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Mark

[honeycreeper]

mark mark!

[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
kalon name: Rhoeli

prompt: (500+200 = 679/700)
Mountaintops are quiet places. The air is chill and the insects sing and the sky stretches endlessly around you. You feel as though you're on top of the world. I've always felt on top of the world here, but then again, I don't spend my spare time below. It was always up here under the sky, under my stars, that I truly felt at home. I'd always believed that this was my only home. Now I wasn't so sure.

I shouldn't have this.
I shouldn't have these feelings.
I shouldn't be asking these questions.

How long had I been a Starkeeper? Centuries? A millennia? How long had I been teaching and talking with the Astronomers? How long had I been wandering the world and collecting fallen stars? How long had I been content with this way of living? My life?

How had that all changed?

I sat here on my mountaintop, feeling the night settle upon my shoulders and staring up at the sky, scattered with glowing silver stars and traces of memories. I could tell you anything about any star. I could tell you about spaces were stars used to be, where they fell, where I took them. I could tell you about any Astronomer, past or present. I could tell you any of these things and I would be happy to but what I couldn't tell you was why after all of these years, suddenly things had shifted.

I knew what had caused this, but I didn't understand why it had caused this.

Freedom.

I'd had a taste of freedom, and I wanted more.

I should not have this. These feelings. I should not want more.

But how could I not? I'd spent as long as I could remember sleeping with the sun and rising with the moon. I was a Starkeeper, I was nocturnal. I was always awake at night. My work was done at night. Daylight hours were not for me; I had not been made to work when the sun was up. I hadn't known any different, and I was quite content with that.

Why did that eclipse have to happen?

Why, in the middle of the day, did the moon have to cross over the sun? Of course I awoke; I always woke with the moon. But it wasn't to find that night had fallen. Far from it, in fact. Instead I found the world bathed in warm shadow, saw a blazing ring in the sky, and then just as soon, it was over. The sun and moon continued on.

But the moon was up. So I was up.

For the first time, I experienced the day.

The sky was a soft, pale blue; clouds white and fluffy, grass lush and green. Birds were chirping. Sunlight touched my face. I saw people running around and playing and chatting and working and not sleeping. For the first time, I saw myself in daylight colors. For the first time I got to wander around, not thinking about the stars, just enjoying the feeling of a lazy summers day.

Now the sun and moon were back to their original cycles, and so was I. But now I was here, on my mountaintop, staring at the stars and thinking about the day. I loved my stars, of course I did. My stars, my moon, my Astronomers. It was my duty to collect the fallen stars, and it was a duty I would not give up.

But I'd seen something new. Something different. A whole different way of life, and I was curious. Intrigued. I wanted to discover more about a time I'd never been interested in before.

I should have been working. I should not be thinking about this. I should not dwell on something I cannot have.

But I had had it, just for a moment. One sweet, innocent moment.

I should not have this.
This feeling, this knowledge, this desire.

But I did have it.
The longing for that sweet, innocent moment of freedom.

I shouldn't have it, but I did.

And I wanted more.

[SilentMelody]

username: SilentMelody | kalon name: Faith

"I shouldn't have feelings for her."

Faith sits behind the drums, waiting for Iris to start giving instructions. She's the vocalist for the band, The Deprived, so she basically runs things the way she wants to. It may sound like a dictatorship, but she's nice to her bandmates... most of the time. As long as they give good feedback and critique instead of complaining.

Which was exactly what Penny was doing.

"I don't want to do it your way! I'm tired of doing it your way, and it doesn't sound good for this song," Penny yells and crosses her arms over her chest. Iris gives her a glare, fuming. On the other side of the room, Faith hunches over her drums and pretends she isn't listening.

It seems like Iris is mean to everyone and doesn't care about their feelings... but Faith thinks otherwise. Although it's rare, Iris sometimes shows a soft spot for her bandmates and talks about how she appreciates them.

Due to this, Faith has taken this appreciation to heart a little too much and has developed feelings for Iris. She doesn't know if the vocalist has ever dated, and she never talks about it. On top of that, she isn't sure how Penny would feel about a relationship between them... if it even happened. Faith keeps getting her hopes up.

And yet, Penny keeps telling her to go for it. After her furious shouting, she gives up and walks over to the amp by the drums. She pretends to mess with the knobs and glances over at Faith, mouthing something along the lines of, "This is your chance! Go calm her down and make her feel loved."

Faith blushes profusely and shakes her head, causing Penny to laugh and Iris to frown at them.

[MouseyLavi]

username: Mouseylavi
kalon name: Rello
prompt: Galaxy Globe
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[kaatlove]

oh yes !! mark !!

[•boo•]

username: NightMareRose
kalon name: Zax
prompt: [700/700]

Zax looked down at the small kit by his side. He'd been out for his nightly walk when she had bumped into him. She'd been crying and breathing very hard. She cried and asked him to help her, "P-please! I-I need help!" He grew concerned and pulled the kal tight by his side. No way in hell would he let her get hurt. Zax had no clue what was going on, but she was in danger, he wouldn't let that continue.

She was shy but stayed close to him as they walked to Zax's house. "I know you're probably terrified of being in a stranger's home, but you're safer here than on the streets." She just nodded quietly, "i-is there anywhere i could rest?" Her voice was quiet and she was in horrible condition. "Yeah, hold on a sec." Zax said and rushed to fetch pillows and a large comforter. They'd built a pillow fort because she had been terrified at the thought of staying alone again. Even though Zax didn't like kits, this girl was in trouble and he would hide her as long as he needed too. He sighed lightly, poor girl.

When the morning came, Zax snuck out of the large fort to make breakfast. The kit hadn't given him her name last night, but honestly, he didn't mind so long as she was safe. He hummed lightly while he flipped pancakes on a hot griddle. The kit yawned as she shuffled out of the pillow castle. "Hey, mister? What are you making?" Her voice seemed strained, probably because of the crying.

"Just some pancakes, want any specific toppings?" She shook her head and pulled herself up onto a kitchen stool after Zax motioned her to take a seat. "I'm Zax by the way, what's your name?" She looked a little embarrassed, as if she thought she'd really messed up.

"O-oh! It's Bean! Thank you for helping me Mr. Zax. I hope I'm not a burden..." She said looking down and her ears drooped, Bean felt like she was only causing problems. She'd just run into a random stranger while fleeing from her horrible mother, taken up residence in his home overnight, and now he was making her food.

He smiled lightly, she seemed sweet enough, definitely not like the other kits he'd met. "Well Ms. Bean, it's no issue, I enjoy your company. Plus, I'd most certainly rather have you here with me than in danger from whatever you were running from last night." Bean returned the smile, but it was weaker. She'd tell him just why she was running over those delicious-looking pancakes.

A few minutes later, Zax had a stack of pancakes and various toppings out on the counter in front of their stools, "I hope you enjoy them." He said slipping into the seat next to her. She nodded and uttered a small "Looks so yummy..." as she placed a swirl of whipcream on one of the flapjacks. Her eyes lit up after taking a bite. Zax ate some of his, "So, what do you think?"

Bean's eyes sparkled, "They're amazing!" Turns out, Zax had prepared his grandfather's recipie. After she'd finished her first one, she sighed, it was a sigh that was way too heavy for any average kit. Bean quietly explained the situation with her mother, let's just say her mom did a horrible job that had sparked her to run, run far away as possible.

"T-that's horrible... Bean, thank god you got away. Y'know what? You're gonna stay with me as long as you need too, whether it comes to an end by your choice or never, stay as long as you need too." He said and pulled her into a hug, Bean started crying.

He hid her for weeks, her mother never filed any missing kits report and Zax saw this as a perfect time to strike, he would help her, no more hiding, he'd stand up and fight. There was of course the claim that he had kidnapped Bean, which Bean herself swiftly denied. Eventually, after months of fighting Bean's mother, Zax got legal custody over her. That night, they had pancakes and a pillow fort to celebrate.

bshdhd- sorry this got kinda off topic :flushed:
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[pIanted]

mark 👀

[Nines]

mark!

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Possible mark. This is such a pretty kalon.