time before smiling and backing off; the risk isn't worth the result.

Eszri tends to keep a lot of thoughts to himself, mostly because he prefers to watch and listen to people as opposed to talk to them. This doesn't mean that he isn't social, or isn't capable of being social, he just tends to watch people's behavior. Eszri finds a lot of people odd for how they proceed to act; especially the people that change their personas depending on who they're surrounded by. It's easy to say that he can be pretty judgmental of these people as well, but he keeps his thoughts to himself and doesn't outright show that he disapproves of how some people act. Perhaps it's because Eszri doesn't value the things that some other people value, but he just doesn't see where some thought processes come from.

If it couldn't be assumed by now, Eszri is very self-assured and intelligent, to say the least. He knows what he wants and knows how to get what he wants; usually. If he doesn't end up knowing how to actively get what he wants, he searches around for an answer until he digs up something useful. He definitely understands what it's like to use his brain for more than one thing and it wouldn't take long for him to figure some complicated problem out if you gave him the right amount of information.

In the end, Eszri turns out to be a rather average character in some sense. He knows how to hold his bearings in tough situations and is aware of when it's time to be serious and stay level, even when nobody around him is trying to mimic his actions. Some could say that he has a heightened level of intelligence; though he begs to differ. According to him, it's easy to be like him if some people would just think things through. This goes to say, Eszri can get extremely passionate about his mental views on his peers. He's mainly confused how they tend to act, though he keeps most of his thoughts to himself and doesn't speak of much to anyone. Overall, he's a well-spoken character that's very gentle, and social, in nature who has a lot of observations to make about people around him.

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Eszri stared at the mirror in front of him, looking over his polished face and doll-like eyes. With a slight elevation of his head, he had his chin pushed up and he was looking like some powerful figure. The light from the top of the mirror reflected off of his skin nicely, showing off the smooth and even tones of his tan mixed in with the light hints of foundation and facial powder. Everything about him was refined, professional, perfection. Eszri felt a slight frown cross over his lips as he let his head droop back to its original position. Glancing around his desk in front of the mirror, he adjusted the soft monitor that was lightly placed over his ear lobe. Breathing in deeply through his nose, he made slight gestures with his hands when he decided to exhale.

The breathing massaged his stressing soul as if it were a scared animal, making his nerves relax to the point of where he was slightly slouched. Behind the closed doors, he felt like he didn’t have to keep his posture as straight as usual. Eszri ran a hand through his hair, lightly touching on the trimmed flowers that had been lovingly weaved into his hair with precise, delicate hands. The flowers felt natural in his long locks. Letting out a final, soft sigh, he stepped back from the desk and mirror and brought his chin up, back straight. He was refined, professional and perfection.

The roaring of the crowd that he had learned to tune out after years of doing this finally started to pierce his ears, reminding him of who he truly was. Eszri stared at himself from slightly afar in the mirror, a small smile crossing over his thin lips. He blew himself a mental kiss before pivoting on his heels, checking the microphone that was fastened over his head. A final quick check of the piece assured him that everything was in order.

As Eszri walked out from behind the curtains, the crowd erupting, he almost felt a natural smile pursue his lips as everything came together once again.


Eszri woke up as a huge modernized, pop icon one day. He has the looks, talent and everything to be an exceptionally outstanding icon; which he is, as aforementioned. He's been in the musical industry for as long as he can remember, and he's always fit right in with his calling. His lyrical tastes are more refined, compared to other modern songs, and he tends to put a lot of deeper meanings behind his lyrics. If he's not singing about something that's sentimental, he's personally feeling something that's sentimental. A piece of him goes into every song that he personally writes, and it tends to throw a bit more of his own personalized flair into the industry.

Despite music being most of his life, he isn't too sure what to actually think about it. Of course, he loves to relate to his fans and reach out to them with his songs, but he definitely isn't sure what to think of the fame and popularity that comes as an unwarranted side effect of being famous. In the simplest ways of putting it, Eszri is very awkward to the attention. He tends to pay close attention to the way that people act and it's weird being looked up to as a god of some sort; it gives him chills that he can't seem to shake off. He tries to analyze people and the fact that everyone can idolize someone as average as their selves gives him weird vibes. None of it truly makes sense to him.



The soft call from his parents from the house caught his attention, making him drop the delicate yellow flower that he had been holding in his hand. He turned his head slowly, looking from the flower over to his parents on the porch. He cautiously bent down to pick the flower up before turning and trotting towards the wooden porch, where his parents were both waiting for him to come to them. He took a step up the porch before pausing at the bottom, just to hold the yellow flower up to them with a bright expression. They both paused for a moment before breaking out in a chorus of coos and affection; rubbing his head with grins adorning their faces. He could only grin and smile in return to their happy expressions.

Eszri sat up in his lonely bed, heaving for air as if he had been holding his breath underwater and had just resurfaced. His red eyes scanned his room until he was distracted by a wetness staining his cheeks. Positioning himself to where he was steady sitting up, he lifted a hand to cautiously wipe at his cheeks. He had been crying. Eszri let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes while he started to gently wipe at his cheeks. He let his legs curl up close to his chest, hugging them tightly and resting his face on top of his knees. The dreams were slowly becoming recessive. Those people were not his parents. He didn't know who they were.


Eszri tends to have extremely vivid dreams about people that he doesn't know; most times, he wakes up in a cold sweat, sometimes crying or screaming as well. It tends to stress him, having these dreams; mainly because he doesn't understand him. He's figured out that a lot of the reoccurring figures are his 'parents' and he was a child, in most the dreams. There always seems to be a flower present in each dream, at least somewhere. Sometimes he's passing by a store with flowers inside of it or he's playing with some flowers on the grass while he parents watch him carefully from afar. Most of the dreams have been genuinely innocent, with nothing bad usually occurring.

Despite Eszri not actually realizing it, he was the reincarnation of the child that he's usually portrayed as in his dreams. Simply put, his lucid dreams are the connection between reality and his past life. The identity of his current inhibitor is unknown, however, which means that it's definitely possible for a lot of his reincarnation to be blank, creating gray areas across his palette. That's what is actually happening, for most part. Eszri doesn't exactly inhibit any of the traits from his old persona, hence why he's standing as his own, unique character. Regardless, Eszri does still have the dreams that can lead up to the conclusion that he's got another character buried deep into his soul; quite literally.

This goes to say, there wasn't any joke about Eszri tossed into the life of a singer; he was literally placed into the character 'Eszri' without any other knowledge of how he was supposed to act. He was a blank slate put into a preexisting mind. He woke up one day with two things that he knew for certain; he was a pop icon and his name was Eszri. This confused him, and also created the persona he has to this day. The reason he can be so judgmental of people is because of how they treat him, and he's not even sure what he's doing. It's weird to see how people can react to popularity and fame. He's also pretty sure this is why only a few people get famous, but alas, that's beside the point. Eszri has no memory of a childhood or 'growing up', really. He only remembers the first time he walked out on the stage; that's where his story began.



White color blinded him, making him blink slowly to try and adjust to the intensity of the light being held in front of his face. He tried to take a slow, deep breath and instead was presented with a tight feeling against his chest, making it all that harder to breath. This made his eyes open quickly, panicking at the pain and the challenge of breathing. It felt like someone was pressing down harshly against his chest, choking him, preventing him from taking air in. He tried to cry out, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as if the liquid was being squeeze from him. There was someone cooing around him, whispering sweet words to him to try and calm him down. Struggling to sit down, someone’s hand came to lightly rest on his arm; this only made him squirm more.

There was a doctor next to him. She was trying to talk to him; alas, everything sounded like a blurry buzz to him. He became suddenly aware of how much his skin burned, along with the aggressive pounding in his head. He started to scratch relentlessly at his arm, flinching at the burning sensation yet, nonetheless, getting the satisfaction of taming the unrelenting itch. The doctor next to him made a soft sigh before tightly grabbing both of his wrists, he instantly turned to face her, eyes wide and glowering. He decided to turn away, a bitter wave of anger forming in his gut; from confusion and fear. Then he saw his parents, sitting in a chair next to his bed, a beautiful bouquet of flowers resting on their laps.

This eased the tension that had been building under his skin. He cast a long glance between the flowers and his parents, his parents soon noticing his wandering eyes and waving at him. He smiled back and stopped resisting the nurse, letting her lay him back down into the bed with ease. The doctor nodded at him and quietly advised him to not scratch at his arms or move around a lot. He could only hesitantly agree. With a glance down to his arms, he noticed the bright red festers on them that made him go wide-eyed. They looked swollen and they had felt hot to the touch, just now.

The doctor went to talk to his parents and he listened to her calmly explain to them that this was a serious allergic reaction. His parents paused for a moment before both hesitantly asking, in unison; peanuts?

The bed was soaked with his sweat and his wings had been curled tightly around his body, protecting him from squirming too much. His red eyes were opened wide, staring forward at the darkened wall of his room. Eszri felt a touch of tension escape his troubled mind as he started to take deeper breaths, his eyes slowly drooping until they were half open. He relaxed against his sheets, sighing deeply as he collected his thoughts from the lucid dream that he had been, once again, presented with. This dream had been a little more confusing to him, considering he’d never experienced one quite like this. With a soft clicking of his tongue, he rolled over and drifted off back to sleep for the remainder of the night.

Eszri sat still in his chair, looking at each of his managers that were busy and bustling around him. His eyes would switch from watching one to the other; each of them looked rather stressed and a little big angry, just maybe. He had come to establish that all of them tended to look rather angry, even with their resting faces. It amused him almost. Eszri lifted a hand up to cautiously rub at his shoulder; every move he made seemed to elicit some kind of reaction from the busy crowd around him, so he always tried to sit as still as possible. He was in a velvety, comfy chair, lounging backwards. In front of him was a small, thin table that had various things; most notably, a lone sandwich that had been made for him.

Eszri wearily eyed the sandwich, after some long moments, deciding to lean forward and pull the plate towards him. A small inspection of the sandwich, without touching it on the plate, and he determined the sandwich to be a peanut butter and jelly dish. His breath caught in his throat, the dream that he had experienced last night flashing across the back of his mind like a movie playthrough. His face contorted into a confused expression, eyes darkening at the thoughts that were running through his head like a bad idea that he was trying to reconsider.

Despite every warning in his body, he hesitantly picked the dish up carefully, just to take one half of the sandwich from the plate. Eszri paused a moment, eyeing the meal before slowly leaning forward to indulge in the soft white bread and it’s contents. He chewed slowly, staring at the place where he had left a mark in the one-whole half of the sandwich. The sandwich was transported slowly back to the plate while he leaned back in his chair, swallowing the mouthful that he had taken with ease.

It wasn’t long before there were red marks on his arms; some moments later, the red marks were swelling up, accompanied by a slight stinging sensation upon contact with them. He held back the urge to itch his arm, instead gripping the hem of his shirt extremely tightly. Eszri tried to ignore the feeling of his skin burning, a bright crimson color instead of the natural milky cream. His teeth were rubbing hard against each other, mentally tying tight bonds around himself to prevent his body from convulsing; moving.


It's come to Eszri's attention that his dreams can definitely reflect his reality in some instances. The peanut allergy happened to be something massive for him; definitely one thing he had tested some waters with. He was quite fascinated, for lack of better terms, with this discovery, though, thus far, this has been the only dream that has played a significant role in his actual lifestyle. That point aside, there are some aspects of his inhibitor's past life that can leak through to shine some light on his character now. Despite this, there still don't seem to be any major personality traits that he's noticed from these weird dreams. In the end, the dreams can and do tie the bond between past and present.



The petals of the flowers drifted slowly to the ground, his eyes tracing the entire downfall of the petal until it lightly landed among a grassy graveland. Eszri let out a soft sigh, pressing his knees against his chest whilst letting the stem of the plant drop down to its demise as well. He was surrounded by bright yellow buds, all of them rightfully a weed. Nonetheless, he found an undeniable comfort in the plants that surrounded him. It was a quiet area that he could come to after a makeover, or big show, and just relax. His managers wouldn’t bother him in this moment; if anything, they’d scold him later for not being on task. Complaints never bothered him; a day in the field was like a day in paradise. He always felt like the flowers offered him a simplistic life, even if it was temporary. They always made Eszri feel like he didn't need to hold up to anything.

His wings tucked around his body protectively, shielding him from the wind that lapped at his sides as well as the world around him. Sometimes, even the stars needed a break from the night.


Despite his odd dreams and extensive conceptions about the people around him, he still lives a normal life that just requires a couple of breaks in the natural fields.

[Dembai]

Username: Dembai
Kalon Name: Chance Milan/Cherryblade

By day, Chance is a data cruncher, using his lightning fast typing skills and extremely good mind for math to analyse, sort and work with the numbers of one of the largest international accounting firms on the planet. It is grueling, punishing work with little thanks, and a sword over one's head. Mistakes aren't tolerated. Poor performance can result in a dock in pay, or even being fired. Performing perfectly, without fail, without stopping, without thinking, without NOTICING...that is what he is paid for, and it is something he does very well. While he does interact to an extent with his coworkers, he is not well liked. In part as his data crunching is better than most, and he tends to stay out of the latest gossip chains and office drama. The most interaction people get out of him is a delicately raised eyebrow and a carefully modulated, and haughty sounding "Oh." This isn't due to lack of interest, but a well-cultivated persona designed to keep other people at arm's length. Because the last thing he would ever want is for anyone to realize who he REALLY is.

By night, after the day's work is done, Chance slips into his VR crib, entering the cyber world where he is known only as "Cherryblade" - a pop idol, videogame expert, virtual personality, and small-time celebrity. Instead of being unapproachable and cold, he is known as being warm, humorous and flamboyant, when he isn't dominating in whatever games are being thrown his way by his sponsors. Certainly, his online dealings make him reasonably well off, and he could easily avoid working in an office at all, there is something so soothing about the physical labor of typing and calculating and the GAME of trying to never make a mistake that keeps him engaged.

But which is he? The casually snide office worker? The playful, cheeky idol? Neither, really. Both are roles that suit his needs, which is to feel engaged at all times. This is extremely important, as anytime he is not working or playing, he finds himself slipping into paranoia and wall-clawing anxiety. He knows he is paid to not notice the patterns, but the patterns are there, like whisper-thin threads, just begging to be looked at, pulled out and plucked from their place. And his need to play and strike and dig into those patterns is only held in check by blowing off steam at night being everyone's favorite gamer idol.

However, of late, no matter how hard he's tried to ignore it, he's noticed something about the data he has been crunching. Someone has been covering up a huge amount of expenses within the company, and Chance has found it impossible to ignore. He is driven to find out who is leaving these clues in the data, and what they're doing without anyone in the company knowing that's what he's up to. But even though the risk of being caught looking into the data gets more extreme the further he gets, he can't help himself. The more he finds, the more deep the mystery goes. Who is the big spender? Where is the money going? And why does it always seem to trace back to Cherryblade's biggest sponsor? Surely this can't be about him. No one knows who he is at the firm. There's no way everything could be connected. That's just the paranoia talking, right? Right?

(sorry I didn't see this soon enough to include art!)

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vector graphics - destine com truise - glawio adeodat warfield - summer night
bmsr - just for the night boards of canada - seven forty 7 the cranberries - linger

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'Cause, I have no idea what you're going on and on about. I haven't done anything wrong here.------
All I want to do is buy some snacks and get the hell out! I don't have time to spend wasting it arguing with you. "

Lauren dumped her pile of junk food on the counter and huffed at the young teen behind the counter.

"What do you even think you're doing? I've never caused a problem here in my life. In my life!"
He chuckled at Lauren snobbishly. "Well, you certainly are now..." he said, gesturing at the line behind her.

"This isn't funny. I don't have anything to eat at home and you're the only shop around that's still open."

He frowned. "That's too bad I guess... I retain the right to refuse service. And honey, you certainly aren't earning it.
Listen, I don't get paid enough to deal with this. I'm just doing my job. But we got some complaints that you've been
sneaking apple pies and gum into your purse, and shoplifting isn't permitted here. I can't let you buy these items."

She scoffed at him and looked in the direction of the parking lot. "I didn't do that... anyways, why would you care?
I'm still a paying customer. You can't turn me down, you don't have any proof of that..."

Just as he opened his mouth to make another dry remark, she zipped out faster than anyone could even blink. Half
the people in line shouted at her, but it was too late. Lauren had already piled into her friend's car, who had just
pulled up. They sped off with the snacks before anyone could run out and catch the plate numbers.

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name : shenra relationship : best friend current status : pissed as hell

You really need to stop doing this kinda stuff, Laury. I can't keep bailing you out. ...What did you do this time?"

Lauren looked at the floor. "He accused me of stealing snacks... I only took one. Those apple pies were too much,
and I'm still saving for that gorgeous bag... it's gonna look so good on my Instagram page..."

Shenra made a hard break at the stoplight. "You...what?!"
"There is absolutely no way in hell you would do something so petty. Even I'm not that petty.
Why is it so hard for you to go a single day without getting in my hair and on my last nerve?!"

Lauren whimpered a bit and gave her puppy eyes. Shen sighed. "Ugh, I'm stuck with you..."

They pulled into the driveway of their run-down apartment, and Shenra fumbled with the key before finally
managing to open the rusted lock. "We're home! Get off your lazy ass. We've got snacks..."

A soft groan was heard coming from the side room. Apparently their house mate had just woken up...
at 10 pm. He perked up a bit at the sight of food. "Hey, woah! Lauren did grocery shopping... shocker."

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𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.


name : LKSB (legal name sam, for short) relationship : bad roommate current status : total PIG


"There's no reason to be rude, Sam! I brought you food. What do you do all day? Sitting around covering yourself in
Cheeto dust and tears?! What do you even do here all day?" Lauren threw her bag onto the ground. "It's a mess."



"You'd better clean all this up right now. I'm so sick of you doing this all the time, man!"

Sam looked at her with the most annoyed face, as if she were the one in the wrong here. "It's not my fault, I just
wanted to play Fortnite. I can't be bothered to clean all this stuff up, I can't let down my team."

"You....you just started playing a minute ago! You little faker!"

He sighed and put the controller down. "Listen, let's just... talk this out. Like reasonable adults. If you want to live
here with me, we're going to have to set down a few ground rules, okay?"

"I pay almost all of the bills around here! You are really walking on thin ice, pal..."

Shenra put her paw on Lauren's shoulder. "Hey, don't go to hard on him, okay? He's gone through a lot this week..."
A lot of nothing, she muttered under her breath, but neither of them heard her. Shenra happily curled up
next to the rude kid. Laura furiously scooped up her belongings and went to her room in the back.



She tossed herself in bed and sat on her phone for about an hour, and decided to go to sleep. In the living room,
she could hear both Shenra and Sam loudly snoring on the couch, and no matter how much she turned her music
up she couldn't drown it out. Lauren punched the wall angrily and turned over to hide her head under a pillow.

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Lauren woke up to a sickening grinding sound coming from the kitchen. Running out to see what was
happening, she was livid to see that her new phone had been chucked into the blender while she
was trying to sleep that morning. Sam had apparently been using it last night and dropped it in there
while he was super tired, fell asleep and forgotten about it. Shenra, also tired, walked over when she
woke up to make her morning smoothie and didn't see the phone when she poured her fruit into it.
Lauren stood fuming over the chunky pile of metal and bananas, glaring at her toes as she thought
over the situation. When she looked up, Shenra was standing there waiting to comfort her-- and,
unsurprisingly, Sam had gone somewhere to cower quietly until she was less angry.



As Lauren stood over what once used to be a cell phone, she couldn't even bring herself to
feel anger, or bitterness. Not even disappointment, really. All she felt was used to this by now. It
seemed as if everything in her life was just kind of... doomed to go this way.

Her roommates were jerks, the world was just full of rude people everywhere. It really brings one down,
when they get to realizing it. Lauren groaned and stomped out of the apartment down to her car. She
packed out some of her things and decided to take a drive down to the beach to get her mind off of things.
Her head pounded from the stress, and she put on the radio since she couldn't listen to her favorite tunes
anymore. Nothing but news, country and oldies on at the time (and not even the good oldies), so she drove
in near total silence simmering over the events of that morning. As she pulled into the parking lot at the
public beach, she pulled out her chair and sat on the beach until the sun slowly dipped under the horizon.
Jesus, had they woken up that late?? She looked down at her paws and realized she sat out too long without
sun block. Awwwugh. This just can't get any worse..!

As she started back towards her car, she looked around the parking lot and blinked. Once, twice... wait a
minute. This parking lot is empty. ...Literally empty. What the heck?! My car isn't here anymore! Her
heart pounded out of her chest. I... I forgot to lock the car?! And someone TOOK IT??



Lauren decided to just follow the train tracks home. They got more dangerous at night, with all the
homeless people setting up camp there after dark but she'd rather take the risk than go the longer way
home. Luckily for her, she didn't run into any problems. Surprisingly. The walk home gave her a lot
of time to reflect on her life. How did I ever let it get this bad? Her roommates treated her like
garbage, and she lived in a total pig sty. It's enough to make one deeply depressed, she thought, and
sighed. I'd given up long ago about my hopes in life... I'll never be able to get my stuff together, at
this point. She could never be a supermodel, her looks had faded long ago, and she just looked as
grayed on the outside as she felt on the inside.

I miss my old friends. I miss my old life. I want to go back.

As Lauren finally reached home, she threw her bag down and just sat on the floor and cried.
Sam and Shenra left her a note saying they had left for the weekend. No one came to comfort her.

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first love, is the best kind of love
(song warning :0)

Username: piqeon
Kalon Name: Ijda Le
Gender: doesn't remember?!
♥♥♥♥

for the one who didn't remember their name, he stuck somehow
It wasn't their wings that caused her a different childhood, but her condition
They say her mother, threw a coin in the pond and prayed for a bright, child
thatwould never forget her, even after her passing, but before the coin sank
to the bottom, a fish swallowed it, possibly unfulfilling her wish. It wasn't until
two years later the child could not remember themselves, nor her father's face
or voice it was only the gentle face and tone of her mother that she could
recognise. She'd watch the same episode at least five times in one sitting, before
their mother would realise why she heard Dora the Explorer cross the same bridge
over and over again. oddly enough, she remember every math equation, word
and phrase she ever saw and heard. A straight A student she was, the only one
who wasn't capable of remembering her own room. She had sat on the same table
rolled into it with the same office chair for years, but each time she opened the
door it was a new place, it was like moving to a new home but every day, the bed
got more comfortable and her mind had adapted to a new environment and
anticipated for it everyday.
she never complained, but it was hard to not be suprised

and the wings?
They came from her grandmother, a gene that passed every second generation,
giving the miracle that is the gift of flight. It was common in this civilisation, but
rare out side it. It wasn't questioned just accepted as an ordinary part of the world.
Theoretically, Ijda could fly and was taught how to at a young age but surprisingly
forgot how to and often cant remember why there are feathers on her back.
but she was her mother's angel nevertheless

영원한 루프

he was like eye candy, unhealthy yet addictive
it wasn't until the first job, she had somehow acquired did she finally remember the
eyes of a stranger, her blunted eyes became sharp as she saw in a brand new
perspective. She was capable of making a coffee with her eyes closed, but
when he ordered she had somehow spilt the milk and sugar all over the floor.
Her mind withdrew it's 22 year long stalemate with itself and noticed the bright
shade of his eyes as she, tried to clumsily clean up the mess. He almost tried
to hide his smile-chuckle back but with no use as it cracked through. She turned
even more pink, when she finished his order and shakily gave his coffee to him,
and used her apron to mask this away. Ijda couldn't stop thinking about him
almost as if he was the only one who filled the space of forgotten people, there
was lots of room for him there. Later she began to rehearse her name over and
over during her shifts. She'd practise it in front of the mirror, finally she had won
the war and captured the king.
he was on her mind longer than anything else she had ever thought about

who was he again?
Something about him, was just so intriguing, he was unlike anyone she had met
Ijda had caught a glimpse of him before, she dug in deep to try and find a scene
where she and he existed together in, nothing. A stranger, her favourite kind of
people. It came to her, he must have existed in another life or maybe he was
a quiet student that attended her college. Whatever it was it was love (at
least) first sight. It took a few days, but he came around again her heart
almost used to the fluttering by then, he visited each day after that, he
became a regular customer with Ijda becoming fonder of him every visit. She
was used to the slight smile when he ordered and the 50 cent tip she received
every time. She wrote his name on the cup everyday, yet could barely remember
it, she rehearsed it over and over like hers but could still memorise the first
few letters completely.
"O-S-W Oswald"
"yes?"
she paused, he spoke softer than he usually did, it was almost soothing to hear
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
"Of course Ijda Le, I sat behind you in science, you were the one who didn't
answer during role calls"
Ijda paused, it all came to her head, she remembered doing that so clearly
"Could you tell me more about myself I tend to-"
"Forget? I should know, I never got a conversation through you, you'd forget
the next day. It's okay, I stuck with you still through the years, we're
friends
...remember?"
he held her hand more gently than he spoke and whispered something in her ear,
she teared up akwardly, as if she forgotten how to cry,
"yes I do, Oswald Nguyen!"
and she could hear a victory inside her head

Kalon used