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𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒: CrackerQuackerlll‖
𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒: Saoirse (sea-ur-sha)X/L‖
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𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇: Female      L‖
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"I'm gonna head over to the beach," Saoirse hollered out, already on her way.
"Don't forget the Laminaria!" Azalea hollered back.
Saoirse snickered. He can just use the word kelp.
"There isn't a need to use such big words, Az!" said Saoirse, already sprinting towards the waves.
She loved her brother dearly and loved it when they would walk down to the beach together, looking
for pretty seashells to make a necklace with, or baby hermit crabs which would always get stuck in
Saoirse's pretty long hair. Those were good times, but Azalea was always so busy with his medic job these days.
Saoirse now often went to the beach by herself, playing with the crystal clear waves and fluffy sea foam.
But not only did she play with the waves, but the waves played with her. Once after a visit to the beach, she
came home with rare pink conch pearls embellishing her hair, and in another time, she came running home with a
handful of beautiful emerald cat-eye shells. When asked where they had come from, Saoirse responded with,
"I didn't find them. The ocean did." It wasn't unusual for Saoirse to receive such special gifts from the ocean.
Ever since she was a child, she had a special connection with the ocean that no one understood. Not to mention her
wavy, sea foam-green coat and seastar-shaped shine.

It was as if she was born to be with the ocean.

Playful
Passionate
Spirited
Inquisitive

[76heart]

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come hang out - ajr ◆ little girl - faith marie ◆ la seine and i ◆ 幾年月 - mili
dear fellow traveler - sea wolf ◆ buy the stars - marina and the diamonds
brother sparrow - agnes obel ◆ if i believe you - the 1975 (cover)
never enough ◆ you - keaton henson ◆ fresh eyes - andy grammer
death with dignity - sufjan stevens ◆ look for sympathy - luciano rossi
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right from the very start, minette has always had a deep love and adoration
for music, and especially dance. every note is like magic to her ears, even
if she's heard it a thousand times. dancing is in her blood, in her veins, in
every part of who she is. she particularly loves dancing with a ribbon, either
by holding a small pole with a long ribbon attached to it, or the end of the
ribbon itself, so she can swirl it around with her twirls and create
mesmerizing shapes and patterns that are never the same as she dances.
there is nothing that brings her a greater joy, and she adores seeing all the
smiles on the faces of the kalons that come to watch her perform after her
part of the show is done. minette loves seeing that others love her dance
too, and it makes her so very happy to know that she's managed to touch
someone with what she loves.
minette also has a big heart, and cares a little too much for people, though
she's often too shy to show that side of her to anyone but her brother,
azalea, whom she hasn't seen in years. she also has a tendency to be a bit
too trusting towards strangers, opting to give them the benefit of the
doubt. she also tends to take criticisms to heart, and is often easily hurt by
the words of others, a downside of wearing her heart outside her skin. she
is fond of smaller, soft animals though, and even big gentle ones, and
around them, and on stage, she's able to gain some confidence and be more
strong, and more strongly show who she truly is.
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xxxKalons brushed passed and bustled all around her, scurrying to get ready for the performance that was about to start, their movements practiced and well known, movements that came as naturally to them as drawing breath after the hundreds of times they had done this before. It was too familiar now, too ingrained within all of them, including herself, for it all to function as anything but the most well oiled machine. They were a team, a family, a crew, and they had this down perfectly, without the slightest hitch to ever be seen.
xxx"The lights, remember to check the lights!" The Director shouted, his tail flicking about as he wandered through those present back stage, hurriedly checking everything before it was time for her show. If he had hands and arms like humans did, she was certain that he'd be madly flailing them all about in his frenzy.
xxx"They're fine sir, I just checked them. It's all set!"
xxx"Are you sure? Check them again!" He dismissed the other kalon's words with a flick of his tail, continuing on with his last minute inspection.
xxx"I'm sure, we don't have time to do another check without delays." The Director responded with a grumble she could barely hear, brushing it off again with a wave of his tail obviously displeased by the news. She found herself glad that by the time she would have to deal with him, that he will have had time to cool off and relax again. His temper was not one she wanted to mess with in the slightest; his words could be sharp and hurtful during his best days, she didn't even want to know what he was like on his worst ones.

xxxMinette jolted in surprise as she felt a puff of powder suddenly make contact with her face, blinking away the powders that drew near her hazel eyes, and coughing at what entered her mouth as she stare confusedly up at the make-up artist who had been tending to her hair only to end up dropping the powderpuff on her face. The girl's face, that of another young kit's close to her age, was frozen in a look of horror, mixed with fear. She was new, and clearly not used to the Director's habits and temper yet. Sympathy quickly ran through her; she knew what it was like to be in her situation, new, and very much afraid of all this new life had to offer. She offered the younger kit a reassuring smile as the girl stammered out an apology, fumbling over her words even with the smile. Minette frowned, and opened her mouth to try and calm the younger one. "It's quite alright, I promise. You don't need to worry." Minette soothed, her expression softening. She could still see a small tremble within the girl's form, but she no longer seemed as afraid. Slowly, she reached out a paw to rest upon one of the younger one's, offering her another soft smile before standing from the pillow she had been seated on while the girl made sure her long locks were presentable, and wouldn't trip her as she danced. She truly hoped that the touch would help the poor kit calm, and she wished that there was more she could do, but she was running out of time, and she still wasn't at all good with words. She wasn't even sure if she could trust herself not to say something that would make everything worse if she stayed there any longer, so with one final comforting smile toward the other kit, Minette stepped away from her, and went towards the curtains that would soon open, waiting for someone to pass her her ribbons, because for whatever reason, the Director didn't want her to keep track of them herself, despite how much easier that would all be if he just allowed her to do so.
xxxShaking her head silently, she pushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on her breathing, focused on getting into the perfect place of mind for her dance, a place of peace, void of turmoiling thoughts and all else that plagued her mind. All she needed to think about was the steps, the ribbon, the audience, her stage, her show, nothing else, nothing else mattered until the show's end, until it was done the show was all there was, the dance was all she was, her body just a vessel for it to move like a skillful puppeteer without any strings to hold her down. Deep breaths, in, out, in, out, just like that, deep breaths. She let out a soft sight that shook more than she had expected, her eyelids fluttering closed until she heard footsteps stop before her and they slowly opened to see someone holding out one of her ribbons, eager for her to take it.
xxx"It's time my dear, they've come to see you glow, to see your glow, your dance is just a bonus, now, go and give them a show." The Director told her with a grin causing her to falter and give a momentary frown as she accepted the ribbon hesitantly between her teeth. Her dance was only a bonus? They came only to see her glow? That, that couldn't be right, could it? So many kalons possessed a glow, she wasn't special, it was her dancing that drew the crowd.. right? She felt a lump rising in her throat. He had told her that if she joined him she'd be surrounded by so many who loved to watch her perform, to see her fluid movements, and the twirls of the ribbon as she swayed, he was probably just unused to doing this, to being the one to give her a little talk before she went on. It was likely nothing but him not quite knowing how to do so; he usually never gave her the ribbon after all, and honestly, the last time she could recall him doing so was actually her first performance. Still, something about his words and the way he said them sank to her stomach, and refused to leave even as she was pushed to her place and the large, red curtains began to part and rise, the telltale sign that a performance was about to begin. Minette took a deep breath as held her beginning pose, feigning a frozen state until the lights landed on her and she began to move.

xxxWith a precision and poise that could take some years to perfect, or even execute decently, she began to elegantly move across the stage, the light following her wherever she went, the audience's eyes all on her. For every movement she made, the long ribbon made two, rippling like a wave, like the surface of a lake after a pebble was dropped into it. It spun around her form with each leap she took, and swirled around her with every spin she gracefully made, moving like water, like fire, like trees and branches blown in the wind when the days of wind came, leaves carried off into the breeze. Her heart raced with the familiar exhilaration, the stage hard and firm beneath her paws, the soft music coursing through her veins as she moved to it, each and every note becoming her puppeteer, guiding her through poses upon poses. She danced with the notes, the songs, the ribbon, the air around her, rising to stand on her hind paws as she leapt, aiming to get the perfect twirl. The ribbon took on a life of it's own as she commanded it, twirling it as she moved, her movements done with care and precision, the ribbon flying through the air, swooping like a bird and rising back up like the sun, staying afloat, drifting through the air on gusts only it could feel until she let it fall and brought it up again, letting it block her from view as it spread out to it's thicker width and began to glide. Minette could feel her prior worry easing as she performed what she knew so well, what she was able to do with each beat of her heart, the dancing healing the doubt she had felt, like it always had when such a moment arose. This time though, it was unable to cure the lump I her throat that remained, and as she flew across the stage, dancing like flames, only half of her heart was in it, for the first time her focus was not completely on the steps she loved so dearly, the swirling ribbon she loved so much, the life she adored. The other half of her heart was on the words he had said, the mentions of her glowing paws, how her dance, her love, her life, her core, was only a mere bonus, a piece not made to draw such a crowd, and all she could do was wonder if she truly wanted her for her dancing, or if it was for something else, and he had finally slipped up, or felt he had pulled her so far in that she could no longer slip out of his grasp. The thought of it made her stomach feel sick, made her heart feel ill, and she desperately hoped that her present fears were not the case; dancing was her everything, her love, and showing it to others and seeing their smiles at it was her passion, and she didn't know what she'd do without it, didn't know what she'd do if she left the Director and once again found that no one else would take her, that no one would let a child dance, let alone perform. She continued to dance until the ballad's end, letting the ribbon come alive with the final few sounds, before letting it fall slowly, lifeless toward the ground as she reached the stage's center, bowing with her show's end, letting her ribbon die until the next night where it would rise again, and this all would repeat. Applause reached her ears, but this time she didn't hear it, not in her heart.

xxxHours later, after a sleep filled with restless turns and echoing words of her worries, when the morning's sunlight came, she awoke to the familiar sounds of packing. It seemed as if they were going to move to a new location, to a new place to perform. One of the dancers shoved roughly passed her with a scowl as she got to her feet, and she couldn't help but frown. What was that about? Why did they seem so incredibly displeased with her? Or perhaps, not at her, but bothered by something else, or the situation? As much as she hated to think they could be upset by something, she hoped that it was the latter; she didn't like having people upset with her, and it hurt her to know that she had done something wrong and not immediately tried to amend it. Minette took a moment to pause and breathe, glancing around her to see what was going on, and what she could help pack up. All that she had to call her own was her ribbons when the Director had her join a little over one year ago, and those were taken care of by one of the crew members in charge of caring for the props, so she never really had anything specific to pack up and move. When her head turned she saw the young kit from the day before, struggling with her materials, and she quickly went over to help, gracefully dipping under the load so the weight was mainly on her back. She offered the smaller kit a smile, and this time the girl returned it.
xxx"What's you're name?" Minette asked softly as they walked to the carriage, shouldering the load together.
xxxC-Colette." She stuttered, her voice soft, sounding as if it were rarely used. There was a sweetness to it though, a slight chime to it that made her sound like beautiful ringing bells, and she hoped that someday she'd get to hear more of it.
xxx"Minette." She gave the younger kit, Colette, another smile. It was nice to know another her age, and even nicer to know that they were paired together, and that she had someone as sweet as her to do her hair.

xxxA few days later, and they were at their next city, a new location to which she had never been before. It was much fancier than what she was used too, an oddity amongst a world mostly destroyed by time and horrendous mistakes filled with greed of the past. There also seemed to be an abundance of kalons on the richer side here as well, which was another thing she wasn't used to. While she may look well groomed and quite pristine, there was a time where she had only been able to get by by begging for food on the streets, without a single coin to spare, a time where she had grown with nothing. Her ribbons had been all she had then too, and she had put nearly all of her focus in keeping them cared for and clean. Nevertheless, she could tell this was important without the words needing to be said. Their Director would certainly be getting a lot of coin for this, and that meant they could do more shows, go new places, and take in new dancers and other performers that seemed to fit their elegant troop. She could hear the applause and cheers from outside of the curtain as another dancer finished up their set and she waited by the entrance for her turn to go on stage. The words from before, so ingrained into her brain, that interrupted her sleep and filled her heart with worry still swarmed through her head, but she tried to ignore them as best she could, though her attempts unfortunately weren't going too well, and she could feel the terrible thoughts slinking deeper and deeper inside her mind, twisting her thoughts and bringing the nerves back to her chest she hadn't felt in years. A dancer was who she was, with the stage as her home, and the ribbons as extensions of herself, her friends, why would she ever feel stage fright when she was home with her friends? Now though, her stomach tossed and turned while she waited, ripping her apart from within. Would these people like her dance? Was that why they were here?
xxxHer head snapped to the side as soon as the sounds of approaching footsteps reached her ears, and she felt her insides twist even more when she saw who it was.
xxx"Ah my dear, we've got a big show tonight. A lot of expecting people to please." His voice came out in a honeyed grin, his tone a smooth growl. She stayed silent, her gaze casting down toward her paws.
xxx"Darling, chin up. They've all paid to come see you, your glowing paws. They're a rarity, you're a rarity my dear, we cannot let them down, you must give them a good show." His words pierced right through her. She quickly stood, taking a step away from him, her eyes widening.
xxx"You lied to me! You told me people would want to see my dancing!" Minette reminded, taking another step back. He quickly rose, his tail lashing back and forth menacingly, a warning that she had just tread into dangerous lands. She swallowed, her ears pressing against her skull.
xxx"Oh my dear, how naïve can you be? Dancing? I have tons of dancers, why would they want anymore? What makes you special against all of them? They've trained for years, their lives."
xxx"I trusted you!" Minette growled, not even bothering to quiet her voice so others wouldn't hear. He let out a snarl, and before she could get away, he was looming over her, his eyes a burning glare, dangerous, and very real.
xxx"You're trust was misplaced." He hissed, his face mere centimeters from hers. "You made a deal with me, my dear, I get you off the streets, I save you, give you an opportunity to dance, all you've ever dreamed of, and you just perform for me, with all of the coin you gain being mine. Now, go out there, and fulfill you're end." The Director snarled, his voice scarily calm, scarily quiet. She shivered, holding his gaze for a moment before looking down in defeat. She had nothing but her ribbons. No matter how much she hated him now for lying to her, for being so twisted and cruel in ways she had been too blind to see before, he was all she had, the only place she had to go, and she had made a deal with him, given him her binding word, and that was something she could not break. A stage hand hurried over to her to deliver her one of her two ribbons, their sea green color showing against the black of the ground back stage, and she begrudgingly accepted it, and headed out to perform with a heavy heart, it's pieces slowly shattering, like the glass of a delicate snow globe that fell from it's shelf, or a ballerina atop a music box that realized it could never be free. She felt like that ballerina now, the one in pretty pink, eternally twirling whenever her song was played. She shed a tear as she danced with her ribbons, and it fell to the ground with a splash that seemed mountainous.

xxxWhen her performance was finished, and she headed back behind the curtain's stage she was unsurprised to see the Director there waiting, looking at her with a victorious grin, and eyes that betrayed his darkness. She was surprised however, to see an unfamiliar kalon waiting by him. She was young for an adult, with a softness to her features that was gentle and kind, a softness that made Minette feel like she could trust this woman, a lot more than the Director.
xxx"Ah my dear, sweet, Minette. You have a visitor, she's come to applaud you on your dancing." He finished with a venom only she was able to detect after their previous words, and she shivered. How had she not noticed his wickedness before? Not picked up on any of the signs for an entire year?
xxxWith a dip of his head toward them both, and a devious grin in his young dancer's direction, he left, leaving her alone with the kindly looking kalon.
xxx"You are a great dancer Minette, I see great potential. I would love if you'd come dance with my dancers and I, if you are able to leave here, or want to." She murmured softly, her voice even kinder than she seemed. Minette felt some hope returning again, hope she had so quickly lost when he told her the truth.
xxx"Are you sure?" Minette asked, fearing it may be some sort of trap, though unable to hide the hope I her voice.
xxxOh yes, of course! Your dances, and your work with your ribbons is so beautiful. I hope I can see how well you perform with your heart into it." The older kalon offered her a sweet smile, and then stood carefully. "I should be going now, before your friend comes back, but should you wish to join me, seek out a Bernadette here." With that, and one last gentle smile, she turned and left, her gait that of a dancer. As she watched her leave, Minette could only help but smile with a joy she hadn't truly felt since her last performance. She had an offer, she could get away from the Director, she could be free and perform elsewhere, wherever she wished, where people would come for her dance and not her glow, under a kalon woman who was kind with no intent to use her, but now the question was how, how was she going to get away?

[whim]

dropping - ended up not having any ideas :c
best of luck to everyone else, however!

[mellow yellow.]

Mark

[Chickpea]

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Res may reuse a entry from a different kit but I am not Sure if it fits yet

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username: honeystorm.wishes
kalon name: acacia
kalon gender: female
number of kalons owned: two

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··ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ; ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ﹖··


when you compare the pair of siblings, from a first glance, most will see that acacia is
the more mature of the two, being more reliable, down-to-earth, and far less likely to
make some sort of rash decision in comparison to her brother. acacia is often seen with
either a a calm smile or distraught scowl on her face, yet her actions with almost alwa
ys be gentle, a fear of hurting others hidden beneath her dark gaze.

often described as antisocial and quiet, acacia is a heavy thinker, often ending up look
ing through both the good and the bad of almost any situation, some sort of a solution
in her mind for everything. due to this, she, unlike her brother and his medicines, has t
urned to spells and magic; causing her to be known as a growing witch within the villa
ge she calls home. acacia is hard-working and won't hesitate to spend too much time l
ooking through spell books of her own creation and others to make sure that that spell
she's currently working on will be absolutely perfect with no chance of going wrong. it
has lead to many sleepless nights for the witch, but, "trial and error is the only way to
get things done" she says, "especially in a world as unforgiving as the one we live in."

the young kalon is a self-denying hopeless romantic, her somewhat cold exterior melt
ing away at the sight of almost any pretty boy that she meets. but, if she notes that an
yone else has noted the stricken look in her eyes, her immediate response is to retort
with something along the lines of: "i'm working on a love potion! i don't feel things for
mere strangers, stop with your petty accusations-"

often seen with the many spell books and ancient texts she has strapped to her back,
acacia is very studious and highly intelligent for someone of her age, and when she's
not practising the series of spells she's written, or got her nose buried in some book,
she can be found exploring through the forests that surround the village. she's a strong
believer of the thought that destiny has a story for anything that lives, and it's up to
the individual to discover both themselves and the story that has been written out for
them.

··ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ; ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ﹖··﹖

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"an acacia growing strong"

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» your reality - dan salvato
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» the good in me - jon bellion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» panic room - au/ra
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» who do you love - mariana's trench
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» bad blood - bastille
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» flaws - bastille
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» things we lost in the fire - bastille
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» i'm born to run - american authors
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» cut my hair - mounika., cavetown
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» i was feeling down, i found a nice
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwitch and we're friends - in love
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith a ghost
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» we've never met but can we have a
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcup of coffee or something - in love
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith a ghost
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» controlla - idealism
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» 5:32pm - the deli

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[NaCl]

dropping. good luck everyone!

[sillies]

antique res

[Grian]

Username:
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Kalon name:
lilian
Kalon gender:
female
Number of Kalons owned:
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— Max Ehrmann, Desiderata

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