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Username- NightMareRose
Prompt-
He'd be a king. He'd be outwardly sweet and caring yet he'd sell you out in the blink of an eye. No one knows where they stand with him. He could be terrifying one second, blink, and he'd be sweet as honey to you. When he was younger he'd throw tantrums to get what he wanted, but the moment he got it he'd giggle, satisfied with his performance.

Shshsusv a bean, might add more.

[Wallflower11]

Username- Wallflower11
Prompt- Mark

[Nia The Elf]

Mark <3 this is really quite sad to watch ;3;

[Kusakabe]

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[Gadgetrocks]

Username: Gadgetrocks
Keld Name: Inanis (Latin for void)
Gender: Male

Reason for wanting them: If I were to win him, he would be my second keldine. His design is beautiful, and though it's complex, I feel like I could do him a justice and get him plenty of art and love. I also get a lot of plot ideas from just looking at him, and I think he could bring some much need development to my other Keld, Nimbus. Nimbus currently doesn’t have too much development, but with another keld to develop him with I think my AU would start shaping up. (I’d also try and get him a mate so he could have plenty of chaos kiddos)

Just a small story/sample of a plot I’d develop more if I won him.

Inanis was a god. A keldine of unfathomable power, a deity revered by all. The mortals loved him, the celestial’s respected him, and even the unliving things of the worlds seemed to appreciate him. He’d commonly visit the mortals, giving gifts and blessings, leading to a great deal of love and admiration. He’d fight monsters for them, protect the weak from horror beyond imagination. Despite the attention he received from the world, and the care he put into it, darkness still existed. A kingdom had been taken by a mysterious ailness, citizens pelts and eyes draining of color and turning jet black as they turned their backs on family and friends and roamed like lawless beasts, attacking others to drag into the shadows. Inanis was tasked with investigating, being a deity and all. He followed one of those infected with the darkness to where it went once the sun rises, a large hole on the outskirts of the town, gapping and dark, ashy particles and goo spread around the rim. He entered it, looking around at the slime covered wall, evil eminating from all around him. He followed the dark keldine deeper and deeper, the tunnels stretching on forever. Eventually it stopped in a large spacious room, crumbling to the floor in apparent sleep. Confused, he nudged the corrupt keld with one arm, and yes, it was passed out among the ashy ground of the tunnels. As Inanis looked around, he noticed more infected keldines, fast asleep or slumped over among the slimy passages. In the middle of the room, there was a almost pulsating dark mass of something. The way it moved was almost hypnotizing, drawing Inanis closer and closer to it, the god stretching out his pale extra lumps to touch it. As his paws made contact though, a piercing pain shot through him, something the god had never felt before, being immortal. The sleeping kelds lept up, attacking him with teeth and claws, leaving dark gash marks in his fur. He tried his best to run, the goop from the mass still stuck to his paws as he fled. The keldines chased him like a pack of rabid wolves, not stopping until he’d heaved himself out of the hole and back into the sunlight, where they couldn’t roam. Panting and injured, Inanis collapsed, right then and there. He was racked by nightmares, surreal horrible dreams, unlike anything he’d experienced before. He woke in a cold sweat, still at the rim of the hole, the sun slowly sinking behind the horizon. He was terrified, a feeling the god had never had before. He’d always been fearless and powerful, but that seemed to be gone, stripped away. He quickly hurried home, trying to forget what had happened.

Over the next few weeks, things got worse. The nightmares increased in frequency and intensity, Inanis rarely getting a moment of good sleep. And where his paws had touched that dark heart? They’d blacked themselves, dark lines slowly winding over his white fur, starting and the front of his body. Each day it got worse, spread along his pelt like an infection. His temper worsened, snapping at the mortals he once loved and hurting the ones he’d once only peacefully stopped. His magic grew out of control, random outbursts of powerful magic happening sporadically, putting Inanis and the mortals at risk. By the time his eyes had glazed black, he knew he had to stop himself. He created a pocket dimension, locking himself inside it, worried about hurting anyone else. He thought it had worked. The darkness stopped spreading across his fur, the nightmares calmed. But his mind grew darker. Soon enough, Inanis lost himself to the corruption inside him. Though he still called himself Inanis, he was no longer the hero he once was. A dark creature wearing his fur and using his mind, the real Inanis having succumb to that pulsating darkness long, long ago. This monster in Inanis’s fur tried its best to escape, claw its way of the place the real Inanis had locked it in. It took years, the mortals forgetting about their god, Inanis turned to myth and old parchment. But eventually, it ripped. The magic holding him in gave out, and Inanis, the dark god, was born.

[kennymcnenny]

Username- kennymcnenny
Prompt- Honestly, when I first saw this Keldine, I fell in love with him. His design is absolutely gorgeous and just fits everything I want in a character. I want to find his personality through writing, I've never been the best when drawing but I'll certainly try. I'd like to keep him a bit the same- disorganized, no filter, a bit unstable. It fits him. I want to put him in a home with any other Keldines I might be able to adopt in the future, maybe as an alpha or maybe as that odd vagabond who gives out weird prophecies that no one can tell if they're true or not. I have a few ideas for him already if you can't tell. Thank you so much for the chance of giving Kodiak a new home.

White, blank empty. That's all this new life could see. He was seeing something he wasn't supposed to, he knew that. He found himself with a new body, paws, hypnotic lines covering them. It hurt to look at. Where was he? What was he? Nothing would answer his questions, nothing was there. Why could he see? What was wrong with his eyes? He felt like he had spent an eternity screaming his questions into the void. Why wouldn't anyone answer? Why wouldn't this end?
Suddenly he was somewhere new. Soft green grass under his paws. He was smaller than he remembered. Younger maybe? Was he a pup? He felt his fur prickle and he snapped his head around. Other creatures were staring at him, they looked a little like him. Maybe the same species? He heard multiple murmurs starting up around him. "wrong, this one seems different." "Where are his colors?" "He doesn't have normal scales?" "Oh, it hurts to look at him- all those lines are horrible."
He was made wrong. That's what they told him. Over and over. Different. Cursed. Incorrect. He learned to stop caring. He learned to brush it off. He moved on as soon as he could, spending days and nights wandering through place after place. Every time he found a new group it was a barrage of horrified whispers. This repeated action could drive a kid mad, you know?
He fell in with a few other travelers, his hair long and his paw pads hard and cracked now. Older. Bigger. Scarier? Mind even more unstable? They would travel together for a few days before splitting ways again, and on the cycle went. He could never get that empty space out of his mind, and he thought it might have started to overtake him.

Kodiak eventually found himself in the territory of another small group, these ones didn't chase him off on the first sight. So Kodiak hung around a bit, got comfortable, started thinking more about that empty space. Letting it consume most of him.

[ThatDragonAdara]

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[Ucanthandleme]

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[wildfur2202]

Mark

[acronymm]

Username- acronymm
Name- Chronis
Prompt-