mark/res! going to possibly try this later <3
Username: 1ight
Name: Anchises
Rumor: (Max. 1,000 words) Perhaps it was true, but perhaps it wasn't. They say he sold his soul. That he made a deal. Maybe he did. Too many believe it, and there's are almost none that trust him. What would he have to do with any demons? Monsters? Some say he even went far enough to sell his soul, make the deal, and continue to spend time with that demon. Of course, either could be true, but then they could easily be wrong. In a crazy sense, people say he did it in an attic, and that if you were to possibly find said attic, you could find what he used to conjure the demon. They say that his quiet, absolutely antisocial personality fits. That his dusty, ashen appearance fits. Even his eyes can be mistaken for what looks like the eyes of the devil himself. Those who agree with the rumors or believe them say that his eyes are something that can be taken as proof.
“Do you agree?”
“Yes.”
“Then it is done.”
‘And as the whispering voices and the darkened light from the salt and other materials he had dusted down onto the floor into a shape faded, he felt.. Different. Could it have worked? Or was he tricked?
Was this demon truly what he was said to be?
The cold air filled the room once more in a silent wave once more before it slowly faded, the light and the heat of his fire slowly returning. He moved away from the center of the room, leaning back and placing himself against the wall. He skirted the edges of the room, avoiding the center at all costs. Perhaps he was scared, or maybe he was just trying to keep himself safe just in case a demon decided to go against his word. Did they do that? He didn’t know enough about them. He knew he should have thought more about his choice, or that he should have figured out more about what he wanted. He had heard rumors about this demon. About him and what he did. What he could do. He’d head so much, but most of it all from his friends.
Or those who used to be his friends. Now, they were just a cold memory. They didn’t spend time with him anymore. They didn’t associate themselves. They said he wasn’t what he used to be. They believed the rumors.He blinked. When had he zoned out so much? He sat, almost waiting for something. Perhaps his demon. His companion. But it was quiet, the room cold almost like the first time he had met him. He looked up when he heard a noise that slowly built, then dropped in an utterly painful high pitch. The sound of dust and ash moving along with the pops of fire. A deep, crackingling voice filled his ears as he looked towards the dark figure with almost friendly eyes.
What actually happened: (Max. 1,000 words) Almost all he remembered was an explosion.
When he was young, he lived around a volcano with his family. There was a small town. No, village. Even the word “town” was pushing it. He was never quite a talkative kalon. He was almost mute, but mainly by choice. He was never fond of others, even his family, but he still occasionally made a noise or even showed his family at least some form of affection. But when the day came, he swore he’d never speak, make a noise or like another kalon again.
That day was more than what it seemed. The volcano erupted, and he could almost swear he was in the same moment every time he thought about it. He can remember how the ash rained from the sky, how it stained his coat. The way he got burned or even what happened to his eye. He could remember the way the ground broke underneath his feet, the way he was separated from his family. Oddly, he wasn’t scared. He never truly felt some sort of fear.
Maybe it was because he never felt as if he lost something true to him. Either way, he almost acts perfectly fine with the event. He doesn’t mind his appearance. He doesn’t mind that most prefer to stay away, as far as possible even.
Since then, the only thing he’s truly fond of is his scarf. He often ties it back behind himself and some bits on his legs, and he is generally much calmer than what he could be if he was without it. He loves the soft fabric, and can even be caught cuddling it. The thin, dark silk contrasts his own lighter colors greatly, but it almost compliments him.. In a beautiful way, of course. This is what attracted a higher in superiority figure...
aaa it's so bad I know.. I hope I can possibly have a chance though, I'm absolutely in love with him.. Terribly nervous as I'm quite self-conscious and this is probably the first thing I've ever truly written on here. I hope it's not too short!! This would be my first kalon as well if I somehow got lucky enough <3
