[jinkori]

username + id: jinkori + 942285
kalon name: dasher
prompt: ever the thrill-seeker, dasher can always be caught doing various extreme sports once winter comes around. on the snocross track, there is no better feeling than the arctic wind clawing at your skin and the rush of adrenaline stabbing into your heart, as you race against all odds. dasher doesn't care about the danger—or all the warning bells that set off inside his head, as his snowmobile edges the starting line. he just keeps his head held high—eyes pointed straight towards victory—as he speeds down the racetrack. dasher has come to enjoy the sound; it doesn't fill him with anxious second-thoughts that would distract anyone else. no, it only eggs dasher on—to push himself even harder, get even stronger, and drive even faster. there is no better medicine than adrenaline!

[Mimu]

username + id: Mimu + 814628
kalon name: isabella
prompt:
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The cold was affecting Isabella in the dull morning of winter, the darkness was around her
only the street lights of the city saving her from anything, but it was lit so little. She needed
to head out before the clock hit 6. Her shawl was wrapped around her, as the dress she picked out
brushing onto the city floor, as her bonnet covered her eye sight around her.

But it was something that Isabella liked to do on her morning walk around the famous city, it wasn't
the low light shops that only made the streets lighter as the sun was still hiding away before the
hours of it's awake. It was the main church bell, that would send shivers down her fur. It woke up every
kalon in this old city, but it was something she liked to hear once the hours had gone by. Counting the chimes
each time they ring, giving you its time if you didn't have a pocket watch in your hands. But it was something Isabella
liked on her walks around, but it was also scary for her to hear them in the quite night.

[187 words]

[Cyrano]

username + id: cyrano + 887402
kalon name: emberilla
prompt:
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" Paletas! Paletas! Limon, Lime, Chile, Cafe...Paletas! Mango, Tamarind! Paletas! "


Ember's heart swayed with nostalgia at the thought of the paleta cart bells , echoing through the crisp air like a joyful melody. The cart, adorned with twinkling lights and vibrant red and gold ornaments, became a harbinger of festive cheer. Ember's favorite bell sound was the delicate chime accompanying the cart's journey over the cobblestone walk.

In her mind, the bells were more than mere sounds; they were the heralds of happiness, bringers of delightful treats and memories. Ember's eyes sparkled, recalling the flavors on the menu—a rainbow of options tantalizing her taste buds. The mango paleta, sprinkled with Tajin and a squeeze of lime, remained her perennial choice—a burst of tropical delight. Always eaten with the most care, and with teeth despite the cold shock to her canines.

Even now, as years rolled by, Ember found solace in the memory of those paleta cart bells—the enchanting sound marking the arrival of warmth and festivity. For Ember, the favorite bell sound wasn't just a sound; it was a cherished chapter of her youth, a symphony of joy lingering in her heart.

[Pandacat101]

username + id: Pandacat101 + 587535
kalon name: Heidi
prompt:

The wind was blowing fiercely as Heidi made her way up the snowy hill. She had heard tale of a well that can grant anything. Heidi wanted to wish for love. She had grown up alone and been bullied by the other Kalons in their small town. She reached the top of the slope to see the small well with a golden bell hanging from it's roof. She remembered the story said that one needed to throw in something that had a lot of sentimental value and make their wish ringing the bell. Heidi had brought her baby blanket, the one item she had from her mother. She tossed the crocheted blanket into the well watching it disappear in darkness. "Please, I want to be loved. I can't be alone anymore." She rang hard three times and waited....Nothing. She sank down into the snow feeling defeated and she cried. "Hello? Is someone there?" Heidi whipped around to see a Kalon carrying a lantern around his neck. "Are you okay? You're crying." Heidi still remembers the sound of that bell ringing harshly in the wind, it's become her favorite sound. If it wasn't for that bell she'd still be all alone.

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[raiden]

username + id: raiden 739226
kalon name: Jökull
prompt: [200 words]

The bells around Jökull's neck aren't just for show. In fact, they serve the specific purpose of alerting any nearby unawares to his presence. Bells have been worn by Jökull's family for generations as his ancestors traveled across the world as nomadic merchants by both land and sea. Stepping behind you in the grocery store? Hiking in bear territory? Walking down the sidewalk during a terrible fog? No problem -- you'll hear Jökull before you see him!

Those bells aren't Jökull's favorite, though. The top spot for best chime goes to the bell mounted amidship the SV Song of the Sea -- Jökull's own sailboat with which he travels the world. Jökull's boat is his greatest pride! The brass bell, engraved with the boat's own name (as is naval tradition), sits posted to the deck where it rings with a gentle tone. The bell's ring can mean many things: the arrival of a guest aboard; to signal the boat's location, such as during dense fog or in case of an emergency; to announce the arrival to or departure from harbor... wherever the Song of the Sea goes, you'll hear the quaint chime of its bell resonating across the deck.

Ding-ding... ding...

*edit: changed kalon name :]

[yuketsu]

username + id: 誰不低頭 450869
kalon name: enkh (ᠡᠩᠬᠡ)
prompt: The sound of fengshui bells by the temple gate.
or perhaps for enkh, not just a "sound". but rather,


A voice that cries out for peace and quiet in a tumultuous world. and beyond that,
a gentle vibration that yearns for balance and harmony among all earthly beings.
And most importantly, for enkh, the sound of home, a place for the mind to rest and reset.

And of what other significance do these bells provide? often posted by the entryways where qi enters,
it purifies the mind and directs the positive flow of energy throughout for good fortune, health, and prosperity.

[ICarinae]

username + id: ICarinae + 928070
kalon name: Nicklaus
prompt:

Nicklaus trudged up a long dirt trail. Golden grasses incased by barbed fences flanked him all the way. He felt stuffy, the humidity did not pair well with his fancy new black suit. He kept his eyes latched to the ground, afraid that if he looked around him his childhood memories would come flooding in. The farm was quiet. As his parents got older and his sibling got increasingly busy, it became too much to care for a whole homestead's worth of animals. But, with his Momma gone five years now and his Mami's recent passing, it was all his.

Graciously, a stiff breeze sought to elevate some of the mugginess. Nicklaus took a moment to feel the refreshment. And gently, soft like a whisper on the wind, a ringing reached his ears. He heard it, across the fields as a small boy, reining in cattle. Playing with his siblings in the front clearing. Mami stood on the porch ringing the farm bell that would travel for miles over the grasslands. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, bedtime, school, visitor. It welcomed him home for the first time since he left for the city. And his vision blurred once more.
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[Ucanthandleme]

username + id: Ucanthandleme + 809102
kalon name: Agnar
prompt:
The bells rang, their echoing clang encompassing the plaza, the high walls surrounding rebounding the sound. He looked up with wide eyes and with great excitement he left the tower, legs dashing towards the wall. With a great leap he jumped stair to stair until he, like many others, looked out over the wall. They were back, the ringing bell indicating the sentinels had returned from outside the walls. Despite their weary faces and tattered clothes they stood tall, orderly, with shiny eyes they seemed like heroic statues to those such as himself. He always longed for the wall's bell to ring, for the soldiers to return, his heroes, the inhabitants heroes. But he more than anything wished to hear that loud bell ring for his return, the prestige, the praise but most of all the bright eyes of the people. The bell of the wall, the warriors, the protectors of the sanctuary. So he did, he joined those who searched outside the wall for others, the protectors of those inside. After time the bell no longer held the same feeling as his youth but his favorite sound was still that bell, the bell that welcomed him home.
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[Kyar]

username + id: Kyar 320861
kalon name: Thyran
prompt:
Tiiiing!

Hazelnut eyes sparkled to life. Thyran’s usually nimble hands nearly fumbled the hem as he scrambled to stop the machine, untangling from fabrics and threads, as he tripped up to the small time-worn counter. A customer!

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At first, the jingling bell of the small-scale grocer’s front door made him jump with delight. Everyone who entered could very well be on their way back, past the market baskets, to his tailoring counter stuffed in the back corner—a small storage closet repurposed to a workshop. The day he’d finally gotten a, “Yes, I have space for you,” was perhaps the best day of his life. But owning a business wasn’t quite as liberating as he originally imagined.

Eventually, the sound of the front bell faded to a mundane disappointment. Customer after customer trolled the store without a second glance at the tailor’s counter. Waiting eagerly became waiting anxiously, until finally, he wasn’t waiting at all. A small, thrifted service bell sat atop the counter instead, while behind the scenes, he tried to balance books and worries.

Until he heard the ring. Not the front door, but his bell. Just a tiny, momentous, ring of hope. Maybe this will work out.

200 words

[76heart]

username + id: 76heart + 395288
kalon name: keturah
prompt:

Oh, how beautiful bells were. How sweet their chime. Their song. Their ting. Delicate or booming, they rang all the same.

He loved them all. He heard them all. It would be hard not to, as a god of gates and ceremonies, where bells often found homes, or were known as guests in places of honor.

Bells that marked hours thundered and played a song. Their ropes pulled by those who had dedicated their lives to the duty.

Bells that marked life, and bells that marked death. Silent to all but those who knew to listen, sometimes accompanied by bells rung joyous or solemn to mark the occasion by mortal hands.

Gate bells, chiming with entrance or simply greeting a wind strong enough to push them.

All perfect, even outside his domain. How was he to choose?

But oh, he could chose. The bells for dance. On shoes, around ankles, carefully sewn on hems. They were the sweetest, the most divine.

Perhaps he was biased, as they found their home in ceremony, but with them they carried generations of stories, of traditions, of sorrows, of joys, of lives. How could their sound not ring the clearest, the most sublime?

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