#Kalor

[emotigonecreative]

Vanth pulls her hood up as she makes her way through Dito, magic pulling at the darkness around her to hide her from sight on her mission.

[kalorcult]

OMG, IS THAT ARTS THAT HAVE KALOR MADE BY @kako1to-chell ?!?! That crazy

Thi man is so cool, like fr

[rottikattart]

Vanth Noctura's life changed when a fateful encounter at the age of seven brought her into the world of spies and assassins, known in whispers as the Court of the Moon. In a life devoted to death she has learned how to strike fast and true- but when a familiar face finds itself on the other end of her blade she finds her loyalty to the Court put to the test, with the life she has fought for hanging in the balance.

-- Do you like DND? Do you like morally-grey characters and unreliable narrators and tragic backstories about child assassins growing up and coping with the horrific things they've done under orders? This has been my baby for months- six chapters, fully illustrated, detailing a turning point in my DND character's history that helped define the person they have become. I had a blast writing it, and hope you, my hypothetical readers, might enjoy it too~ (and possibly offer constructive criticism on the writing so I can improve if you're so inclined~<3) Mind the tags! It deals in dark themes and unhappy endings, so if that's not your cup of tea feel free to steer clear. :)

[bisakimia]

SUHU DAN KALOR - Simulasi Bentuk dan Perubahan Energi

Seperti yang kita ketahui, perubahan energi adalah berubahnya suatu bentuk energi ke bentuk energi lainnya. Berbagai macam bentuk perubahan energi dapat kita jumpai dalam kehidupan sehari-hari. Perubahan energi ditujukan untuk meringakan pekerjaan atau kegiatan yang dilakukan oleh manusia, seperti halnya penggunaan berbagai alat elektronik di rumah. Contohnya, kompor listrik. Kompor listrik…

[shvdwscng]

closed @n1ghtsongs ( wyllan ) | continued from here

a  draven  approaching  the  commander  never  promised  to  be  a  decent  moment.  one  might  consider  kalore  dramatic  at  his  thoughts,  but  no  one  aside  imalda  seemed  to  know  or  understand  his  distaste  towards  this  family.  some  might  argue  it  was  misplaced,  he  was  aware  as  well  but  old  habits  certainly  did  die  hard.  though  of  all  of  them,  this  one  and  their  emissary  was  the  bottom  of  his  list  that  were  a  nuisance  to  him.  he  doesn't  shift  his  gaze  from  the  intricate  blade  work  that  in  a  rare  moment  impressed  the  daemati.  "we  have  curious  gazes,  i  wonder  if  the  high  lord  of  this  court  has  been  keeping  tabs  in  his  belongings  well  enough."  he  doubted  it,  knowing  this  room  remained  lock  for  some  time,  and  now  kalore  had  found  his  way  through.  he  wasn't  the  only  inquisitive  mind,  or  the  in  case  of  wyllan,  too  much  free  time  on  their  mind.  "do  tell  me,  what  did  you  find  missing?"  a  note  of  curiousity  heard  as  he  offered  a  glance  to  the  high  lord's  cousin.  he  set  the  blade  down  in  it's  original  place,  "not  particularly  but  i  can  be  persuaded  to  owning  a  fine  piece  of  art  work.  do  you  believe  he  will  mind?"

[courtsongs]

closed starter for: @shvdwscng kalore x caelan

caelan is the first man to say that he has no friends. that is, of course, a complete and total lie. none more evident than in this moment, as he approaches the pub, to a not-at-all familiar seat in the back. "i'm surprised you were able to find this place," he says as he slips into the seat across from kalore. "i have hardly been able to find a bed in this foreign place." which is an understatement, but he isn't about to express his stress at being thrown here. "i am also sorry to say i have nothing more for you at the moment. unless you wished to meet for different reasons." his eyes glimmer with amusement. he leans back in his seat, knowing that not a single soul in here will give him a once-over. being invisible is what he's best at.

[alaradraven]

location: summer court, adriata. night court suite. time: night time, unspecified. with: @shvdwscng , kalore.

ALARA had been panicked, but not in the way to cut off her senses & her working brain. She may have been a mere scholar, but she was smart enough to know what kind of change this was & what it had implied. While she didn't have all the details - nor she could have them as she had been curled up by a fireplace, reading a book when she got blinded then dropped in the bloody Adriata, of all places.

ah, well. it will take some getting used to.

Lounging in the shared space of the Night court's suite, Alara had picked up the habit she had gotten in Dusk court, pouring herself a glass of whiskey, sitting down by the window to stare at the night-sky. At least it was night. At least there were stars & the moon, though it wasn't as beautiful as the night-sky back in Velaris. Feeling a presence, the scholar turned & greeted the Night court's spymaster with a friendly smile.

"Evening, Kalore. Will you indulge me in a drink? I wanted to ask if you have any ideas on what had just happened, because I am still coming up short with theories."

[blackcatarts]

rough and tumble!

[feathcrcd]

closed starter for kalore, @shvdwscng.

" commander, " eldar greeted kalore right upon seeing him in one of the darkest halls of the dusk court residence. " really hope you are not looking for me, i'm–" a short pause between his words, as he adjusted his jacket in a way that would makes it impossible to see that bottle of sin from any angle, more for the dramatics of it rather than eldar caring what the male in front of him thinks. " extremely busy. " a guilty smile not shying from his lips. there was a tiny bit of truth to his act in the way he continuously reminded his brother the high lord, kalore and truthfully, anyone else that he was too irresponsible and airheaded to take any interest in the art of politics they all desperately tried to master. though his oldest brother was in the position of power, he had no doubts kalore could have some sway with him, same as his father previously, and so his intentions were quite clear. appear as useless as possible. not that he had to make much of an effort with that.

[empyrcals]

@shvdwscng ( zehra & kalore )

hues of burnt umber and smoldering black swirl with another sort of darkness - a sharp focus and yet unreadable. One wondered if a second in command powers had failed him too, always wondering and suspicious of him. Zehra would always protect Timur, even if it meant protecting him from himself or his inner circle. it stemmed from the loss of their father, the nature of his demise and while trust was placed in the grey by a high lord himself her father had trusted many too. Surely, given the correct circumstances, Zehra would trust him too, but in her own self, with the beasts she kept at bay and the complex fiber of her being, her true opinion of the great kalore was carefully guarded. There was no tangible reason to react so, but for ages, a sister to the high lord of night was cautious, especially knowing how his gifts could be used. "Kalore," Zehra called, gesturing to a chess board near enough them to see in the space they encountered one another. "Can you be torn from your duties? I hoped you would accept a match and we may speak the two of us"

[ofcovrts]

for @shvdwscng

"when do you think we will be allowed to return to velaris?" he asks, eyes flitting toward the other night court fae, "not that i don't love brushing elbows with those of lesser courts..." he deadpans, lips turning up ever so slightly in amusement, "but working here... i cannot concentrate like i can back home." the social aspect, the homesick aspect — he's counting down the seconds until they get to return, whenever that may be, "you must be miserable too, yes?"

[emotigonecreative]

Soup pulls their mask down, exposing their true identity as they gaze up at the stars they came from and wonder just how much longer it will be until they can be among them once more.

[ofhopess]

closed starter for kalore | @shvdwscng

what she was wearing, could barely be considered a dress, but it was important the same image the crafted for the court of nightmares was the same one that was worn here, and so the barely there dress did it's job well enough and the general was doing her best not to sulk over it. at least her gown was on theme, at least a little, but she had seen several members of her own inner circle that seemed to have taken extended liberties with the dress code. "that's your interpretation of spring?" she asked the second of the night court, brows flared in amusement as her head tilted towards him. "how, festive, of you."

[shvdwscng]

for  a  man  who  held  little  patience  for  most  around,  he  could  recognize  the  fault  did  not  always  lie  in  those  before  him.  working  along  with  others  was  a  necessary  sacrifice,  and  an  unwanted  chore.  it  was  something  he  had  learned  to  do  overtime  when  he  set  on  this  path  of  serving  a  high  lord  he  didn't  hold  a  high  opinion.  some  might  argue,  it  was  misplaced,  and  as  was  much  of  his  less  than  ideal  traits.  some  days  the  inner  circle  of  night  vexed  him  to  not  end,  and  other  days  kalore  had  a  habit  of  sidelining  them  when  he  was  preoccupied  on  his  own  vices.

a  brow  rose  at  her  quick  response,  "i'd  wager  you  were  quite  eager  to  make  those  sentiments  know  to  me  for  sometime  now."  that  was  still  perhaps  an  understatement.  "nonetheless,  i  would  invite  anyone  to  try,  but  very  few  would  possess  the  galls  to  do  so."  kalore  had  always  accepted  he'd  earn  either  one  of  two  responses  from  the  night  court  inner  circle  -  dislike  or  fear,  some  cases,  both.  it  would  be  a  stretch  and  a  lie  to  assume  the  commander  disliked  his  third  in  command,  he  didn't  approve  of  her  methods  but  that  was  another  issue  entirely.  disliking  someone  would  require  a  purpose,  and  he  had  none  when  it  came  to  her.  in  the  end  ,  they  were  the  night  fae,  they  were  his  people  and  his  every  choice  that  led  him  to  this  position  had  been  one  he  had  forged  with  his  hands.

he  watches  idly  as  the  younger  commander  retrieved  her  daggers  from  the  trees,  and  his  words  had  certainly  been  one  to  take  with  caution.  the  beasts  were  not  unruly,  but  truly  there  was  no  telling  at  what  point  they'd  change  their  minds  or  attack  when  the  perceived  any  of  the  new  comers  as  threats.  be  it  lifting  a  weapon  that  was  not  aimed  towards  them.  "if  you  were  tempted  to,  i'd  truly  question  your  sanity  -  far  more  than  i  normal  make  a  habit  of.  it  is  bothersome,  having  their  guard  dogs  watch  our  every  move."

each word the commander before her spoke, though truthful in its nature, bit at her - imperious and cold and calculated like a sharp winter breeze. kalore's eyes, the way he held himself, never gave anything away, and time and time again amara had to remind herself that they were on the same side. they both served the night court, its people, the dravens. even if their methods were different, even if the beating of his heart seemed almost masked by frost... they both worked tirelessly to achieve what was best at the end of the day. "though i'm sure you know it doesn't mean some wouldn't love to try," she admitted - a bit too quickly. amara wasn't speaking about herself. not entirely. she made her way over to the thicket of trees, pulling each dagger one by one out of the ashen bark and placed them securely back in her belt. following suit, she took in the boundless sky above, wishing to see those terrifying, majestic wings for only a moment, despite the impending danger they would signal. trapped under a mountain in the court of nightmares itself to wandering the endless lights of velaris at all hours of the night - amara still yearned to know what the world felt like from above. "on that much we can agree," she mused. "despite it looking like i have a death wish every now and then, i'm not looking to provoke what i cannot contend with."

[shvdwscng]

STATUS : CLOSED ⟳ @stxrslisten ;; seraphina

the  commander  had  only  briefly  given  glances  to  the  newest  draven  since  his  arrival.  though  not  done  entirely  with  intention,  but  as  his  high  lord  continued  to  remain  in  isolation  and  only  around  his  wife,  it  was  left  entirely  on  kalore  to  do  the  mingling  the  high  lord  of  night  should  be  participating  in.  with  his  abilities  returned,  the  commander  knew  his  task  became  far  easier,  choosing  his  targets  carefully  to  learn  what  he  needed  before  making  his  way  to  the  inner  circle  members  of  the  dusk  court.  he  had  stepped  out  of  his  high  lord's  office  and  made  his  way  through  the  high  family's  quarters,  pausing  when  he  heard  the  cooing  of  the  infant.  as  commander  and  friend  of  the  high  lord  of  night,  kalore  knew  he'd  have  to  make  his  round  and  play  the  part  with  the  high  lady.  "where  we  in  the  night  court,  this  little  boy  would  have  an  endless  trail  of  gifts."  a  dip  of  his  head  in  respect  to  lady  seraphina,  "how  are  you  faring,  my  lady?"

[blackcatarts]

we grew up a little too fast