[colambo]

this kal is literally a dream??? i would probably not win with the huge competition of other talented ppl but dAMN?? it has the aesthetic of 1990 phantom of the opera

hesitant res,,

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[cribunni]

username. aloe~


[ Dar-ee-ah ]

rumor. It was early December when it happened. The streets were cold and barren of their usual bustling crowd. The merchants along the road had long since packed up there stands; leaving nothing but the remnants of life behind them. Not even the beggars remained, for they too were weary of this place. The wind picked up and died down rhythmically, acting as mother nature’s corrupted lungs. Stray flyers glided across the crumbling cobblestones of the road, catching themselves up on the splintered remains of a door, before drifting back down to the soiled earth. The king had banned all entry there after the incident, but there was no doubt that it would remain vacant had he not. It was a horrific scene, truly. Scorch marks trailed along the houses and establishments along the road, glass and wooden frames of windows and doors scattered along the now busted cobblestones. Bricks from buildings that once stood tall now lay destroyed along the street, the buildings they once belonged to now nothing but a skeleton of crumbled stone. In the center of it all stands the well-house, quite strangely completely untouched. In ink black charcoal spirals a strange star surrounding the small building. Blood red symbols dance around the exterior of the star, standing out starkly against the dull grey stone. A giant scorch mark stretches out from the center of the star, it’s blaze reaching to the buildings several feet away. It happened late in the night, the full moon casting haunting shadows through the street. Bystanders tell the story of a strange looking woman speaking in toungues; a language they say is like nothing they’ve ever heard. They say she stood at the edge of the center of the star, arms lifted out to her sides. They say her mismatched eyes glowed in two different shades, one of the brightest gold and the other of the darkest night. Her mouth snapped shut, cutting off the chanting. The quiet that followed was almost deafening. Suddenly, there were flashes of light all around the street, and to the townsfolk’s horror, eyes began to blink themselves into exsistence. They were plastered onto buildings, on the cobblestones that made up the street, even on the woman’s scarf before them. The silence erupted into noise as a figure, draped in fire, appeared before the woman. The witnesses all had differing accounts of what this creature looked like, although almost all of them recalled that it had an unusual amount of eyes. The creature smiled, and opened its mouth to speak the same strange language the woman had been speaking prior. She spoke back, and they seemed to converse back and forth. And then they went quiet. The woman turned her attention towards the houses on the road, gaze cold and unforgiving. She spoke again, but this time, say the citizens, she spoke in English. They all strangely recall that she said roughly the same thing, “They’re yours.” That’s when the creature broke from the star, a cloak of fire following it. It left destruction in its path, a fiery ball of rage and fury. The citizens took cover, some trying to take on the monster. Their fates were not good ones. When the creature was finished, it joined the woman once again. They talked back and forth, before the creature materialized in an inferno, disappearing completely. The eyes gazing through the dark of the night gave one last blink before they, too disappeared. The citizens say the woman carefully overstepped the fires, calmly making her way down the now destroyed row of houses and businesses, until turning the corner and disappearing completely. This part of the rumor is where every individual’s story conjoined; because every single person on that street said the same thing. As the woman passed, they could all swear that they saw her head scarf watching them. Sketches of the horrifying ‘Witch of Eyes’ were plastered all around the kingdom, in the hopes that someone would find this sorceress and take care of her for good. The only parts of the black and white sketches that was in color was her eyes, and the people of the kingdom can’t help but notice that it looks like the poster’s eyes follow as someone walks by.
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what actually happened. A loud crashing noise woke the man from his slumber, sending him flying forward upright. He scrambled for his sword, only to find a paw kicking it several feet to the side of his makeshift fire pit. He leapt to his paws, flinging his arms up to protect his face. Dariyah whirled her axe around, smacking the narrow hilt across the man’s torso. He cried out as he fell to the ground, struggling against the weight of her powerful paw planted deeply into his chest. “Where is it?” Dariyah snarled through bared teeth, her muzzle curling into a grimace. “I don’t have it.” The man spat at her, reaching his paws around her ankle with sharp claws. She was mostly unaffected, although he knew she would be. Dariyah pressed harder into his chest, mismatched eyes narrowing as the man yelped. She angled her axe down, resting the blade below his chin. “Where. Is. It.” Dariyah snarled each word, the rage apparent in her voice. “Fine!” He mumbled out, fumbling with the ribbon around her ankle. “It’s in the kingdom! In this small row of shops n’ stuff. You just have to pop into the old lady’s Tarrot Shop. She’s blind, you just have to be quiet to take it.” Dariyah stood back upright, bringing her paw off of his chest. He huffed, flipping over on his belly and struggling to stand. She grinned at him, twisting her axe back into its pouch on her belt. “Thank you for the info! I’ll make sure to tell your master who I have to thank for finding him.” The man snarled, eyes filled with rage. Dariyah began the long trek towards the dim lights of the Kingdom in the distance, the sky above the vast desert turning blood red and purple.
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Dariyah arived in the Kingdom just as the sun had completely set, the sky missing all signs of life. The streets were quiet and nearly vacant, tall buildings casting long shadows down the rows of houses. Dariyah slunk down the street, hugging closely to the wall. She rounded a corner, and then another, before she found a central row of shops and houses. Dim light spilled from the windows like water, the street quiet except for soft music playing from the main source of light on the street. The light belonged to a small building, it’s door slung open and barely hanging on by the hinges. A record player stood by the door, it’s needle scraping against the record and playing a scratchy song. Dariyah made her way across the street, pausing to read the wooden sign nailed loosely above the door: “Ms. Posh’s Tarrot Shop”. Dariyah slowly craned her neck, stepping completely through the door and scanning the small shop. It was dimly lit with candles, wax dripping down the counters and bookshelves littered around the room. Strange plants and statues surrounded the tall wooden counter, skulls of various animals hanging from strings on the ceiling. Dariyah shuffled around the messy store, jumping in surprise as a curtain made of beads rattled across the store. An old woman appeared, smiling slowly at her. “Hello dear. Help yourself to whatever you’d like.” The kalon’s voice was strangely young sounding, as if it didn’t belong to her. “Well, I was told I could find something of importance here. Do you have any books with.. uh-“ “Eyes?” Ms. Posh smiled again, ducking behind the counter. Rustling noises came from beneath, until she emerged again; this time with a thick leather-bound book. She set it on the table, blowing the dust from its cover. “Here it is. The Book of Vision.” Dariyah smiled, digging out her pouch of coins. She looked up as Ms. Posh loudly slid the book over, a strange look on her face. “Take it. But please be careful. Bad things can come from that book.” Dariyah nodded, wrapping her paws around the book and turning to walk out the door. A rattling noise stopped her, and as she turned, so did the skulls hanging from the ceiling. Dariyah passed it off as wind, but she knew very well that it was completely windless that night.
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Dariyah shifted through her belongings, grabbing another piece of charcoal. She bent back down, sketching her last few lines on the ground. Stepping back, Dariyah looked her work over. A perfect star had taken place on the cobblestones, swirling symbols surrounding the star. She opened the book, beginning to chant in a different language. The wind began to pick up around her, her chanting growing louder and louder. Dariyah’s eyes flowed brightly in the night, paws raised out to her sides. A loud flash of fiery red light appeared in the center of the star, before dimming down to a low burn. Dariyah looked up from the book, grimacing at the creature in front of her. “Hello again, Dariyah. It’s been awhile.” The creature smiled, it’s fangs glowing in the inky blackness of the street around them. “Abbadon.. you’re back again.” Abbadon laughed, fire cascading around his tall horns. “Now Dariyah, you know I can’t get back into this realm. Well, not without help. It’s simply been my followers doing things for me.” Dariyah snarled, eyes burning. “The curses need to stop. The kalons in this demension don’t deserve to be tortured by your-“ “Vision spells?” “It that’s what you want to call them.” Abbadon grinned again, more flames dancing around him. “Eyes are a very powerful thing, Dariyah. They’re the windows into the soul. They can tell you amazing stories, and the most amazing lies.” Dariyah sighed, rubbing her eyes. “Look, you need to leave this dimension, and call off your followers.” She turned back, noticing the kalons along the street watching their conversation, which of course they probably couldn’t understand because of Abbadon’s language. “They’re not yours to take.” Abbadon scowled, the fire floating around his legs picking up pace, turning into a raging flame. “You think your puny star can keep me hostage? I’m never going to stop, until every last one of these mortals know what it’s like to be left in the dark.” Abbadon blew apart the star, flying from the center of the street in a whirlwind of fire. He left destruction in his path, eyes blinking themselves to life. Dariyah launched herself behind the fountain, waiting for the noise to die down before she slowly rose herself onto shaky paws. The street was in tatters, flames sprouting everywhere. She could hear screams and yells from the distance, and see running figures. She growled under her breath, carefully picking up the book and making her way down the street. She mumbled under her breath, flipping through the book. She felt her head scarf blink itself into exsistence, and turned the corner sharply. She paused, looking around the barren side street, before snapping her fingers and materiaizinng into the shadows.

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[mynameisbacon]

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[Kurai.]

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[χaphan]

Username: Ðestiel

Name: Aio

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“Are you sure that’s the thing the cards say?” The words were sounding a bit shaken, the sound of worry could be heard in there completely. “I do not control what the cards say, ma'am - I’m simply the messenger - the mouth of the words they speak” Aio looked down at the cards once more before letting out a small sigh. She looked up at her customer before quickly looking down again. She was forming a sentence in her head when the voice of the lady in front of her came through “That can’t be true?! I don’t see any bad cards on the table whatsoever - you’re bloody lying!” Aio looked up again, with a horrified look on her face. Before she got around to it the lady stood and started to storm out the small cosy room. Aio got up as well and followed the lady into the front room, where she was putting her coat back on “Listen, I-I can give you another reading…” Aio mumbled looking at the lady with heartbroken eyes “I do not want any other ‘readings’ from you! You’re just a big phoney!” The lady had a meaner tone to her voice now. The lady took a hold of the handle and swung the door open. The cold winter air came rushing in and filled the room - leaving it cold and empty “Let me at least give you your money back!” Aio then yelled after the lady, but it was far too late. The lady was out the door and was rushing down the street in a fast phase. Aio stood there for a while, looking after the third person that had left her shop today, in rage. Aio moved her paw up to the open sign and flipped it around, leaving the sign at the ‘Sorry we’re closed’ part. She then pushed the door close, really slowly and shank down in front of it - warm tears started to form in her eyes. They left running trails down her face. After a while, Aio looked around in the front room. Some of the lights she had lit had been blown out from the wind. With a heavy sigh, Aio pushed herself off the ground and walked over the to remeaning candles. She quickly blew the rest of them out, before she walked into the back room again. Her eyes went to the small, low table in the middle of the small room. The cards were still laying there neatly almost as if nothing had happened. Aio stared at them for a while, before she kneeled down on the pillows next to the table and started to collect the cards. She put them back into their little box and closed them off. She then walked around the room, taking out the rest of the remaining candles in this room. When she was done, she walked into the front room once more. Just to grab her scarf and her coat. She took one more look towards the back rooms entrance before she went out the front door and locked it behind her.

Around twenty minutes later, Aio walked into a small local supermarket - just to get a few things before she’d head home completely. As she walked around, she could feel eyes on her. A couple of times Aio found herself looking over her shoulder, but when she did, the weird feeling stopped. Aio had dumped a couple of items into her basket when an ice cold feeling ran down her spine. “That girl over there is a liar” she had heard it for sure. Those words had been spoken. But by whom? Aio looked around in a bit of a panic - until her eyes fell on the same lady that had left her shop. Aio quickly turned around, pretending to hear or see nothing. The lady was talking to the cashier lady. Both of them had cold eyes looking right at Aio. After a couple of seconds, Aio decided to put on her brave face. She looked up and eyed both of the women as she walked up to the cashier. “Just these things please” she simply said when she got up there. The cashier and the former customer gave her weird looks but Aio just looked at her groceries. After a while, the cashier started to scan the items in “Would you like a bag?” she then asked in a hard and cold voice “No thank you, I have my own” Aio simply said not looking at any of them. The cashier then said “That will be 12.99” Aio quickly pulled out her wallet from her coat pocket and paid the cashier. She then walked down to pack her groceries but while she did so she could hear low whispers coming from the two ladies. “She doesn't even feel bad about it!” “Yeah, that’s undoubtedly the worst part!” Aio took the last times into the bag and looked up directly at the two women. They stopped whispering and just gave her some more weird looks. Aio let out a sigh before she spoke in a clear a simple voice “Listen up ladies, even the stars that guide us can be hidden behind clouds - all we can do is try to keep our cards clean, I would suggest you two do the same” Aio grabbed her bag and started to work out the store. The two ladies were just staring after her, unable to say a word. When the doors closed behind Aio they both mumbled “The nerve of that woman! My god - unbelievable”

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What actually happened:
Aio was laying down the cards for yet another customer but she had such a bad feeling about this in her stomach. The cards were telling a horrible story of the lady's husband. He wasn’t as faithful as he was saying he was. Aio looked down onto the cards, trying to read them differently but the cards had told their story. When Aio looked up at the woman and told her what the cards said, she could see at the first second that that wasn’t what the woman wanted to hear. “Are you sure that’s the thing the cards say?” the lady then asked in a shaken voice. Aio nodded and told her that she wasn’t in control of the cards and their meaning. Aio looked over at the woman, wanting to comfort her but she quickly looked down at the cards when she saw the look the lady was given her. In her head Aio where trying to form a sentence, just to get something out, but she couldn’t for the life of her lie. “That can’t be true?! I don’t see any bad cards on the table whatsoever - you’re bloody lying!” the woman's words rang loud and clear for Aio’s ears. Aio looked up at the woman who had gotten up and was walking out “Wait!” Aio thought and followed the woman. When she finally caught up with her, the lady had already putten on her coat “Listen, I-I can give you another reading…” Aio then said in a low voice. Aio had promised herself that she’d never lie to a customer but if all people wanted to get was fake love readings, she would have to obey. “I do not want any other ‘readings’ from you! You’re just a big phoney!” The words the woman had said, cut into Aio’s heart. “I’m not lying!” she thought, getting closer and closer to tears. When Aio saw that the woman was heading out the door, she tried to find her voice again “Let me at least give you your money back!” she then yelled running up to the door but the woman was already so far down the street, she couldn’t hear her. “This can’t be real” Aio then thought to herself. It was the third person who had left the store today, in rage. All Aio had done was to give them their readings like the cards had wanted her to. On autopilot, Aio closed the shop, put out the remaining candles and walked into the back room. She stared at the card on the small table before she packed them up. After she had put off the rest of the candles, she decided that closing the shop for the day properly was the best idea. She grabbed her scarf and coat and headed out the front door, closing and locking it behind her.

After around twenty minutes, Aio walked into a local supermarket, just to get a couple of groceries before she’d head home. She had this feeling that there were eyes following her every move as she walked around the store - but Aio brushed it off as herself just being a bit paranoid right now. But then she heard a voice that she knew “That girl over there is a liar”. Aio looked over to find the lady she had had as a customer just a little over half an hour ago - she was standing at the cashier, talking to the lady that worked there. Both gave Aio mean looks. Aio quickly turned around to pretend that she wasn’t there. What should she do? She needed these things but how in the heavens would she get past those two? After a while, Aio took a deep breath and looked up. She corrected her headscarf and turned around facing the two women. “Just these things please” Aio then said looked directly at the cashier. When the cashier gave her another weird look, Aio just looked down at her groceries. Then the lady started to scan the items. “Would you like a bag?” the cashier then asked in a mean voice “No thank you, I have my own” Aio simply said and paid for the items before she walked down to her items. As she packed her items, Aio could hear low whispers coming from the other end of the table. “She doesn't even feel bad about it!” “Yeah, that’s undoubtedly the worst part!”. Aio packed the last item in the bag and looked up at the two women. Aio let out a sigh before saying loud and clearly “Listen up ladies, even the stars that guide us can be hidden behind clouds - all we can do is try to keep our cards clean, I would suggest you two do the same” she then grabbed her bag and walked out the door. She knew there wouldn’t be any comebacks to what she had just said - at least not to her face - they wouldnøt dare to. “I’ll learn from this I promise” she then said looking up at the stars in the night sky. “Everybody needs some love in their life, even if it’s a small lie or a twist of the truth - I have now learned that I’ll only tell the truth to people whom I deem ready for it” Aio smiled to herself. She knew that that woman would continue to tell this rumour about her, but Aio knew what the real truth is, so that’s the only thing that matters.

( word count for the "what actually happened" part : 914 )


(( I would like to thank you for the chance of maybe winning this beautiful Kalon, and I would like to wish everybody who enters the best of luck! I can't wait to read all of the things people come up with! ))

[tenturo]

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big res :weary: im in love with this bean tig ahh

[Gladis]

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[beeqlass]

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havent you heard?
the rumor of what she did?
the story tells that they killed their own,
that they broke the balance
and turned good to evil,
light to dark.

they say that she dreamed of power.
to be able to change things at her own will,
to control all around her.

she was a goddess.
it was such a tradegy, wasnt it,
they say? of what she did?

[Cyrano]

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