[Pacsaj]

username: Animal345
kalon name: Seymour
why is one of their paws black?:
Though it may seem simple, the black paw on Seymour's leg is actually something very complex."The Black Paw"
is something that is passed down in his family, however, it does skip a generation. Seymour's grandfather had it, as did his great great grandfather. It is traced all the way back for 168 years. Before that nobody related to Seymour ever had any black on them. At first it was thought to just be a simple mutation in the family's genes. Seymour's thought of this changed six months ago. Before then he lived a normal life. After his life was a curse. Where ever he went bad luck followed. He didn't know why. He just wanted it to stop. Later he did some digging. His dad had told him that his grandfather also claimed to be bad luck. Though his dad didn't believe in bad luck and nudged him away. Was it possible that this paw was something dark. Much darker than any of them had thought. To Seymour it was a curse and nothing less.


168 years earlier
A dark Kalon in a brown overcoat appeared from the shadows. "You have made up your mind I presume," he looked up, "Tell me do you accept my offer. Will you risk it all to save her."
The white Kalon in front of him nodded, "I would do anything to save my true love."
The dark Kalon shrugged, "Very well." For a moment the world began to spin. Then it was clear. The dark Kalon who was once there was gone. The white Kalon looked down. His paw now black. It ached. He knew this was going to happen, but this curse was the only way to save his love. He felt a rain drop touch his shoulder, it had started already.

(300 words)

[BornFromAshes]

username: BornFromAshes
kalon name: Arcat "One who is very simple, brilliant, and happy"

why is one of their paws black?:

It was dark, Arcat lay 'neath a willow tree,
his sleepiness beginning to consume him. A fragrance came
over him, deepening his drowsiness--the scent of lilacs,
with a sweetness that left him uneasy. He blinked
heavily, eyes trying to grasp the landscape.
But night drew on, he slipped into unconsciousness, his dreams
mirroring the night landscape around him. His projected form
rose, standing to gaze clearly at the leaf-trodden 'scape he had rested
on.
That sickly scent wafted around, and he
turned to follow it. A dark shape loomed off in the distance,
smoke curling off its coat. Its eyes opened, revealing silver crescents
glaring angrily. Arcat could feel the hate radiating off this
creature. It frightened him.

When he thought it couldn't get worse, it did. The
creature with its silver eyes pinned on him stepped forwards. The
thing before Arcat was huge--looming over the Kalon
by three feet or more. It's voice was a
hiss in the back of its throat. "A delight to meet you in a
another form, Aurial..." Arcat felt himself shake,
he spoke--voice trembling. "I-.. I don't know you..
Wh-who's Aurial?" A laugh echoed from the creature's
throat, its hideous mouth opening to reveal stained teeth
and rotten gums. "Hmm.. Perhaps I mistook your aura for
another.. Usually, I'm never wrong. So either you
stop playing games or.. Since she left a mark on you,
I'll leave my mark too." Arcat flinched. "Really m-mister, I-.. don't
know you." The creature's head twisted downwards to meet Arcat's muzzle.
"I believe you, little child.. But you cannot leave me without
a warning." With a sharp movement,
the creature grasped Arcat's left front paw. A singing pain
ran up his leg. "You'll know I'm near because of this. Call it..
The mark of Evil."

300/300 words

[dracopia]

username: paranoi.d
kalon name: Lingregard {Lucky Ling} Abdulsatar
{ Abdulsatar ; "one who provides the protector" }





why is one of their paws black?:
ling was the brightest smile in the room; the shoulder to cry on. consoling family pet mourners, stressed students, bad-blooded breakups..
it’s his personal duty to make anyone and everyone's day better with even just a smile.
because behind the starry-eyed facade lie ling’s past - more tragic than anybody could know.
ling had no father - his older sister vanished. his mother had been sick for most of his childhood -
- with a disease ling knew nothing about. She couldn’t move or communicate -
-she lay paralyzed with black ooze dripping from her eyes, nose, mouth.. she could provide no answers to how something like this could happen.
ling had lived in misery and bitterness.. haunted by paranoia and fear. he was entering his preteen years when his mothers time had finally come.
he was leaning against his mother’s bed, reading aloud to her like he would routinely when it happened.
he felt a paw gently touch his arm… he looked up to see his mother smiling at him.
for a few hours she told her son everything she had wanted to say to him for 13 years ..
how proud she was of his accomplishments, how he was growing up into such a caring kal,
how thankful she was to have somebody like him to love her so much…
and how much she loved him back. She told him how it happened..
one night when ling was small he’d wandered outside. his mother caught up to him - and nearly too late.
in front of him stand a creature of black mass, its glowing eyes staring at her. she made a lunge for ling just as the monster did..
it sunk its fangs into her neck.
she parted with a kiss to ling’s paw - a reminder of how two lives had saved each other.
{ 300 words }

[Knickknacks]

username: knickknacks
kalon name: Lysander
why is one of their paws black?:

Couriers saw some weird stuff in the course of their work.

Lysander didn’t mind though. He focused mainly on getting his job done well, nevermind the weird packages or sketchy recipients. It made for interesting stories.

That was one thing Lysander did. One thing he didn’t do was snoop through the stuff he was supposed to be delivering. He didn’t open any letters (even the most curious ones) or open any packages (even the most weirdly-shaped ones), and was better off for it. Lysander knew that some of the stuff he worked with was questionably legal, and had enough sense to leave well enough alone. In most cases.

--

Lysander clutched his coat tighter about himself, shivering. It was a bright night out- good for traveling- but it was cold. He shoved his left paw back into his pocket checking on the package and reached up with his right to push back his bangs. At this rate, he guessed he’d be able to deliver the package and still have time to get some sleep tonight.

He walked along in silence, fidgeting with a curl of the paper enclosing his package, when a stabbing pain caused him to withdraw his paw with a cry of shock.

What the-

Lysander watched as the pads of his throbbing paw slowly bled black, their previous color absorbed. He reached into his pocket and carefully withdrew the package, careful to touch only the paper. Between the folds he saw what looked like a scroll in a dark leather casing, covered in otherworldly glyphs that pulsed faint and red and sinister.

Shivering slightly, Lysander shoved the thing back into his pocket. His paw was still throbbing, but seemed fine otherwise. He picked up his pace nonetheless. The sooner he was rid of that scroll, the better.

[Cosmi]

username:
Cosmi

kalon name:
Quill

why is one of their paws black?:

"You stepped in some ink."

The daydreaming Quill quickly sapped back into reality, "Wh-WHAT?!"

Quill's mother replied with displease, "Ink. You stepped in it. Now your fur is stained."

Not wanting to be reprimanded even further with his annoyed mother, Quill's feet carried him to the nearest place to wash off. Once arriving at a body of water as vast as the eye could see, he began to scrub, and scrub, and scrub. What first was a few splotches of ink at the bottom of his paw spread further and further with each scrub. Filled with worry, Quill rubbed his paw until it became raw. Once white fur was now pitch black.

"This can't be ink... it can't. What in the world...." Quill thought with alarm.

Then, the ink spread more. Blackness engulfed fur that was once snow white. Ever so slowly, a body once pure as day became black as night. That is when Quill shut his eyes. A loud scream escaped his throat.

*CLUNK*

Quill hit his head against his desk lamp. His head rose and his eyes gazed around the room he sat it. He was at an oak desk, a single candle sat near him, struggling to light the room. On the oak desk sat some ink and a quill, with a piece of untouched parchment in front of him.

Quill signed with relief, "Oh, just a bad dream..."

Then his eyes gazed down at his paw. Black as night.

[Lush]

Good luck everyone!! <3

[sapphirelion]

username: sapphirelion
kalon name: Vito
why is one of their paws black?:

They say it stains your soul...but for me, it stained my paw.

No one realizes what lurks in the shadows, hunting those with weaknesses beyond control.
No one realizes what rises up from the depths of the sewers beneath the city.
What claims things that doesn't belong to it.
What waits with such patience it's maddening.
No one knows until it is too late.
No one knows until they refer to the claimed...as the body...because then they realize that something is missing.

Death claims names and souls.
He waits in the shadows, hunting for the next to go.
Picking his targets based on their lifestyles, the desires others have for them, their age, maybe even their own thoughts.
Sometimes he even coerces others to do the work for him while he sits back and waits to be brought his prize.

I should know.
He'd been coercing me for years.
Now it's my choice.
And I've been marked for it.

It was spectacular.
The king, queen, and crown prince.
The horridly malicious monarchs.
They had their annual winter ball with the dukes, duchesses, and the likes of them.
Blackmailing their court at every turn of a skirt.
Without a worry, for they knew all were wrapped around their fingers.
Until I came.

They did not stand a chance.
I jumped from my point in the rafters right onto the prince, he never got up.
The king was no match and quickly dispatched.
The queen put up a fight but soon fell as well.
It seemed as if I disappeared to the rest of the court.
But I crossed planes and claimed them.
Bringing the souls of the monarchs to Death.
I earned my out, but he left me with one last touch.
My one black paw.

(300/300)

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

A few people mentioned they couldn't finish their forms in time, so I'm giving an extension to this comp!

The new end date is June 10th, @11:59 PM EST.

[Elliad.]

username: Elliad.
kalon name: Iris
why is one of their paws black?:

Iris had always been different; she was a lot brighter, more cheerful than the kalons in her kingdom. She had always been looked down upon for that. Many judged her for not having a fitting role, finding that she was not good at anything but talking and memorising stuff. She wasn’t going to be anything, many of the kalons around her would say.

However, when her paw grew darker with age, it was a sign from the universe, a symbol of her goal. For a black paw was a mark of balance, symbolising her connection between universes. She was marked as the messenger and the retriever. Iris’ job became more important than anything she had been given before. She was a tracker, tasked with finding those who were fit for a place within the kingdom, bringing them back safely.

As a result, Iris is a traveller, using that mark as her passage through time and space to deliver both people and messages, even to places believed impossible. It gives her a connection to the prophets, using their wisdom to help deliver the prophecies and find the heroes.

[Chilis]

username: Chilis
kalon name: Velour (A nod to one of my fave drag race queens and I oop-)
why is one of their paws black?: basically you know those all black chickens?? (x) Well they have this condition opposite of being albino where they have too much melanin, and Velour's mother had these genetics, which happened to pass down to Velour, while their father didn't, so the gene only occurred on their paw. They tried to cover it up for a while because it was one of their biggest insecurities, but Velour heard someone once say that their biggest flaw is what makes them fascinating, so they've embraced their birthmark and fully flaunt it.