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[22tabby]

Username: 22tabby
Kalon Name: Oak
Prompt (499/500):
Oaks family only ate what they could find or hunt. It was better than sponsoring big business, and was “non-GMO”.
Eggs were a delicacy. They didn’t raise chickens- they looked for nests. Finding quail eggs was uncommon, let alone any other bird eggs.
Oak found herself climbing the seventh tree, hoping this nest would be more promising. A small nest on a low branch, surrounding three baby wrens. It was a shame, but they were cute.
When they saw Oak, they began to chirp loudly, moving away from her. One of them fell out of the nest and onto the ground. Oak jumped from the tree and tried to save it, putting it back in the nest.
She waited. Once the mother came, she fed two chicks and pushed the third from the nest. Oak was ready, catching the small creature. It’s mother had rejected it because of Oaks scent.
The bird still seemed frightened, but mostly cold and hungry. Oak went back home, forgetting the egg mission, and saw her parents facing her.
“Did you bring eggs?” Her moms voice rang out.
“No.”
“Oak, whats that?” Her dad tried to wrestle the bird away, but Oak was faster.
“It’s a chick. I rescued it.”
“...for food?” Her father was unamused.
“N-no... I want it.”
“We cant keep birds as pets.” Her mother reasoned.
Oak shook her head and went back outside, holding the chick close.
She gathered sticks, attempting to weave a temporary nest with it. While scratching at the ground, she found worms for the wren to eat.
After two hours, Oak made something resembling a nest. She went home, and stuck it on her nightstand from an open window in her room, placing the wren down gently.
She went in through the front door, finding her mother waiting there.
“Where’s the bird?” She asked.
“I put it back.”
“The mother shouldn’t accept it!”
“It’s got siblings. I’m sure my scent will be masked.”
With that she went into her room.

For weeks this is how Oak kept Wren, anytime her parents would walk in, she'd put the bird in her hair or tail and hide it.
Finally though, Wren learned to fly. When this happened, Oak let her go.

Every day, Oak had gone outside, listening to the whistles and chirps of wrens. She tried to mimic them, memorize them. It was hard, but it was important.
One day she mimicked a mating call, a year after Wren left. The call attracted a small wren that kept its distance when it saw there was no suiter. It slowly hopped over, until it flew at Oak, hiding in her hair.
No other wren ever approached her, let alone hide in her hair. She had really called back Wren.
Oak smiled and went back home. There, Wren left, but this time, began nesting on the roof.
Oak still went outside everyday, mimicking the wrens- and with Wrens help, it was nice. She had learned to (sloppily) speak wren.
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[idyll]

Username: idyll
Kalon Name:
Prompt (up to 500 words):
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massive res, what a dream!! kana you're amazing!

[rabidlynxeon]

Username: Iwa-Chan
Kalon Name: Sabrina
Prompt (up to 500 words):
Now you’re nothing to me
You tricked me
To make you feel better about yourself
My friend told you everything about me and told you to come to me
It really hurt
To know you never truly cared
That hurt me
To be able to know exactly how im feeling
My friend must’ve spoken to you
You somehow knew something was wrong despite not even knowing me
I was upset over something that never happened
You had asked me how i was doing
I remember wanting to get to know you but being to scared to say anything
You had never spoken to me before
To say i was shocked would be an understatement
Now you are my everything


meant to express a rough time between these two friends (as i struggle with writing really happy things i thought this would be better)
hint- read it backwards! ive been playing with reverse poetry.
Extra (if applicable):
3 song playlist
boys will be bugs-cavetown
saddest song-alec benjamin
words fail-dear evan hansen soundtrack

[kolyakun]

Mark

[76heart]

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76heart ● rhea aderyn, keira the wren ● female ● she/her ● 693 words
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❝ wren, wren, i wonder when
i'll get the chance to find you again

you've become a good friend,
and i don't want this friendship to end

i know i'll miss you if i go,
and you do not follow down the river i row

so come with me please,
and together we'll find new trees

for you to fly through, and for me to see,
and where we as friends can just be

so wren, wren, down at the fenn
will you come with me so i can see you again? ❞
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Two friends, happened upon each other completely by chance, but fated all the same. Their paths had always been entwined, had always been meant to cross and weave together one day, when the time was right, and a small wren fell before a young girl who's home was the woods. That was just what fate was, the way it was meant to work; it had it's own plan, it's own design that aligned with the moon and the stars and all their was, all weaved by it's many hands, with strings tied to each finger. It could come about in funny ways, completely unexpected, and take everyone by surprise, but it could never be escaped. It could be predicted with cards, or throwing bones, or perhaps even changed by one's own efforts and paws, but one could never run from it. Everyone had a fate, a path lined before them, and while they could chose to take it, or follow another, fate always managed to find them in the end, and her fate, looking at things now, had been to meet Keira that fateful day. At least, that was what her mother had always told her fate was. Her mother was one who used cards and throwing bones to predict it, to pear inside fate's eyes and glimpse what it let her. It was a sacred art, one nearly now lost in Aresdon, and almost forgotten.
After her mother had passed, she had tried doing the same, tried throwing the bones and turning over the cards to see what was held for her, but she got nothing, just blank cards, and indecipherable bones. The only thing she had ever gotten from the cards, was a tree, and a bird. She just didn't have the gift, as her mother had, so she had taken to wandering the forest- something her mother had also done, as a nomad, and heart of the forest of great oaks-, and she had ended up finding Keira, her greatest friend, and now companion.

At first, when the bird fell suddenly from the tree, in the Forest of Fenn, she had been more than little frightened and surprised- beyond startled, if she was honest-, and for awhile, Rhea had been unsure of what to do. The bird had hurt her wing, and after finally letting her get close enough, Rhea had been able to begin the process of healing it. During the time it took to heal, they had become close, though it had taken awhile for the bird to trust her.

When it came time for her to leave, and continue on her wandering, and let the little wren go back to her life before, her heart had longed for the little bird to come with her, and so she had asked, but the bird gave no reply, and flew away out of sight, taking flight for the first time since her injury. Her heart grew heavy at that, but she had always known that to be a possibility, a chance, and so she continued on her way.

Before she could get far though, the bird returned, and since, they have never been apart.

She grew to realize that Keira needed her, and she needed Keira, and that's when she realized that her mother had always been right about fate.

They didn't need words, or a tongue they shared to communicate; they knew, they just knew.

They knew because they were always meant to know, always meant to be friends.

They had always been fated to meet, their fates had always been entwined, since the start of time.

[2246]

Username:
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it's beautiful but i probably won't have a chance to try out so..

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