Kur0Kam1's Literatures
He has followed the steps perfectly: “pick the heaviest weight you can find, get loud, and lift.”
Haikus written from Dusk's perspective
Tilahesk grew up in the tribe of firenewts found within Mount Rancor. Like the other newts that call the volcano home he had a proper place in his tribe. He creates medicinal potions for those injured in hunts.
There's so few Vigil left but now the budding city feels full of life.
The streets are well lit. There are extra lights along the merchant's street and not a single one has gone out. The sounds are overwhelming. Pups are yelling and laughing. Merchants are yelling to the crowd, trying to plant desire in the hearts and wallets of the vexxils that pass their stalls.
There’s still hope, the white hawk has always been hope. A symbolic message in itself, that Mitra bred in secret.
The sky that was once colorful is now just orange in hue. The stars are golden, some becoming more pronounced with the outline of constellations connecting them. The void has become a diamond above a single upturned crescent moon. From the diamond there are darke cracks of void that stretch all the way across the sky.
Vesper decided to join in on the festival activities after hearing the roar of the crowds and seeing the bright flashes of fireworks throughout the night the previous week.
She holds up a pigeon rat in front of her, the strange dollar store griffin wiggling and screeching.
Maybe she should have put a little more thought into signing her name.
Wisp deems this her favorite birthday and has a dream about holding a large party for her daydreams as they purr around her.
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Wisp sat down at her desk, Date Note in hand.
After a long day in the market and a lot of money spent Wisp finally had everything she wanted.
Wisp's favorite place in the kingdom is the observatory. A large room build like a greenhouse. It doesn't have much in it. In a far corner there's a clock that shows not only the time but the day of the week. It's one of the few ways to truly tell the time in the kingdom.
Wisp created her castle and most of the things found in the kingdom. She tends to go over board though. This is most easily seen in the pigeon rats and hall of infinite doors. She thinks highly of herself for good reason. She insists on doing things by herself and likes to go above and beyond when doing so. She prides herself on her achievements and strives to create new and better things.
Scorch was created to monitor fires. Not the kind of warming flames he sits beside now that he loves outdoors, but the flames of the advanced lanterns that douse the faces of Stellae-Lucis in colors too soft for their cruelty.
At some point in his creation something must have gone wrong.
It seems fitting that the voice of god would come from such a beautiful vessel.
Another poster. Just as heinous as the last.
Gremble hurries on his way, picking steps over Aerics tail and casting a curious glance at the vexxil who didn’t pay him any mind as it walked right into his path.
Throlas grew up in a small village among his family and close family friends named Waesran, where Silvanus is a large part of their life. For the first few years of his life he lived within the protective magic that hid the village.