[Mercuré]

Username: irockwaffleking
Kalon Name: Francis
Prompt:

The grass was warm and the air was chilly as Francis watched the sky, he had lain there for some time now.

The orange and purple hues that had been splashed across the sky had faded away to reveal a deep dark blue, a color that you could get lost in. And it felt like he had gotten lost in it, watching the stars with his eyes he didn't feel the warm grass or the chilly air, he felt.....well he didn't know how he felt. It was a warm feeling almost, comforting definitely. It was as if the stars themselves had wrapped around him to make a blanket, they shielded him from the world.

One day he wanted to go up there himself, he knew he wouldn't be able to touch the stars or anything he imagined now, but it would still be worth it. He had been working hard in school recently, and had seemed to pay off. When he wasn't learning about the great beyond he was drawing it, reading about it, talking about it. No one really knew where this fascination came from. Around 6 he had gotten an astronaut helmet as a birthday gift, little did they know the interest would only grow, he wore it as much as he could. Around 11 he started sneaking out onto the roof. Around 16 his room was filled with books and telescopes and dioramas, walls no longer visible underneath posters.

He enjoyed the more technical aspects about space but at night he became a little kid, struck with a sense of wonder and calm. He took a sip from the hot chocolate he had brought with him, it had become a routine to visit the little cafe.

Sipping it now he watched the sparkling of the stars, one day he'd be up there one day as well, he knew it.

[qvril]

Username: avril-showers
Kalon Name: Marshin
Prompt: wip art
[seeking sales for food, and proceeding to feed it to the crows]

[Ucanthandleme]

Username:
Kalon Name:
Prompt: Bru we be gardening like a thug.

[【Ｗｉｌｄｆｉｒｅ】]

Username:【Ｗｉｌｄｆｉｒｅ】
Kalon Name:
Prompt:
Possible mark with art

[shadows.]

what a gorgeous baby omg marking!!

username: shadows.
name: jackal
prompt: lead singer of rock band (art)

[Northstar.]

Username:
Northstar.

Kalon Name:
Helleaux
hell-o

Prompt:

Dusk falls and the winter night swathes the valley like a cloak.  He stands on the precipice of a cliff that looks like it was carved with a jagged blade.  Beyond is the silent wood, blanketed in powdery snow.

A beat-up lantern is plopped down, casting dancing shadows upon the hills behind him. There is a lonely door there, the color of pine needles. It sits in a gilded brass frame, and light and bird calls seep from beneath it. If you stare too long it nearly beckons, sitting warmly in the snow, all alone, and waiting, waiting, waiting... for someone to open it.

"Stop that," Helleaux chastises, blinking quickly and jerking his gaze away from the door. The brass frame seems to shrink imperceptibly. He wraps his checkered scarf once more around his neck, blowing warm air into his chilled, mittened hands. It's so quiet.

The bag of marshmallows pulled from a coat pocket breaks the silence like a bulldozer in a field of fine china.

"Hi," Helleaux calls out like a dork, sitting in the snow and feet dangling over the dangerous edge. The forest doesn't answer him. He uncaps a thermos at his waist and dunks a marshmallow into chocolatey goodness. Jingling bells echo faintly between the trees. "I brought your favorite," his voice carries. Tiny, sparkling lights wink in and out behind the thicket of branches. "It's double-hot chocolate, with melted chocolate chips. And I bought the jumbo marshmallows," Helleaux grins, cheeks ruddy with cold. The treetops a half-mile away shiver, then the quarter-mile treetops tremble. The ground rumbles louder and louder, until all at once it stops.

The clearing at the foot of the cliffs is aglow in those tiny winking, jingling lights. They swarm in clusters, dancing in pirouettes. It's not them he's here for.

Helleaux throws the chocolate dipped mallow with all his might. It hurtles towards the forest. He blinks. It doesn't hit the ground so very far below. A content rumble comes from the shadows. There's a single second of a glimpse of a long, frosty white tail. Helleaux's smile is wide and bright.

"Hi buddy," he calls, preparing another treat, "It's been awhile. For you, I'm sure. Though I promise I was here just yesterday."

Helleaux settles in for the long haul with the bashful creature, somewhere in the deeps of time.

[SputnikSplash]

Username: SputnikSplash
Kalon Name: Sweet Tooth (Sweets)
Prompt:
The sun had set, and the stars above were twinkling coldly. Sweets huffed as she ran, the freezing air frosting her puffs of breath.
I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late!
She worried as she ran faster.
Sweets was the most trusted Kalon in her small town. She was always energetic and friendly to the customers at the Cafe where she worked and was never once seen upset by anyone. No one suspected she kept dark secrets.
The Kalon hurried, making a sharp turn into the back alley where her destination was. She opened the door which was well hidden behind trash cans, and disappeared into the secret building.
"Hello? I'm here." Sweets called, walking through the cluttered basement, being careful not to knock over any dusty piles of boxes. It was messy, but at least it was warm.
A dark silhouette came out.
"Huh... you didn't arrive as early as usual."
Her boss hissed under their cloak.
"Some stuff came up at the cafe, I needed to stay a little later." Sweets replied, trying not to tremble. She handed them a paper bag.
"Here," she said. "I brought little extra something."
Sweets's was most famed for was her macaroons. She wasn't the best chef, but she did have a secret ingredient for her macaroons, the whole town constantly craved them. Dozens of Kalons flooded into that cafe, just for her delicious macaroons. Sometimes they even fought over them, one time a fight got so intense the police had to break it up.
I wish I didn't know this secret ingredient...
Sweets thought to herself sadly.
I just want to feel safe again... sit down with a nice cup of hot chocolate, read a book or something and... relax.
Her boss sniffed the donut cautiously, before putting it in their mouth.
"Hmm... jelly-filled. You remembered my favorite." they said.
Sweets hoped that the donut would make up for being a little late.
"Whats the plan?" She asked.
"The ship will arrive soon at the docks, filled with gold. Get a cloak and mask on because we're leaving now." They said.
She retrieved both items from a nearby box and put them on. She really wished she didn't have to do these things, but the memories kept replaying in her head.
That one night, when she was feeling worthless. She came to them, not caring what she did was good or bad, she just wanted to feel useful.
But what she remembered most was their words.
"You have the stealth and speed of a perfect thief. Remember, now that you've agreed to the policy: Do what I want, and I'll make your life easier. I'll give this formula to make your cooking absolutely delicious. Betray me, and I'll end that life."
Sweets wished it was easier, but it wasn't.
All her life became was endangered. She stole valueables every single night to stay alive... and for that sweet bottle of the secret formula for her macaroons.


(498/500 words)

[Meridiem]

Username: Meridiem
Kalon Name: Blake
Prompt: Wip

[sunbird]

username: songbird ♪
kalon Name: quail
prompt:

[Vanrouge]

Username: Gørø Akechi
Kalon Name: Lucid
Prompt:

As the sun sets behind the hills, and day turns to dusk, the fun is only just beginning...

The night is when he comes most alive; when all is covered in a shroud of shadow, and the only lights are bright off in the distance, something takes over him. The darkness gives him energy, something about the way nobody can see him, he feels as though he could do anything. Invincible.

And so, he does.

He does things that he would only dream of in the daytime, when all eyes are on him and he's expected to be the 'golden boy', who ever said that pretty boys couldn't have fun?
Here, out if the glaring gaze of society, he dances the night away with strangers, he looks up from the ground and notices the beauty in the little things. He realises that there is more than what you see with your eyes, and he knows that he doesn't have to look down anymore. He doesn't have to hide.

In the darkness, he is content. He helps others to see the beauty, as well, for the only ones less fortunate are those who live their lives as he used to, hiding out both day and night, scared to be themselves. Scared to look up and see the stars, scared to stop looking down. Scared to stop being grounded.

And as the night is burned away, yet again by the Sun, turning dusk to dawn. He smiles. Proud of another night well-lived.

[Wip]