[✧ the Archivist.]

Kalons-- a species with soft manes and even softer hearts.

Monitored in forests across the globe for years, these animals
have recently been declared naturally tame as well as sentient.
Scientists are asking the general population to consider adopting
Kalons for further study in their capabilities of intelligence.

The Rowan tree [Jan. 22nd -- Feb. 18th], also know as Mountain Ash!
The Rowan tree appears in much European folklore, and was thought to be magical, a predictor of harvests, a portal between spaces, a guide for the lost, and above all a protector from evil. The animal symbols related to this zodiac are the crane and the green dragon, the later of which was said to have been tasked by the Gods with protecting the Rowan and its valuable berries.

Standard: shine, teeth, claws // Common: hair, fur, backmane, tail
Uncommon: ears, fur, pupils, tongue // Rare: horns

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To win this kalon, tell me about something they protect.
This is a limited impress me, and you can include any info as long as you also answer the prompt. You have a limit of 1000 words and 3 art pieces.
Comics are allowed, but each panel counts as an art piece and any words go towards your count.
Only simple animations like blink or bounce are allowed.

Ends April 13th, @11:59 PM, EST

[cyborgishly]

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[black water]

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[parker;]

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When you die your life flashes before your eyes. it does, it's called life.

That was exactly what happened as an arrow suddenly protruded from his chest, followed by a second and a
third. But none of this mattered, the chaos of the battle raging around him burring out any cry of agony he
could have produced. Emrys could feel his breaths shortening, becoming more and more strained as the
world focused onto a single point. Then it broke, shattering around him, smashing the life he'd grown up
with, erasing anything that could have provided any insight as to where he was heading.

For a while it was just black, specks of snow or some other substance falling around him as he spiraled into
the nothing. Sometimes it felt like the sensation of rain on his face, sometimes the snow getting caught in
his hair, but most of the time it just passed through him. It took him ages to realize that the specks of dust
were simply the fractures upon fractures of what had once been his life. when he finally landed it was in a
dark room, an endless plane reflecting itself infinitely. However, his reflection was nothing more than a faint
orb of light, a wisp.

During this bleak form of existence he received flashes of reality, glimpses into the timeline he had lived and
died in. He could see overgrown gardens, plants overtaking their sanctuaries as they engulfed the hut. He saw
Baldur in there, unkempt and drenched in his own misery. Emrys's heart broke at the sight, his hand stretching
out as Badur turned around, mimicking the action before touching his hand, forcing the vision to end.

The visions continued, sometimes showing a lone rowan tree in a vast field, sometimes showing unfamiliar
terrain. Once he appeared in a structure similar to Badur's residence, but it was wreathed in candle light and
draped in vines as thick as his arm. He could see an old woman speaking to the warrior, her words echoing in
his ears as she explained a potential cure to Baldur's grief. A potential cure to what had become his curse.
This was the first time someone other than Baldur looked at him, her clouded eyes staring into whatever form
he was stuck in.

Baldur's journey wasn't made by him alone, but he'd seemed to have either lost his connection or was ignoring
him. Emrys couldn't blame him, since his shifts in and out of the mortal realm were becoming more and more
erratic. Then they stopped completely, as he could only assume Baldur reached the summit, the temple to
Evangelion. There were white feathers that began to materialize from the dust of his death, pulling out of
the void he'd been living in for an eternity.

After that everything became a blur, colors sparking from nothing in the monotone world he'd grown used to.
It didn't shatter as it had when he'd died, instead growing out from the area where his left arm should have
been. When his eyes opened again, the mortal world was around him once more, seemingly more vibrant
than ever. Baldur was there, lacking a limb, his left arm to be exact. In all honestly Emrys didn't have much
time to react, having been pulled into a tight embrace as his lover's tears began to wet his clothes. He didn't
speak, couldn't speak. Everything was slow, trapped in ice as another form stepped forward, drawing his
attention from Baldur. This figure was taller than both of them, wreathed in light and shadows and borne up
by four massive wings. He spoke in an incomprehensible tongue, but the meaning was clear. the gift of rebirth
didn't come without a cost, and a lost arm wasn't going to cover that.

Before he could move there was a mark burning into his skin, forcing a grimace onto his face as he looked
down at his left hand, the one donated by the warrior standing beside him. He could feel Baldur beginning
to twitch with discomfort at the same moment, the same instant when the angel began to describe exactly
how they were to be cursed.

Baldur was to become an emissary of death, Taking lives to extend his own. he was to be a wanderer,
constantly looking for lives to take as his own, living by the blade once again. The curse placed on Emrys
was the opposite, tying him to a specific location, the gate between the living and the dead. this place
was often refereed to as the farie realm, a place between life and death where time ceased to exist.
Protecting those who would seek to break the balance of the worlds for all eternity.

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When water first fell upon the world, it
showered the forests, droplets rolling over
glistening green leaves; it fell onto mountain
tops forming an uninterrupted, soft blanket of
snow; it fell into clear rivers making them swell
with fish. The world was bright and new. The
world was green. The water was the mother’s
greatest gift to her world, it gave the world life.
The water was soft but unyielding, gentle but
wild, nourishing but deadly.

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When man came to the world, he took the
water and claimed it as his own. He bent the
seas to his will and took power from the rivers.
Man spoilt the water. He poisoned it until it no
longer ran clear. Under the sea a great rot took
hold, the poison like a cancer destroyed the reef
where the fish once lived. The pink, purple and
orange turned a deathly grey. Man was not done,
he spilt oil on the water, grounding the birds. He
emptied the sky of their wonderful plumage, and
he still was not done. He choked the water with a
weapon called plastic. He snuffed out the life
water had brought to the world, and man sat back
in his high, grey tower, he looked over the world
he had painted dead grey, he was proud of his
work and named it ‘society’.

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When the mother awoke, she saw the corpse of her
world. She looked for the rainforests and the
snow-capped mountains, she looked for clear rivers
and the life teeming ocean. She could not recognise
the place before her. The mother wept. She
mourned the tranquil Eden she had cared for and
tended.

Her tears overflowed and dropped to the earth, and
up sprang a sapling, who would protect the waters.
From the purest of water up grew Anahita, the
guardian of rivers, the oceans and rain. She was the
one who could overturn man’s work and bring back
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[Thani]

Markkk

[Rabbit]

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[Deercan]

Name: Malei Ashe 'Ashton'
gender: trans (he/him, they/them)
prompt: res with protecting locals/lost children from evil spirits??

Big mark!

[vervain.]

Marking
protection of their clan and high council as the high council's hitman

[Aeryn]

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