[kolyakun]

Mark!!

[Meridiem]

Username: Meridiem
Kalon Name:
Item: Description of 200 words or 1 art work
Story: Up to 1000 words

Wip

[gloomurai]

Username: angst™
Kalon Name: Sebastian
Item: res w/ an old journal
Story: wip

[Thani]

A precious child. Marking to watch !!

[Lilitha.]

im crying,, soft mark..

Username:
Kalon Name:
Item: Description of 200 words or 1 art work
Story: Up to 1000 words

[Jippy]

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§ 𝖀𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊: Dreamlight § 𝕶𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓 𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖊: Bishop Myun §
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𝕴𝖙𝖊𝖒:
The Bishop, a beautifully crafted chess piece, made from an indestructible glass/crystal like material. It holds an mysterious opaque purple color. It glimmers with iridescence in the sunlight, radiating all kinds of colors. It’s shaped in a traditional Bishop chess piece and is said to be made from the God that created the world. It has an intricate silver lining that runs up and down the piece, it illuminates in the dark, making the whole sculpture appear to glow.
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𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞:
Welcome to the magical world of Chessantra, created by the god of chess, Ludus Latruncularius. When Ludus created the world, he wanted chess to be the solution, so he wove together the traditional pieces of chess, blowing magic that brought them to life. When the world would fall into despair, and when the people were divided, only then would his chess pieces reveal themselves from hiding. They would chose a successor to bear the role of the player by glowing in the presence of their bearer. To avoid bloodshed and terror, the war would be settled through a game of chess. Once the pieces chose their players. The game would begin. However, the rules are a bit twisted then your classic chess.

Choosing the right moves was key but you had to have strength and character, a pawn could beat a knight if the situation was handled correctly, and in the end, the players had the final say in the move. The people are the pieces, and the world was their game board. When checkmate falls upon one team, the winning team would be awarded a powerful weapon, said to have belonged to Ludus himself. With that weapon, they would be able to crush the opposing team, making them the victor. The players lives are tied to the pieces, you either win or die trying.

Ugh. Do you know how many jokes I’ve heard about being named Bishop and being the Bishop. I’m tired of being treated like a hero, all I am is gonna be a martyr. My parents are gone thanks to this stupid war, yeah right like I’m gonna help stop it. Curse you stupid Ludus. Why did you have to make this so complicated. If it weren’t for you, maybe I wouldn’t be stuck with some high and mighty responsibility. Ya think I have the guts to kills someone because their bonded to life and death cause of your dumb chess pieces. I barely have the strength to keep going everyday. I hate this world. I’m just scared.

I remember the day I was chosen, it was pretty funny. That’s saying something by the way, cause I normally don’t even remember what I had for breakfast or if I even had breakfast. I was passing through town when a suddenly a beam of light lit up. I kept walking but suddenly, I heard a stampede, like horses?! I turned and a gigantic mob of people ran towards me. Scared for my life, I started running, and they kept chasing me. Then I realized, I was glowing. I don’t know how that small detail escaped me but it did. The group eventually caught me, explaining that they were giving me the Bishop not trying to kill me. That’s when I learned of all this madness. Some say I’m lucky and others say I’m bitt, but I’m just a cursed soul. Please don’t pity me, it’d be nothing but a waste of time. I’m tied to this stupid crystal that everyone thinks is gonna save them all. Sorry to disappoint you, but I highly doubt it. No one even knows how this game really works, all the facts we know are stories. Not facts. Stupid God won’t even come down and explain. Also don’t tell me to get more vocabulary words, stupid works just fine.

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[lovestruck]

username lovestruck
kalon name Winston
item
story
Winston’s violet paw brushed over the worn pink cover of his first fashion sketchbook. The once glimmering glitter that covered the front had faded to a dull sparkle, and yellowing pages had begun to fall out of the book. His name had been written on the front in kittish, chicken scratch lettering. Winston remembered the very day he received the journal, when he was a very young kit. He’d been doodling models and clothing everywhere, and one day his mother came home with the journal, so he could sketch all his creations in it. Winston smiled faintly at the memory. They’d never had much and his mother didn’t eat that night, just for him to be happy. He vowed one day he’d make her proud when he became a world class fashion designer. Now, he was in a class with many other talented designers- and he needed inspiration for an upcoming show. He had hoped the old sketchbook would spark some of his childhood creativity.
Winston turned the page, and chuckled softly. It’s strange, when you look at your old work, knowing you were once so proud of it. You improve, and then it’s nothing to you anymore. On the first page was a disproportionate scribble of a mannequin, clothed in a white dress with a red floral print. Compared to his current sketches’ creativity and design, this sketch was novice, but it had so many memories within it; showing it to his mother, and her praising him, before suggesting he make it real. That was the first thing he’d ever sewn, with her help. It was a bit of a mess, with stitches everywhere, but he was proud nevertheless. Grinning softly, Winston reached under his bed and pulled out the box containing the dress. He ran a paw over the soft, silky fabric and was filled with a rush of memories. He’d worn it to school, expecting awe, and praise- but instead he simply got stares and teasing. Shaking the bad memories from his head, Winston flipped the page. Ah, yes, the blue blouse. Made of a shimmering fabric, it was lose and draped over the body effortlessly, allowing for movement. And the next page, the suit he’d designed, with koi embroidered on the sleeves, made of a dark green satin. It was a beautiful sketch, one comparable to the ones he made now. Winston remembered designing it, for his father, when he was on the deathbed, ill. He passed before Winston ever had a chance to show it to him. Winston needed something original for his next show, and this would be it. In such a small sketch, so much emotion was held, for his father. He ripped the page out of the sketchbook with just a bit of regret, and continued flipping through the pages. It would be interesting, to show others his past creations for the school fashion show. He was in charge of making three designs for the show, as were the other eleven kalons in his class. He had to be the best, for he’d heard rumors of prestigious designers coming to watch, as his school was always known for their fashion program. Winston came upon another extremely meaningful drawing. His paws began to shake heavily and a tear trickled down his cheek. An iridescent, colorful fabric shirt, under a translucent white parachute jacket embroidered with a rainbow was on this page. This was what he had dreamed of wearing when he came out. Even when he was very young he knew he liked boys, and that, yeah, it was against the norm. He still hadn’t told his mother yet, although he was sure she suspected. Winston wipes the tears from his cheeks, and looked for his final sketch. He only had room for one more design, and it would have to be special. He finally came upon the perfect one, towards the end of the book. It was a messily drawn male kalon, wearing a pink shirt. On the shirt, the words “love like it’s your death day” were embroidered in black. The model had on fishnets and glossy black boots, as well as knee length denim shorts, with phrases painted all over them, such as “love yourself,” “it’s ok,” “boys love boys like girls do,” “I miss him,” and “endure.” Winston grinned. This single outfit summed up his emotion and his life. He should’ve taken advantage of his father before he died, and he should’ve embraced who he was instead of hiding it from the world.
Winston grabber his sketches, and ran to the sewing room, excited to get started, and to show the world the real him.
[776/1000]

[SaltyBirb]

Username: SaltyBirb
Kalon Name: Aiden
Item:

Story:
"doot...doot...doot"
"Only a few more minutes!" Aiden exclaimed as he clenches his phone."Come on!! Go through!"
"doot...doot..do-"
He gasped "Ma! Where are you?!"
"Almost there~ just wait a sec... I left something in the car hahaha forgive me but I'll be there in a minute!" an exhausted voices replied.
"Don't worry, take your time. There's still a few minutes left before the meteor shower starts, I'm just too excited!!!" He replied back with a small giggle of excitement.
"ok ok, dear!" His mom sighed as she finally reaches the top of the hill.
"Ma!!" Aiden ran as fast as he could and hugged the life out of his mom "I.. I miss you" he sniffled.
"Oh god haha your such a crybaby, come 'er" she gently hugged back. "Oh! By the way, I brought this. Look familiar?"
She handed Aiden an old telescope, It has a gold cap with a flower like engraving and...two cute little stickers?
"Ah! It's the gift you gave me on my 10th birthday! I'm glad that you found it." He hugged her even tighter.
"Hey~ careful with the hugging, I'm not that young anymore." she chuckled "I remembered how worried you were when you weren't able to find it. You had to leave after because of your flight."
"Yea, I remembered that. It felt like a part of me was missing. I just loved this so much, I'm super happy that you gave me this!" He held the telescope while remembering how he would always camp out with his parents and eat smores while stargazing till midnight. He felt a huge nostalgia seeing how worn out the stickers were.
"I'm also glad that you liked it very much, now shall we prepare for the meteor shower?" she asked. " I have marshmallows ready for smores~!"
Aiden gave a huge smile and proceeded to get the things set up for the meteor shower.
[316/1000]

clepsydree

[SilhouetteStation]

Username: SilhouetteStation
Kalon Name: Shannon Marx
Item: A black, slightly chipped photo frame he keeps in his room; in it, a ticket from the first concert he went to, surrounded by a border of multiple colored pieces of crumpled confetti (200)
Story:

"Here okay?"

No response. The driver looked up into the rear vision mirror. His passenger was sitting rigid in the back seat, looking nervously out of the window, playing with a strap on their backpack.

"Sir?"

He jumped in surprise. "Oh! Sorry, what was that?"

"Is here okay?" The driver repeated, nodding outside towards the sidewalk he'd just pulled up to. "I'd go further, but…"

Ahead, people were spilling across the street from all directions. The passenger's grip tightened on their bag.

"Fine, thanks," they forced out, giving the driver a quick smile before opening the door and stumbling from the vehicle.

The car drove off.

And he was alone.

He glanced around him; there were already so many people. Checking the road, he hurried forward to trail behind a group making their way across. The stadium loomed up in front of him, but before the entrance doors, lines and lines of people. Barricades had been set up to keep people from going inside. Most were sitting down, knowing there was still a long wait. He found the end of the line, and sat down.

A mix of adrenaline and anxiety was bubbling inside of him, and he was glad to feel the hard concrete beneath him to ground him. All he could hear was the excited babble of those around him. Within seconds people had sat down on his other side. Looking up towards the front, he hated to think how early they'd gotten here to claim those places.

He let out a shaky breath. This was ridiculous, how did he think this was a good idea? That he, Shannon Marx, the boy who couldn't make it through the first episode of Stranger Things, would go to a concert. Alone.

As time went on, and he watched his shadow shift with the moving sun, he began to suspect the person sitting next to him was alone as well. They didn't speak to anyone, just sat with their headphones in, humming and tapping their fingers. He seemed very relaxed.

A short time later he felt a tap on his shoulder, and jumped. It was the boy next to him.

"Sorry," he said, giving him a sheepish grin. The warmth in his voice seemed to put Shannon at ease. "Could you hold my place for a few minutes while I go to the bathroom? I've been waiting ages for the diner to open."

The diner in question was joined to the stadium, and opened in the evening for people to buy food. And, Shannon guessed, a decent bathroom.

"Yeah, sure," he replied, and the boy gave him a grateful smile as he stood up. "Thanks! Won't be a tick." Shannon watched as he weaved his way through the crowd, and it was about ten minutes later when he returned and sat down with another grin.

"Thanks," he repeated. "Love that place. The red velvet walls and poster frames? Love it."

"Red velvet walls?" Shannon asked in wonder. "You haven't been to this venue before?" The boy asked, and he felt his face heat up. "I've actually never been to a concert before."

"Oh!" He sounded surprised, but then gave him a friendly smile. "Well I hope this is a good first. I'm Juno," he added.

"Shannon," he replied, giving a nervous smile in return.

While they waited, they talked. Shannon found him very easy to chat to. In fact, he found him quite charming. Out of anyone he could have met, he was glad it was him.

Dusk fell. Excitement grew. The crowd was ushered forward. It became cramped, but the two of them stayed close together. Those at the front had their tickets in hand, ready to rush inside and claim a spot closest to the stage. Shannon was fine waiting, and once both of them were inside, felt another kick of nerves.

They followed the crowd into the main area, and he immediately felt dwarfed by the enclosed space and high stadium walls. He followed Juno as they climbed up and found seats.

"You okay?" He asked, and Shannon forced a smile and nodded. He received a sympathetic look. "Don't worry," Juno reassured him, "you'll have the time of your life."

It wasn't long before the lights dimmed. The crowd started cheering. A familiar bass line began to play, a few colored lights flashed, a figure appeared on stage; the crowd roared.

And all of his fear melted away.

The music pulsed through him, filling his ears, his mind, his heart. Beside him, Juno was singing, along with everyone else. Without thinking, Shannon began to sing too.

He didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Staying quiet would have felt wrong. This was a place of exhilaration, and togetherness; a room full of perfect strangers being connected by a shared love. It was a night you wouldn't forget.

It ended all too soon, in a burst of lights and confetti, and he was left breathless and laughing. "I told you, didn't I?" Juno asked, eyes shining, voice raspy. Shannon could only nod.

"C'mon," Juno said, making his way down towards the arena floor. Shannon followed, slightly confused. "What are you doing?" He asked, watching the other boy as he picked up the small bits of wispy paper from the floor "Getting confetti," he replied, like it obvious. "I always take some as a keepsake."

Shannon did the same, picking up two of each color. "I frame mine," Juno continued, "with the ticket. Makes for a good memory whenever I look at them."

"That's a really good idea," he mused. "I might do that too."

They walked outside together into the crisp night air where crowds still lingered, waiting for rides.

"We should do this again sometime," Juno announced, and then more shyly, "I mean, if you wanted to…"

"Yeah!" Shannon said, and then blushed, embarrassed by how eager he sounded. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

They swapped numbers.
They swapped smiles.

Two perfect strangers became much more.

(996/1000)

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the other Kal used in this story is my boy Juno

[Mimu]

Username: mimu
Kalon Name:coraline
Item: A white silk blanket.
Story: Up to 1000 words