[tigrerra]

Username: juno.
Name: Nix
Story: wip
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"I guess, I just couldn't let him go. It's against my morals, despite him being my... brother," A kalon sat in the bar, his eyes dull as his fur. He was finishing a second drink, surrounded by others drowning in sorrow. The kalon beside him, a buff, angry looking man, glared at him.
"Listen, pal, we all got our reasons, nobody asked you to share yours." He was angry, though Nix couldn't put a finger on why, and he dared not ask. To the right of Nix, a smaller, kinder kalon spoke up, "You.. killed your brother?" Nix winced, subtly as possible. Yes, he killed his own brother, dead, because of him... Nix shook his head, realizing the kalon was still speaking. "...You gotta tell us the story!" He looked wearier, sharing with strangers one of his worst nightmares come to life..?
He sighed, they basically already knew, what harm was it in defending himself...

[cyrevan]

Username: cypheriius
Name: Sebastian Silvertongue
Story:

Berlin - 2008
A shadow could be seen walking, no, floating, along a line that once divided worlds. The figure had been young when the wall had been torn down, could only faintly recall the headlines and the chaos and the joy, but even now, the ghost of the wall’s presence lingered. Tourists came by day, and locals came by night, reminded of the time the border between east and west stole brothers from their sisters and mothers from their sons.
The spirit was restless, and he, too, felt divided, caught between the life he had lived and the one that could have been. He bit back his regrets, fought away the tears. It had all been worth it, every moment leading up to now, when he thought of the life he had saved at the cost of his own.
His time was almost up now, he could sense it. He’d spent the first hour processing what had happened, several more visiting those he had loved, and now he simply drifted, spending his final minutes just contemplating.
The moon appeared from behind a cloud, and the spectre felt himself lift into the sky. The particles forming his vague shape dissolved, the vast expanse of the universe reclaiming each fiber of his very being.

Altarra - year REKS07
Sebastian Silvertongue had a way with words. He told stories of distant worlds, sang songs of walls and protests and lovers kept from each other's embrace. The kalon spent his hours thinking about the moons and the stars beyond them, the ceaseless orbits of objects through space and the vastness of the universe beyond the sky that cradled the planet he called home. He sang not about missed opportunities, but about what could still be. Perhaps not in this world, but in another.
Sebastian sat outside and began to play his violin, which told a story of its own. He tilted and shifted the bow, notes spilling from the instrument that seemed to drift out, up, into the sky.

Berlin - 2032
She remembered the cold, heavy water folding and moving around her tiny body, how her lungs gasped for air but were met only with water. She couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. A stranger had saved her that day, dove into the river and fought his way to the shore with the girl in his arms. She recovered, but he didn’t make it.
Sabine Meyer looked out the window at the moonlit city and contemplated her past; it had been her eighth birthday then. Now she was all grown up and not a day went by that she didn’t think of the mysterious hero. As she reminisced, the faint sound of a violin could be heard, a melancholy melody that tickled her heartstrings and danced throughout her very soul.
“Thank you,” she said, finally.

And somewhere, very far away, Sebastian felt a shiver and went back inside.

(483 words)

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//I had help from my wonderful friend idyll, who drew the silhouettes of the man and Sabine! The background is by me <3

[RosslynRouge]

Username: RosslynRouge
Name: Astre
Story: It had been an age since their own music had woven its fine spell throughout the world. Their name had faded long ago - it was a sound forgotten to its audience's tongues, condemned to its cadence before its time.
They missed their life, of course; they had chosen the art over company, it seemed, for they had yet to find another like them. Another still wandering the same lands, still watching over.

The loneliness was tolerable if music remained.
Like this, they were free to travel at last; to hear the music of whomever they chose, and of artists far beyond their time.

Yet, none of this could stop the torment of melodies flooding their mind. Their work was intended to be heard, to be shared by others. To confine it to their own ears was to cage a wild bird.

Someone needed to hear - to understand.

It is thought that through dreams, lost souls can be heard. Perhaps this is true.

The spirit has bestowed courage and inspiration upon musicians for too long to count. It is them that we thank for the talent around us, and them that many thank for sudden success.

In all their time, they had never found dreams to influence in such a place as this.

They had arrived in an open field, which lay still and silent under the dark sky. There were settlements nearby, and yet the lone traveller had chosen to spend the night atop a grassy hill.

The spirit drew closer, curious.

He hadn't heard this violinist playing in some time - nobody had. She had disappeared without a word. Before now, they had never thought to visit her dreams; their gift was not for those who already had their muse, after all. Now, though... her sleeping world felt dull to them - drained. Was this why she had left?

It seemed to them that now was the time to offer their aid. Their duty was to bring music to life, through its creators. It was what they had done in their time, and what they would continue to do for as long as they remained.

They closed their eyes softly, and felt the music drifting into the violinist's thoughts. Her dreams would regain their colour, they were certain - she would just need a light through the darkness.

[391 words]

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[Brainiac5]

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[Baylin]

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[marmoris]

𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒; Hawaii
𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒; Syl
𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎;
Ever since Syl was little, they've had a fixation on all things space. He dreamt of going to the moon and would always be interested in a new astronomy book. Though he wasn't very good at writing or drawing, he loved to spend time writing stories about his love for the stars and often would illustrate pictures to go along with the stories. Often times, these stories would include his best friend, Marsh, who had also liked space just as much as Syl. The two of them had been best friends since they could walk since they lived next to one another and attended the same schools through their lives. Marsh had a passion for music, and Syl was always impressed by his friends talent of being excellent with nearly any instrument handed to him. The two of them sometimes wrote silly little songs to sing whilst gazing at the stars. Though one day Marsh's father announced that due to work related matters they would be moving across the world. Marsh was devastated as he broke the news to his best friend. Syl teared up as he looked at his friend, whose eyes were also filling with crystal tears. "Marsh, I want you to promise you will never forget me." Syl said, voice breaking. Marsh didn't say a word back, and instead embraced his starry friend. The two parted ways, Syl hoping that one day his friend would write to him with adventures of his new home, attaching pictures of the night sky. And shortly after his move, he did send Syl lots of photos and goodies from his new home. But as the two grew older and busier, they stopped writing to one another altogether. In that time, Marsh had become quite a skilled musician who spent most of his time traveling around the continent preforming small shows which showcased his musical talents of just about every instrument there is. He grew away from thinking about things like the night sky, it simply didn't cross his mind with such a busy schedule all the time. Not to mention, he was always surrounded by city lights. Which were far brighter then any silly star. Syl however, kept his passion for the stars and took every opportunity that involved space at the blink of an eye. He visited the planetarium quite frequently to attend little clubs or volunteer there, working out birthday parties or assemblies to teach kids about space. He thought about his friend quite often, hoping one day he may get to see him again. Though he knew chances were slim, since he'd not heard from him in at least ten years. But one night while closing up at the planetarium, a familiar voice echoed the empty lobby. Syl looked up from the front desk, greeting his childhood friend with a smile in disbelief. The two embraced in a hug as a shooting star flew over the building.
- 489 words

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[•boo•]

Username: NightMareRose
Name: Neva
Story: [256/500]
Who is she?
The one with flowing hair the color of prunus sargentii blossoms? Her sweet personality like honey. Her clothes perfectly matched the occasion, beautiful and elegant.
Who is she?
I've been following her all night. Her face is beautiful... Enchanting even. I need to talk to her, but she keeps getting pulled away... It seems she's very popular.
Who is she?
She moved so gracefully. Her dress swayed in a mesmerizing fashion that kept catching my eyes. How well our dresses matched. My steely grey contrasted beautifully with her soft pink and white.
But...
Who is she?
I heard her excuse herself from a conversation to grab a drink. She chose a simple martini. How fitting for such a pretty lady. I rushed to speak with her, getting there at last.
Who is she?
I curtsied and introduced myself, "Hello ma'am, my name is Neva Shizuka. I've been trying to catch you all night." She gave me an apologetic look. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds.
Who is she?
"Oh dear... I'm very sorry, many old friends have pulled me aside. My name is Nikki Su." She spoke softly, her voice was sweeter than I imagined. "Nice to meet you Nikki, let's be friends if you do wish. She nodded, "Sounds lovely."
Her name is Nikki.
Nikki Su, who was beautiful in every way I could imagine. Sweeter than honey, cuter than a button. I just knew we'd be together forever. She doesn't have to know how I feel about her.
She is an angel.
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[ILoveYou3000]

Username:WarpedCarcass
Name:Lucid
Story:
WIP