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Username: Plantchild
Kalon Name: Tori
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As another day swept to its ends the city comes to life. Apartment lights beamed into the darkness of the footpaths as the ice-cold breeze flew through the air. The piercing noise of traffic slowly died and the crowds merely vanished. Hanging up her apron, Tori flipped a sign reading open attached to the cafe’s door. Stepping out into the moonlit alleyway it were if she had finally taken her first breath. Closing her eyes, she strolled silently, attentively listing to the eerie noises of the wind washing over the treetops in the distance. Tiptoeing up the flights of stairs she hauled at an apartment door. Fumbling with the keys she seamed satisfied at a peculiar silver one. Inserting it into the doors lock she pushed it open. “Narla! I’m ho-“ She froze, paralysed with complete fear. All she could muster were a few weak words “N-narla- w-what...” Her mouth quivered. Narla gave a queasy and helpless expression before her feet gateway, collapsing into Tori’s arms, a tear running down her cheek. Tori frantically glanced around her cluelessly. Almost tearing the coat off, she tucked it gently around Narla. Her mobile credit gone and her car still in service she jolted back down the never-ending flight of stairs. The hospital was 4 miles away, but at this point, she had no other choice.

Her arms already aching, her panting breath puffed out like thick white clouds. Her legs began to shake at the thought of what was to be of Narla’s fete. Coming out onto a lamplit pathway, Tori didn’t dare take her eyes from the body in her arms. Feeling her foot fall into a ditch, her whole body thrusting forward, hitting the ground with a thud. Moaning in pain she rolled on the ground, clutching Narla with all her strength. “I’m so sorry…” She whispered as she glared up at the stars in the blissful night sky. “Toriiiiii” an eerie whisper goes unnoticed. “Toriiiii” Then again…”Toriiiiiii” startled by the calls of her name, her ears pricked up. "Tori..." Her eyes adjusting to the darkness, nothing could’ve prepared her for what stood before her. “W-who are…why are you?…” Tori’s body went numb. A ghostly white kalon stood there, her emotionless grey eyes staring into Tori's. “I think you may know why” Her voice trailed flatly. She picked up Narla and placed her in her own arms. “Come with me”

Cautiously, Tori trailed after, puzzled by the root she was taking. On their way, Tori couldn't help but notice strange figures pass them. After another mile or two, the landscape began to become unrecognizable to Tori, whist more of the ghostly figures appeared from thin air. As they arrived at a strange never-before-seen archway, Tori came to the realisation that Narla's fur had become concerningly pale. "Where are we exactly?" The creature placed Narla onto the floor, waiting in silence until a reply was finally made. "The spirit realm" Looking down, Tori's eyes filled with tears. "What have you done to my sister?"

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❆ username trans ❆ name yule ❆ prompt 351 words ❆
every night in the month of december, yule dons their fuzzy red cloak, and heads out into the darkness. they're silent as they traverse the empty streets, the only sound able to be heard is the muffled jingles that seem to follow them wherever they go. there's a small alley, hidden deep within the outskirts of the city, and that is where yule goes every night, and performs the secret knock on the entrance to the hideout. a festive little wreath hangs unassumingly on the door, and it creaks open, leaving just enough space for yule to get inside quietly. with careful footsteps, yule follows their friend down the hall, down some stairs, and down more hallways and stairs, while slowly unwinding their scarf as they walk.

as they reach the single door at the very end of this hallway, they enter it, to find... the secret singing symphony club! even in a city with no music, there's always a way... yule attends the caroling sessions every day, after everyone's gone to sleep and can't possibly hear the carolers from so high above the city. the meeting place is very tucked away and hush hush, since any and all music is forbidden, but that hasn't stopped yule, or their group, from singing carols during the winter months.

they havent told anyone about it, and prefer to keep it that way. others might find them just kinda strange, or feel like they're hiding something more sinister from their friends, but the truth is simply just that yule loves to sing! they always have, and want to preserve the carols and songs of those before then, whose legacies live on in the songs they wrote and sang. this group doesnt only sing carols, of course, because of that... there's so many more types of music than just christmas carols! but as the frost starts to settle and the chilly weather rolls in, yule can only find themself singing one kind of music in these festive times; cheerful christmas carols to keep the spirit of music and the cheer of the holidays alive.

[chanhee.]

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[khvoxtic]

Username: planiteri || Kalon Name: Nayden
Prompt: [449/500]

Soft whispers and dim lights, interrupted briefly only by a soft jingle of a bell as Nayden pushed through the door to escape the cold. A scarf wrapped haphazardly around their neck, snow following close behind them, hitching a ride in their hair or on their bag, dripping to water on contact with the warm air.

"You're late."

Turning to the voice, a gruff looking man stood behind the counter, deep scar running across his nose and over his cheek, piercings in his ears and lower lip. To anyone new, the man would probably give off the wrong vibe, especially with his everlasting scowl. Nayden nodded an apology. Taylan was harmless; or well, harmless to those who came for the right reasons. Tapping the toes of their boots on the ground, once, twice and then a third time to remove any leftover snow before entering the establishment, raising a thumbs up to Taylan as he snorted and began to work on their usual.

No one bothered to look up, content in the company of those already around them. The warmth of the unknown cafe, shared only by those who hear of it through conversation or by wondering into it accidentally. Unconventional in the day of technology, but making sure that only the curious and lost find there way there.

It was a place for them after all. Those who were questioning. Life, the world or themselves. For those just passing through, for those who needed somewhere stable. A place for those who needed something, but didn't know what just yet.

Maybe that's why Nayden was here.

Walking through the cafe, footsteps quiet as to not disturb those around them they settled on their seat. A snug corner at the back. Spreading papers and resting fingers on keys, Nayden relaxed in their chair. Pausing for a brief second before pressing down gently. Piano music trickled slowly into the cafe, light and soft, falling to rest on the ears of those who populated the area. Fingers dancing along the black and white of the keys, mixing them together like coffee and milk to create the perfect melody on a cold winters day.

It would be when they were fully concentrating on the sound of the music alone that it would change. Straying from the sheets of music to create delicate balances of the atmosphere around them. Gentle, fleeting keys to mimic the snow. A delicate sound of lovers stealing looks across the table. A low rumble from the coffee machine and the hum of the barista himself following along.

It's where Nayden found themselves the most inspired.
In a rumor of a coffee shop that only the curious and lost find.

[Firedancer77]

Username: Firedancer77 | Name: Apep | Gender: Male
Prompt: 496/500 words

Apep sat at the 24 hour cafe’s table, a paw wrapped around his black coffee. “Don’t you think you ought to get some sleep?” The girl behind the counter asked; she had only started working there a few weeks ago, and this was her first shift late enough into the night to meet Apep.
“No,” he said curtly, taking a sip of his drink, “no, I don’t think I should.”
With no other customers present and her coworkers already doing everything, the girl took the opportunity to slip her apron off and made her way over to his table. “Why not?” She asked as she plopped down in the booth across from him.
Apep stared at her. “Do you always just invite yourself to sit down and talk like this, or at I getting special treatment?”
One of her coworkers paused in cleaning to say, “Leave the poor guy alone. He’s here every night; you learn not to question it and to just take his money.”
The girl ignored him, focusing her attention back on Apep, who had downed half of the coffee. “That’s not healthy.”
“I’m aware.”
“Then why-“
“Trust me, sweetheart,” he drawled, “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Now she was really intrigued, leaning forward with wide eyes. “Try me.”
That got a laugh out of the Kalon across from her. “I’d rather not.”
“Because you’re lying?”
Apep’s eyes narrowed as he grimaced, taking another swing of his coffee. “Look, kid, everyone makes mistakes in their life. Mine just happened to be a bigger one than I intended. Luckily, I’ve cheated the system.”
The girl frowned. “That was a whole new level of cryptic. What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I have to stay awake all night, every night.”
“What could possibly cause you to have to do that?”
“Do you believe in devils?” The girl stared at him, and Apep sighed. “You’re not gonna believe me, but I swear I’m telling the truth. I made a deal with a demon, and in exchange for what I wanted, he could take something from me whenever he wanted. I didn’t expect him to decide he’d take my life; luckily, he only operates at night and can’t do anything unless I’m asleep. Perks of dealing with a lower level demon. However, now I can’t sleep at night unless I want to die.”
The coffee shop worker stared at him for a long while before laughing. “That was a good one. Did you come up with that on the spot?”
Apep sighed, downing the rest of his coffee cup. “Sure, kid. Get me a refill, would you?”
Still chuckling to herself, the girl grabbed his cup and carried it back over to refill. Apep ignored her laughter, turning to look out the window. His reflection’s pure white eyes blinked back at him, and he turned away, ignoring the grimace his reflection made.
“See you tomorrow night,” Apep said with a smug smile.

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[ewie]

Username: August_The_Homestuck
Kalon Name: Tiillli
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[MenheraCollie]

Username: AngelBowties
Kalon Name: Elis (El- Is)
Prompt: Elis is in cahoots with Kulolo. During the day they were bouncing town from town, at night they were breaking in and entering, robbing the place for all they have. Elis didn't initially want to go into a life of crime, however his paws became forced when they took away what's most important to him. Kulolo had been arrested for life, her bail is 200,000 legal currencies.

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[Fishkin]

Username: FishyRoyals
Kalon Name: Jayza
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