[catyclaws]

ooooh fun prompt idea !!! mark : )

[Exitium]

Username + ID: Exitium + 626371
Kalon Name: Victory
Prompt:
Victory was on an adventure to find the Mystical Cheeselord, but on their way, they encountered a very angry, very talkative goose. Try as they might, they could not evade this goose. Victory had had enough! "Goose, I demand you get out of my way!" Victory had bellowed, fuming now. This led to the goose stealing all their edits.

Now they were on a journey to discover how to obtain edits to replace their lost ones, or at least find the Goose and apologize, hoping that this will earn them back their edits if they're genuine enough.

[aventurine.]

Username + ID: aventurine. + 674152
Kalon Name: t bh
Prompt:
res

[Troopercat]

Username + ID: Troopercat 944060
Kalon Name: Mary Sueing
Prompt:
They got their legendary traits form hacking! they lost them because they got banned form the game!

[sobble]

Username + ID: Sobble | 918599
Kalon Name: Caveat
Prompt:
Greed comes at a cost

[honee bee]

Username + ID: honee bee - 348767
Kalon Name: Royal
Prompt:

Growing up, Royal was always complimented for his appearance.
He did not have fancy traits, but was still very beautiful, and he internalized this.
Rather than being well rounded in his talents, Royal put more effort into his looks than anything else.

One day, Royal happened upon an elderly Kalon. The elder looked up at him and said:
o“You ɑre rɑther beɑutiful, but ɑre you kind ɑnd wise ɑs well?”
o Royal scoffed. “𝖭𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍.”
o The elder's smile faded. “Beɑuty cɑn only tɑke you so fɑr, whɑt if you lost it?”
o Royal merely shrugged. “𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.”
o The elder smirked. “Don’t be so sure ɑbout thɑt.”
And with a flick of their paw, everything changed.

Royal grew different traits, ones that would normally be admired, but they did not fit him.
They were gangly, malformed, and awkwardly fitting on Royal's body.

• Multiple tails grew like the versions of himself he portrayed.
  None of them reflected the real Royal, but were catty and shrewd.
• Wings sprouted, representing how Royal felt he was above others.
• Roses wrapped around him with thorns like his sharp-witted and unkind attitude.
• Water overflowed from his tears, not only to express his new sorrow but also
  to make up for the lack of sympathy he had previously.
• Crystals grew in the same way his personality was hardened and cold.

Royal felt distraught as he lost the only thing he cared for.
He worried about how others would see him and if they would still support him despite this profound change.
Unsurprisingly, his friends gawked at his appearance and no longer wanted to be seen with him.
For the first time ever, Royal was alone. He felt like his life was over.

But his life wasn't over.
As years went by, Royal worked on accepting who he became.
He focused less on appearance and polished new traits.
He became kind, empathetic towards others, and courageous enough to stand up for them.
He became wise and flexible in life's changes.
And above all else, he became happy and content with his life.
Through these new traits, Royal was able to meet others who liked him for who he was and not what he looked like.

Royal happened upon the elderly Kalon again.
o The elder looked up at Royal and smiled. “Hɑve you leɑrned ɑnything since we lɑst met?”
o Royal bowed his head. “𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾. 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒.”
o The elder seemed satisfied with this answer. “I cɑnnot restore you to how you looked before. Thɑt no longer ɑligns
o with who you ɑre,” they said, “but I cɑn chɑnge you once ɑgɑin, into ɑ form thɑt better represents who you’ve become.”

And with a flick of their paw, Royal was transformed again.
Now, his inner light made his beauty truly remarkable.

word count: 500 words

[WitchHazel]

Username + ID: WitchHazel [148605]
Kalon Name: Mystacor
Prompt: (I know a lot of folks are doing these silly entries and such but I had a serious idea and couldn't stop myself sjdgshd)

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“Power comes at a cost, young one. What must be earned cannot be stolen.”

Mystacor’s eyes flew open. A crowd of angry faces swam before him, raucous chatter grating on his ears. He snarled as a piece of rotten fruit splattered against his face, unable to wipe the sludge from his face.

“Order!” the banging of a gavel silenced the clamorous masses. “I will have order. The trial of Mystacor Korellion commences.”

Trial? Mystacor scowled. A farce. A formality, at best.

“Mystacor stands accused of the crime of theft. Not just any theft - the theft of five Hearts of Magic; the coalesced cores bestowed upon us by the Earthmother herself from each primal source. A crime of this nature is unprecedented.”

His head spun. How had he been so foolish? Stealing the Heart of Illusion was supposed to be easy. If only I had stopped to think it might have been a trap! Of course they were just using it to lure me in. I had already absorbed four Hearts, and they were well aware someone was after the rest. Of course it was a trap. Of course they let me take it, only to turn on me the moment they had proof of my guilt.

“The Heart of Life, the Heart of Stone, the Heart of Water, the Heart of Air, and the Heart of Illusion. The evidence is clear - already the roses try to strangle him; the crystals consume his flesh, the rivers spill from his eyes, the feathered wings strain from his back, and his tail mirrors itself. Alone, these signs would indicate that he has been touched by one of the primal sources. But five, and with the sudden ability to control each of these magics with all the strength of an archmage? It is unheard of. Prosecution, your first witness, if you would.”

The trial was long and arduous, but Mystacor knew the truth. Their minds had been made up from the beginning. He tensed as the inevitable verdict rang out across the lavish hall.

“Guilty.”

Of course. As if these sycophants would think any different. Can’t they see I was trying to help them? To free them of the constraints of magic? Unifying the Hearts would bring the realms into a golden era of freedom where anything is possible. The gods themselves would have no sway over us anymore. But do they listen? No! They are blinded by their faith.

“Mystacor Korellion, you shall be stripped of the Hearts you have stolen and the powers they have bestowed upon you, and banished to the mortal realm for as long as you shall live. Do you have any last words for the Divine Council?”

Bitterness warred in Mystacor’s chest as he glared at the seven souls seated before him. “You sicken me,” he spat, venom dripping from his words. “I did all of this for you, don’t you see!? Open your eyes, people. When you all see how trapped you truly are, I’ll be waiting.”


[500 words]

[MirrorMask]

Username + ID: MirrorMask + 29018
Kalon Name: Copernicus
Prompt: Desperation leads man down many dark roads, nothing in that statement is new, ground breaking as everyone's been told the various stories ( the fables, the recollections, even the memoirs; for first person encounters make the tale even more endearing ); right? These themes exist for a reason whether the ears that are bestowed with them listen, well, that's another story entirely within itself. For history is due to repeat, again and again and again till the world, no, the universe finally just blinks. Poof ( or so he hopes in his own morbid way and oh what an imagination he has ). That's just the cruel game fate plays, the thing that ties every single living, breathing creature together like a knot upon itself. So twisted, contorted nobody knows the beginning from the end, one face from another; just a blended mess, a melting pot! How mortal, right? Nevertheless, what does everyone, everything know ( besides that concept called desperation, aforementioned previously of course )? Oh yes, death. Dying is an important plot point here, for it was what had Copernicus wailing, whaling hazardously and relentlessly on ( the ground, out loud, . . . on them ). For what he wouldn't give to see another laugh ( birdsong to his ears ), smile ( sunshine upon his face ), breath ( summer breeze cooling feverish skin ), god, he'd even settle for a blink. Selfishly desire the kind that had eyes flutter, occurring only when drifted off in thought, a cloud lost, untethered only brought back down to reality by him. The way those lashes silhouetted those eyes, not even the most profoundly talented could ever dare recreate such a perfectly framed illustration. A painting. They truly were artwork brought to life ( how unfair was it that life no longer clung to those lashes, those eyes ). Nobody would blame him, surely? For doing the unthinkable, with messing with that so called "balance" ( life and death ) for there is an order in these things and it goes like this; give and take. He certainly gave and they certainly took ( did they hear his sobs, his begging, his hoarse screaming ). One, no two, maybe three? Four, wait, five pieces of himself sacrificed with no warrented result. Nor clue of what he relinquished either, punishment Copernicus supposes for imposing on forces far far out of his control. What is in his control, however, is how he finds himself there again and again and again. Seems only right, for the body remains even a century later because of him ( nature unable to reclaim it, instead embracing ). This year, the flowers have bloomed even more remarkably, the carnations consuming every inch around that lonesome figure ( a sea of red, it hurts ). Copernicus has no idea when shaking hands found themselves wound around his head, clutching at strands of hair, the pain striking him dumb. Well, not enough it seems, for he wonders, how much longer can he ( "Cope, Cope, Cope-" ) with this? If that voice is still so fresh in ear, the answer is clear. Not long.

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[jinkori]

Username + ID: jinkori + 942285
Kalon Name: glitterunicornprincess123
Prompt: they scammed little kids out of their legendary items in the hit mobile game r*blox, then got banned L

[Griff]

Username + ID: Griff 254592
Kalon Name: Lucky
Prompt:

The fae smiled at Lucky, amused by the kalon's confidence. "You believe you might win a game against me to gain fame and fortune hmm?" she asked, staring at him intently.

"Of course! I am lucky in everything I do! Ask anyone! It's in my name!"

"Alright, alright. But be advised. If you win, you gain any wish you desire. If you lose... well. You lose parts of yourself. Deal?" Lucky laughed.

"Deal!" He thought a loss would mean shorts, or shirt or... something innocent. But with each loss that followed he began to lose pieces of himself, that the fae neatly bottled away and labeled for safekeeping. He lost track, until finally he lost the color to his fur and stood before her gray and plain.

"Do you wish to try again?" she asked, looking over at him with a look of almost pity.

"You bet! Next time, I will win and gain it all back, just you wait and see!" She sighed softly. She could keep going, after all, until there was nothing left.

"...Let's take a break, grab some lunch," she offered instead. "Then... then perhaps we can try another game." Her court always had said her compassion would bankrupt her one day. But she had to admit, it was hard to see a kalon give everything for the game and still keep going. Was it determination or stupidity? Perhaps he was lucky after all. Any other fae would have kept going.