[Schnuffel Bunny]

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Clusmy Star #1861
standard - hair, shine, teeth
common - tail, fur, backmane
uncommon - fur, ears
non-rarity - colored sclera
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Neon Ice #1862
standard - hair, shine, teeth, claws
common - tail, fur
uncommon - ears, fur
non-rarity - colored sclera

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wanted to make more kalons so here are some for ya'll. Write a story of how they made their first snowman. [word count 2000] [no extras]

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ends on the 29th 11:00PM(PDT)!

[Deercan]

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[altiora]

winter kalon #; 1861
username; altiora
name; Frost
gender; Male
prompt; [words=1999]

When Frost had first seen snow, he had been viscerally disappointed. Yes, yes, he had been told it was cold; he had prepared himself for the sensation of ice on his tongue, a sharp and biting wind, the soft blanket of white fluff. (He had seen it described as a blanket several times, but on videos and movies sometimes it made a crunchy cracking sound? Like thin glass splintering after a sudden impact... something he was very familiar with. Was it a blanket, he questioned, or a thin layer of ice?)

His parents had the boys-will-be-boys attitude, which may have been the main reason for his rather rambunctious and reckless behaviour. He confronted everything in his life without caution, with little thought, reason, or logic. It had led to many balls through windows, falling from trees, and the... unfortunate Incident which had led to a vow of silence about the matter from everyone in his family. And when Frost woke up, that late winter morning, to see the snow decorating the window sill - looked out past the intricate patterns of his namesake to watch the continuing downfall lavish his sorroundings with sparkling white - he had ran out of his bedroom, pelted across the rooms of his bungalow home and burst open the door to the softened, recoloured, glittering outside.

And he jumped, headfirst, into the snow drifts infront of the door.

He wasn't sure of his expectations; perhaps he didn't have any, hadn't given a second of thought to it between seeing and leaping.

But, he definitely didn't expect this. It was like falling into a very-cold-very-lumpy bath. And if he hated anything, he hated baths. Hated getting wet. With embarrassing noises that he wouldn't have admitted were squeals, he panicked and tried to retreat. Unfortunately, his rather small size meant the snow was over his head, and he quickly became disorientated, overwhelmed. He was nigh traumatised by the time he was pulled out by the scruff of his neck a few minutes later, limply hanging and soaking wet, looking rather sorry for himself. He felt rather insulted when his situation garnered laughter rather than sympathy, and he kicked out frustratedly with his foot and writhed until he was put down, safely, inside the house. Giving one last disgusted glance at the snow, he trotted back to his room, chin up to hide his wounded pride.

From that moment on, Frost decided he hated the snow. This was unfortunate for him, because the snow wouldn't melt for a long, long time.


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It had been days since the jump, and Frost had almost continually given off an aura of disgruntlement since then. When his friends invited him out sledging, he had refused, affronted - though when he heard their stories when they finished their adventure, he blamed the growing sadness on the very existence of snow, rather than his emerging loneliness and fear. He would see the moon at night and bless the stars that there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but by the time he would wake up in the morning, the ground would still be suffocated in that endless white. Eventually, the snow would arrive once more, and revive what little had melted overnight. It was awful.

The problem was, as every problem is for most children, Very serious and Worrying and Probably The End For His Friendships if he can't go out and join them. They would forget about him, and it had been days and the snow still hadn't melted... what if it never did? What if this was the end of the world? He had seen many, many movies about that.

If it was the end of the world, and it very well could be according to his very thorough knowledge (people often told him he was very smart! Even his mum, and mum's only lie about things like the tooth fairy. He knows about that because of the time he put a few worms under his pillow with his baby teeth, and she had yelped right in his ear when she found them! But the point was, he could be clever. Sometimes. And he was Certain that this was probably something to be worried about), if it was the end of world, then he had to do something.

Frost had a very big very large bookcase in his room. It was twice his height even when he was standing on his back paws, and it wasn't like he was a baby anymore. On the bottom few rows were his favourite books, fantasy and sci-fi and astrological, their corners worn from where he reread them time and time again. One of them though, was an odd book. Inside, it talked about spells, and if Frost had anything, if was a great imagination and a tendency to try anything once. He looked through his bookcase - naturally disregarding the one that was titled 'Meteorology' because that was Definitely about meteors, even though he hadn't got to reading it yet - he pulled out the one he wanted and immediately skipped to chapter 'Spells of Protection'.

He was never sure how much of this to believe. He knew not everything was real - the discovery that dragons didn't actually exist was heartbreaking and he still secretly cried sometimes when he thought about it in the dark - but he had read that thinking very hard and hoping very hard had a lot of power and could make things come true. Belief had power. And so when he looked at the spells, he believed as hard as he could with every atom in his body.


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Later that night, little Frost snuck out.

He faced his opponent: the deadly dark and snow. No longer white, it glimmered, menacingly, in the orange glow of the sodium streetlights. Frost took a theatrical gulp before raising out a front paw, hesitantly hovering over the snow, before inching closer and closer until finally, ultimately, he skimmed over the surface.

The result was anticlimactic. He didn't suddenly loose sensation from the cold like he had expected. It didn't seem much different from holding ice. Still doubtful, he put weight onto the leg until it hit the path. It wasn't nearly as built up as his first encounter.

He admitted that it hadn't snowed a lot earlier, and that the temperature was a little higher than the past few days - but Frost was not fooled. He knew it was only to make everyone think they were safe, to get everyone complacent, before the end of the world hit and no one was prepared when the snow drowned them all once again. It made sense, and his determination was renewed. He Would protect his house, no matter what happened

But first... every spell needed a focus. Perhaps the tree at the end of the road? It was big and tall with no leaves and the branches looked like big scary skeleton hands that were going to grab anyone that comes near and nope that was not happening he was not going near that tree. The fence maybe? It was already protecting them (though what from, Frost didn't know. Maybe dragons, if dragons are actually real? What if they're all just hiding? They might be real. Why else are there so many stories about them?) but the fence was so very big and what if he had to spell every single one for it to work?

But it still had to have some effort put into it...

When his eyes fell upon the house on the other side of the street, specifically on the snowkalon he had seen them make during the daytime while he had glared forlornly out of the window, he shivered. Some spells required sacrifice, like burning paper or breaking mirrors, but the book said it could be any sacrifice. And, if he did do what he thinks he must now do, it would be a real big sacrifice. He really didn't want to do it. But he needed to. He Would protect his home.



So he began, trying to copy how he had seen his neighbours do it. (They had invited him out, when they had seen him staring out at them, but he had haughtily refused.) It was harder than it looked, starting with a little ball that kept falling apart under the pads of his paws. And he wasn't wearing gloves like they had been, so every now and again he did a funny little dance to warm them up, though it never seemed to do much. It took longer than expected to roll up the two balls to a decent height for the body, then a sightly smaller one for the head. A little molding for the ears and nose, a couple stones for the eyes and one for the nose.


Frost looked upon his creation with a surprising amount of pride. Even more surprising was the smile he realised was on his face. Still feeling his usual boundless energy, he considered that just one might not be enough, and quickly got to work on another one.

Before he knew it, five snowkalons of varying sizes and quality decorated the lawn - just his own, with a couple more by his neighbours (he was maybe feeling a bit regretful about his attitude earlier that day, and wanted to apologise.) He was about to start on another one when he nearly fell over.

It was about time to go to bed, probably.

He stumbled, drowsy, to his room, unknowingly leaving wet pawprints behind. Feeling started to come back to his frozen limbs, but he was too tired to do anything but huddle under his covers, quickly sliding off to dreamland.


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It's a shame the little kalon would sleep into the afternoon after his late night adventure into spellcraft and snowmen, because those that walked past his household would marvel at the sculptures. One appeared like children, playing on a sledge; another of two adult kalons cuddling. The neighbours awwed at their snowkalons with heart shaped tails. Though the snow around the models was mostly trampled and stripped of snow, at a few of them a tell tale signature could be seen: a very small snow angel, embedded into the white.



When Frost woke up, everything was gone.

The sun was setting, bright and red, and the only evidence of the past week was wet slush and muddy puddles. Despite his fun last night, Frost was still delighted at the sight, and was likely the only child to be so. His joy, however, was not only at the absence of the frozen precipitation, but what he felt was his contribution to it's speedy disappearing act. It was evidence to his hard work. Evidence he had protected everyone from the evils they hadn't seen coming. He wasn't the bragging type though, he told himself, so he kept the reality and his participation secret from those around him. He liked secrets. They made him feel like a spy.

Like a hero, protecting those around him from an ugly truth. And when the snow comes again, he would be ready to fight it away.


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Frost never became fond of the snow, but every white winter he could be expected to make his army of snowkalons. With practice, his designs became more and more impressive, but every single one was created out of his duty to protect those around him. He grew out of his fear eventually, and the protection morphed into something more general.

'May everyone have good food and good presents and good fun this winter, may everyone stay safe and happy and have merry friends.'


He could be found making the sculptures to anyone who knew to ask, gritting his teeth through the harsh environment to see the happy expressions when people saw their gift from him.

He was always glad to see the season end, but he could never and would never wish for a winter without snow.

[₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow₊˚ ‧₊]

winter kalon #; 1862
username; ₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow꒱✦Milk
name; Azulia
gender; Female
prompt; wip

[viridxty]

Mark!

[SilhouetteStation]

winter kalon #; 1861
username; SilhouetteStation
name; Nial
gender; male

prompt; (958w)

He'd never been to the snowy regions. He knew they existed, yes, but he'd never had the chance to travel there. Ironic, really, considering he was a bard. It's a lifestyle that can take you across valleys and mountains, though taverns high and low, in thriving cities and quiet, sleepy towns. But as fun as it was, it wasn't always the most financially stable job. You had to rely on people recognizing your name enough to ask for you, to hire you, and in the meantime any extra income came from the donations of strangers. Often he found himself playing for his keep alone; a hearty meal, and a bed to rest his head at night. It could be a hard occupation, yes; not always steady, but it worked for him. You came, you saw, you played, you travelled on, and so the process repeated itself.

He'd just never been to the snow.

Some of the towns closest to the cold, mountainous regions got a sprinkling during winter, but this was soon turned to mud by footprints and cart wheels. He wasn't too fond of the cold. More than that, he wasn't fond of the idea of travelling so far and it not being worth the cost. How crowded could their inns be, really? If he'd never been there before, how could he expect decent pay? It was easier to stick to the warmer climate, easier to travel the paths he knew.

He'd never known an ice mage to live in Ashvyen before.

Ashvyen was one of those beautiful, summery cities. Somehow always warm, even in the rain, and brightened by the townsfolk who were always friendly and cheerful. Nicknamed the Blooming City, it was one of his favorites. The city was all pale stone and wildflowers, the surrounding valleys all lush grass and lily ponds. You could relax here. It was no wonder so many people made this place their home.

And now, it seemed, it was home to a rather interesting new resident. Ice mages, to his knowledge, often stuck to colder climates. They trained in snowy areas, and many chose to live there permanently. But this man seemed to have turned that stereotype on it's head. Here he was, using his powers to make icy paths and snow flurries for children and adults alike to play in. Just outside of the city, a large group were playing happily in the thick snow he'd made. Sprawled on their backs and moving their arms, riding down slopes on pieces of wood, rolling piles together into vague shapes. It was quite bizarre to see; a lake of crisp, white snow in the middle of green, sunny fields.

Fascinated was an understatement.

It was so cold underfoot, but somehow so soft. Almost fluffy to the touch. Enchanted snow, most definitely, because it didn't seem to melt. He scooped a small pile into his paws, playing with it between his fingers. It dissolved down into a shimmering haze, before falling gently back to the ground and reforming. Cold, but beautiful. The way the sunlight caught it. How crisp, how fresh, how...magical. Possibly a silly thought, considering where it had come from, but he thought it anyway.

As he stood there, taking it all in, the ice mage caught his eye. A large, lopsided grin was returned with Nial's small, hesitant smile. Maybe it was obvious that he felt out of place. The mage sent a fresh flurry his way and he fell to the ground, laughter bubbling in his chest. So this is what it felt like. It must be much worse in the icy, stinging winds, but this...this was fun.

The mages attention was caught by a group of children begging to be pushed on their makeshift sled, which he obliged to. Nial shifted his own attention to the snow around him. Chilling his legs, yes, but still fun. He started copying some of the others; pulling it together into shapes, piling on handfuls in a kind of sculpture. Some were making - rather questionable - animals, like frogs and rabbits. Without thinking, he started making a shape that looked like a person; the ice mage. He deserved his own...what did he call these? Snow sculptures? He deserved one, after making all of this in the first place.

Little dark stones for his eyes and lopsided grin. Small twigs for his nose. Really it looked nothing like him, but the thought was there. Shoddy but sentimental craftsmanship.

"Not bad!" a voice beside him said, making him jump. He turned to see the mage leaning over, studying the sculpture. Nial's face flushed slightly; he'd blame it on the cold. The last thing he needed was this guy thinking he was weird, making a snow sculpture of him. Luckily, he seemed none the wiser. "I like the nose," he continued. "Very...nosey." Nial laughed. "Oh, uh, thanks. My first one, actually. Not my first nose, I mean - my first snow...thing. Whatever you'd call this. I've never been in snow before," he added, and the mage's jaw dropped. "Snow is wonderful!" he exclaimed, eyes brightening. "Snow is - and ice is - it's all just fantastic! I suppose I'm a bit biased," he added with a laugh, "but I stand by it. I'm Benzel, by the way." "Nial," he replied, shaking his hand. "Traveller. Bard."

"You must have a few interesting stories to tell," Benzel said, taking his hand again and hauling him to his feet. "Feel free to indulge in them while we warm up in the tavern." "Only if you're buying," Nial replied, and they both laughed again. Perhaps it was a good thing he hadn't been in snow before. He might be rubbish at making sculptures, but it seemed he'd already made a friend.

[xel]

winter kalon #; 1862
username; Nyxic
name; Lydia
gender; Demi-girl (She/They)
prompt; WIP

[crucifying.]

mark

[clemen]

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winter kalon #; 1862
username; honkwastaken
name; aster | a wintry name that means star
gender; demigirl
prompt;

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aster had been cleaning out her room, when she found an old memory book. She began going threw the small book. she turned the page to a memory she was rather fond of and sat down on the side of her bed, beginning to read. there was no doubt, aster hadn’t seen snow for her whole life. she lived in southern florida. she found it hysterical that she was the opposite color of sun or anything warm related. her fur was the tones of blue and winter, not yellow and sun. it was rare if the weather was anything but sunny or rainy; boring actually. living in a small apartment complex that she could peak out the blinds of to see the sandy shore every morning may sound dream-like, and it was nice, but it also got exhausting. if there wasn’t a constant heat wave then there was a flood. not to mention, the beaches were always packed. she sometimes longed for the gentle concept of snow falling and her watching from a window. not her waking up every morning to see beach chairs and loads of noisy people out of her window. it was that or some type of hurricane. aster didn’t have a lot of friends, she was homeschooled since she was young, and she loved staying home with her parents of course she did, but she did get lonely often. that was when her parents had recommended talking to one of her cousins sei, who had ended up being one of her best friends. sei was in fact her cousin, but they didn’t look similar at the slightest. they would talk often, sometimes even face time. the two were like superglued together. her cousin and her both had the same sense of humor, causing both of them to laugh every-time they called. both however had longed for the day where aster would come to visit from her warm state so the two could meet up. just in fact, on aster’s 14th birthday, her parents had surprised her with the trip. she would finally get to meet sei and the rest of her family. she also had the hollow hope of seeing the snow she constantly daydreamed of. they were going in early december, so there was a 50/50 chance of there being snow. the day came, they boarded the plane and set off. aster’s whole family was jumpy, especially the young girl. however after an eight hour plane ride, she drifted off into a slumber; it didn’t last for long however, she was jerked awake by her mother who had gestured to the plane window as they began to land. it was...snowing! real snow! aster’s eyes went wide with excitement, she could already see herself with the rest of her family and sei being out in the snow instead of the hot flordian sun. the plane landed and they arrived. thankfully, the drive that lead them to aster’s family’s house didn’t take long. she got there and was greeted by a huge hug by sei and went to get her stuff together with the rest of her family. the snow was gently falling, it was almost like her daydream was coming true. she sleepy admired the frosted ice falling delicately from the sky. tomorrow would surely bring her one item off her bucket list, and tons of fun. when she opened her eyes the next morning, she wasn’t wrong. outside had piled up with snow, a good ten inches of snow. sei had come into her room thirty minutes after she had woke up. they were so excited the didn’t even eat their breakfast! they quickly got suited up into snow gear, calling themselves the “melters of hearts” (get it? since.. snow can melt-) while they were bundled up all nice and cozy. aster had a cute bobble hat and a gray scarf with a comfy jacket, while sei had a melty beanie and a layer of scarves. the two girls hurried outside, aster could hardly believe that this was snow. and she was daydreaming it. sei had taught aster about snow angels, which she fell in love with, along with snow forts and snowball fights, which she also fell in love with. however when sei had lazily mentioned a snowman aster’s eyes had burned with excitement. aster’s new mission was to build this adorable snow creature in their front lawn. so, sei explained how to do it and aster caught on very quickly, paying attention. soon the two had three round circles of snow, a big, medium, and small one. they also had and assortment of bottle caps, sticks, and whatever else they could find under the snow. aster gently placed the circles on top of each other. she smiled warmly at the sight. sei was sticking the sticks in for arms. the two couldn’t stop giggling and smiling at their new friend. sei placed her scarf on the snowman and put in bottle caps for eyes, then proceeded to grave a a short rock for a flat nose. aster placed her hat on top of him. the two stared at their frosty friend in awe, proud of what they had accomplished. aster’s amount of pure joy was indescribable. “He will be called Twinkle Prancealot!” aster declared as she tried to avoid the fit of giggles that was soon to stir. over sei’s loud laughing, she managed to say; “What? why would you call him Twinkle Prancealot?” sei said while wiping tears from her eyes, they had laughed a lot. aster dreamily thought on it. “Well, he twinkles handsomely.. and prancer is his favorite reindeer.” aster said before once again falling over in the snow laughing with her best friend. the two eventually headed inside after having a snow fort and calling it “Fort TwinklePrancy”. they had finished drawing the snowman and watching a movie. The two had drifted off into a slumber. They even made a grave for the snowmen when he melted, they got so attached to him. Aster let out a light laugh and proceeded to rest her paw over the page of memories. this was one of her favorite memories. It was only two or three years ago, but she would give anything to go back into the snow with her family, who knows? maybe this year she might just book a trip to build her second snowman...
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[Knickknacks]

winter kalon #; 1862

username; knickknacks

name; naomi {of hebrew origin; meaning "pleasantness"}

gender; female

prompt; [-/2000]

wip ?