[peppermintleo]

|| We wish to share the story of our second chance with the valley, with the world.

||We shall whisper the story of our divine retribution to the wind to sing to everyone else.

||Heed our words, steal not a divine gem, the gods see all.

I . The Colorless One Before

The person I was before was bland
A kalon of greyscale, pitiful
One's whose mind was cynical
One with no fated plan
Only giving into greed's demand
Actions that were unforgiveable
The beginning of a greedy criminal
Crimes they didn't understand
It was meant to help them survive
In the beginning a worthy case
But their greed simply couldn't help it
It went past the need to thrive
A selfish pointless waste of space
The goal of a person so desperate

III . Frozen in Time

I didn't have time to scream
As my body turned to stone
This punishment to atone
I fell into a dark dream
One my self used to redeem
Surrounded by the dark unknown
I sat upon my criminal throne
One with a gorgeous blue gleam
Here I sat for a long time
Pondering my biggest mistake
Learning from what I did wrong
I felt the crack of the gem divine
My century tight prison break
Freed from my punishment long

II . The Divine Retribution

The heafty price of greed
They snuck through the night
Into a building guarded tight
A gemstone they didn't truly need
But their hands did succeed
Escaping, quiet was their flight
Gone without a single fight
With the powerful gem freed
Though their theft was seen
From the sky a power so divine
Struck the pointless thief down
Gods who would intervene
And force a power to deny
As the gem tumbled to the ground

IV . A New World

Waking to a new world on the ground
Pieces of our prison litter the dirt
As we stand our paws hurt
Bright yellow flowers surround
And they creep into our fur and around
Our new sunset fur with black stripes overt
Our woken body completely unhurt
We look around, absolutely astound
A valley filled with sunflowers
And greener than an emerald gem
Blue dancing like a salty sea wave
A new land we shall call ours
God that exculpate our mayhem
And a new chance we were gave.

V. A Promise

A chance to make ourselves better
Better than we once were
No longer a broken colorless waste
But now a child of the gods
Forgiven for our theft
Of the stone that adorns our body
And given a new life of happiness
Like the flowers that grow into our fur
We will not waste this second chance.


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[bluewingz]

RESSS THEY ARE BEAUTFUL

[sicknasty]

oh? my god?
also I am SO GRATEFUL this is not an impress me
res with a mortal who was given divinity against their will
had to learn the positive impacts of their powers

[synastry]

ahhh this baby is absolutely amazing I can’t even
You guys work so hard for these guyssss

[emball]

aaaaaaa
username;; isopod
kalon’s name;; lillian
kalon’s gender; ; female
poem;;
Illuminated halo of golden clouds;
Four eyes peer softly into the sky;
With mysterious intensity her aura shrouds;
The rising that is nigh.
The darkness rose and she could hear;
Her breath was nay a whisper;
She spied a figure coming near;
Appearing from the twister.
The figure loomed, but she stood strong;
She looked into his eyes;
The storm that he made all night long
Would soon be his demise.
She was but scared, her eyes aglow;
Her crystals shone of the sea;
At last she struck out, fast as a crossbow;
From wanting to be free.
She’d been encased so long ago;
In amber thick as snow,
But now she was a strong one
With her halo set aglow.
She struck her yellow paw at him,
He didn’t make a sound;
Her crystals glowed like fire;
She struck again, this time with power;
It filled her with desire.
At last the battle finished him;
And she victoriously roared;
She came out of the war a stronger creature
A better one than before.
I’m sorry this poem isn’t great but this kalon is ajdbsbd;; thanks for the opportunity <3

[theexileofkiem]

Mark!

[sobble]

Ileodreas | Female | 12 Centuries Old (approx.)

There is no glory in mere peasantry,
Hailing from parents who till the soils of war.
They died there, under the olive tree.
No remorse from the insignia they bore.

She inherited nothing in their wake.
No processions led as war came and went.
She gambled her service, no riches at stake...
Only to find her time was gone- her life spent.

Predestined to report under the ruler,
she was assigned to sail alongside the Odyssey.
Many men had met a fate much crueler,
She knew not of her entwinement with the sea.

Cast an oracle, with nothing in her eyes,
Ileodreas called upon Gods of lies.

Odysseus saw through her foolish disguise,
Granting refuge for a navigator.
Her foolish lies had pulled her heart to the skies.
Still, the Gods merely watched the fabricator.

Many met their demise, but still she remained.
Bound to the Gods that would not meet her eyes.
Through the isle of Circes no more was gained,
Though the Gods twisted fate against her demise.

Ileodreas was the oracle feigned,
Still the Gods came to know her name, she reigned.

Ileodreas was measure and true,
Even in her petulant, soiled disguise.
Odysseus held her in honorable view.
The Gods observed, striken in disbelief.

The oracle, though feigned, created her own name.
Odysseus took her into his crew,
The false prophet was written to fame.
Ileodreas began life anew.

The Gods foretold a light through rising eyes,
The Odyssey would seal a legacy.
Ileodreas would claim the final prize,
Embracing the God's Fabled embassy.

Though at the isle's edge he met her demise,
Enraptured by sweet Circe's docile guise.

The Gods took pity of the hero befell,
Granting the oracle a status anew.
The prophet had been cast from her mortal shell.
She returned with a light the Royals would rue.

The prophet was granted the light of the suns,
an armor of quartz impenetrable.
A new breath ran through the peasants lungs.
Her newfound power immeasurable.

She spoke with the wisdom of the deities,
The oracle was no longer a lie.
She was renowned by all societies...
No longer a victim to the King's cry.

Finally, she could see through a God's eye,
Her home in Olympus secured hereby.

Ileodreas - an orphaned peasant, worked for various townsmen before becoming an 'oracle'. Royals soon took notice. This gamble cost her freedom - Soon she worked aboard the Iliad. She has been assumed to have written The Odyssey. After death, she was exalted by the Gods for her invaluable service to Odysseus.

[LostInTheEcho]

A gentle soul, easy to smile. Doesn't take much space but let other, more unfortunate souls, take the space they deserve. More considerate of others than himself which leads to friends having to remind him to care for himself, at times.




All alone but trying to mend
No one here to hear your plea
When was the last time you had a friend
You're sitting here like a lost at sea

Oh, sweet flower, open to me
Don't keep yourself in disdain
I'll show you the best self you could ever be
Sometimes you need to take a little pain

We won't allow it all to be in vain
You have to remember, be wise
Even the best days may rain
So it comes as no surprise

But, I have always wondered why
It's raining from a blue summer sky

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All writing except poem: 50/50
Poem: 99

Username: LostInTheEcho
Kalon name: Aegis

[76heart]

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Hareta, The Clouds In The Sky
晴れた
has become clear/sunny / sunny in japanese
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76heart ● she/her
loosely inspired by let the river in - dotan
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the showers in may

the showers in april will bring flowers in may,
or at least, that is what they always say

the showers in april bring floods abound,
trouble and toil all around

they kill the just barely growing crops with too much water,
causing even the most knowledgable elders and skilled farmers to falter

they drown the homes stuck between the mountains,
filling them up like a high-walled fountain

the showers in april cause the wheels of carts to become stuck in thick mud,
trapping them until they can be pushed and pulled free by the forces of many with a loud thud

the showers in april bring the worst feelings of hurt and strife,
bring wounds that cut the heart deeper than any twisted knife

and all she can do is watch helpless from her seat in the clouds above,
wishing she weren't as useless as a flightless dove

she felt their anguish and grief as if it were her own,
desperately wishing she could step down from her heavenly throne

to lend them heir aid,
but she was stuck in place until her name was remembered and she was released from her cloudy cage

she could see it just over the mountain's end,
a place where they would always have thriving forests and flowers to tend

she wanted to scream it to them, to shout,
but they wouldn't hear her, they wouldn't even get the chance to doubt

so all she could do was watch in agony, hopelessly reaching for them with a despairing paw,
only for it to be pulled back sharply by the heaven's claw

until the day when one of her flowers of sun fell drifting to the ground,
in a place where it was promptly found

it had fallen on a long forgotten shrine,
something a young kit just happened to find

he looked to the sky with searching eyes,
and she felt she might finally have an answer to her desolate cries

she let another flower drift down some few feet away,
and the kit followed it to it's landing, watching it's final sway

for years she had watched in silent pain,
and now things may finally at last get their change

could she lead them with her flowers?
would they become her unknowing followers?

she felt hope begin to blossom again, a hope that things would be made right,
a hope that she could end their plight

she took off into the clouds, letting the flowers of sun fall as she went,
hoping the kit would follow and see what she meant

she lead him back to the broken homes where his elders poked their heads out
to see what the ruckus was all about

they soon too saw the flowers and joined in the chase
where she continued to lead them to a bountiful valley at the very end of the mountain's base

she continued to run with a trail of her flowers until she reached the end of the clouds,
listening to their faint joyful cries she heard spoken aloud

they at last saw the valley that could be their new town,
whooping with happy cheers all around

the showers in april no longer brought such strife,
they brought tears of happiness with bright new life

the showers in april let birds sing their beautiful songs,
their chests no longer filled with so much wrong

they brought flowers that grew beautiful and bright,
glistening with brilliance at something finally right

there were no more floods to ruin their land,
and instead all they had was reason to be glad

they gave smiles and joy,
a glorious place to play for each girl, they, and boy

the showers in april bring the flowers in may
and now it's exactly what they say

when the showers in april came again, her people were no longer affrighted,
and an ancient mistake had finally been righted



ahhh didn't have the time to code fffff
but basically she's a diety like dreamwork's jack frost from the guardians movie,
(though no one, including herself knows who/what she really is)
and she can't do anything without being believed in, and because her name
is lost, she's stuck watching as the salons are forced to settle in a dip between
two mountains which floods whenever it rains, until she realizes she can lead
them with her sun flowers

[sunnyfaerie]

{ hilaria heartia } || { female } || {"heart-chosen of the blesser"}
poem style: rhyming free-verse
(wip. orphan who finds a desert civilization and is eventually blessed by a goddess who takes a liking to her determination and sheer will to survive. teaches her of beauty after all her ugly hardships and grants her magic, allowing her to do the same to others: save them and let them see the beauties of life.

hark!- called none at the sweet life of morn
unto which a scrawny kit befit of naught was born
a liverish runt dumped in alley ruins was her birth
to which none but haggard vultures bore mirth
and they followed, squawking, harsh cries afloat
flights spun in dizzy circles, taking jests at the throat
of the sickly orphan, left to chance's cruel throes
as rawboned and sickly as her pursuit-bent foes

a day and half she roved through sun-blazed sands
withstanding beak'd snaps as she searched for lands;
lands of homes, lands of peace
lands of benevolence to which her pains would cease
for when she staggered out of alleys bare
she found none but enemies upon the air
and swathes of the desert in fate's mocking game
to which's hot winds threatened to light her aflame

as cruel curses befell her, luck had sprung as well
and in the closing embrace of death's hazing spell
she collapsed unto the border of a stone-walled city
whose citizens struck her stalkers and took light pity
and so, she awoke to bleached ceilings and warm glows
welcomed by lanterns and wreaths o' musk rose