#Kalvir

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Devan: What’s your biggest fear?

Trynewn: Abandonment

Aubrie: Helplessness

Kalvir: Dying

Tal: Mine is the Kool-Aid man, but I feel stupid about it now.

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What Color Does Your OC's Love Feel Like?

I was tagged by @bunniletto​! Feel free to do it for your OCs, if you want to! The quiz link is here!

Just a few of my OCs, including the new boy Saud Malik~

Saud Malik - Bright Sunny Yellow: Sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses and shielding your eyes from the sun. Your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. It's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. It's wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. It's the the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. It's the impatience too. The bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready. It's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. And still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. Your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. It's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. It's bubbling excitement sure, but it's also demanding, focused, driven. It's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. And you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait. It's tiring almost as much as it's laser focused ambition, deeply rooted desire and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. And it does, I promise it does. The waves crash, the beach floods and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. And it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.

Kalvirs Lemshks-Elkano - Warm Burnt Orange: Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

Valfore Clamenti - Cold Stark Gold: Fireworks, borrowed lighters and sparklers against a dark backdrop, yours is a love that burns stark and bright. It's scary though, like things that burn always tend to be, but for you it isn't the thrill of the open flames that gives pause and a slight stomach drop of terror, but rather the time when the flames go out, the sparkler ends and the night is cold and dark once again. Fireworks, borrowed lighters, a striken match, your love burns bright and fast and then maybe it passes, maybe the feeling dies out and you're left in the cold once again. And that's the feeling isn't it? Of being bored and waiting for someone to light you up again? To be fair, you do know you don't need it, but then again we don't often crave the things we need. And you crave and yearn and burn in the wait, restless in the knowledge that at some point someone will pass and rub you the right way, that some day you'll light up the night sky bright yet again. There's comfort in the darkness and solace in the predictable loneliness of the in between, but your heart still squirms inside you, waiting and willing and begging to burn up again. Your love might not be comfort, it's not one for the sick days, but then again, there's a reason why everyone waits for the shining lights in the sky during holidays.

(How did they all end up as warm colors??)

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An Assassin’s Vow Epilogue

A/N: This is the epilogue to WIP An Assassin’s Vow. It is a prequel novel to my first book, Beloved. This doesn���t spoil anything too major for the book! Please leave your feedback! I could really use it. Also: i haven’t edited this yet.

Tal had never seen his friend so tense before. Even with everything that happened between him and Chesed, Devan had been upset, yes, but never tense and on edge. He’d been this way ever since he’d gone to retrieve his bride and had returned to the castle alone. When Tal asked what had happened, Devan had simply said that she hadn’t been there.

When the prince suggested a camping trip a few months later, Tal had readily agreed—along with Kalvir and Trynewn. Their two newest members—Jasper and Eric—had hesitantly complied. And that was how they now found themselves in that horrid forest again. Though, for Tal, it wasn’t quite as terrifying as he recalled.

Tal rounded the wagon, smiling when he saw Jasper and Eric playfully wrestling over who would get to ride in the wagon with the supplies. The knight joined in the fray, needing a distraction from his worrisome thoughts. He grabbed a hold of Jasper who shouted in protest while Eric doubled over, laughing. It was a running joke to pick on the newest member—and that just so happened to Jasper, who joined six months after Eric did.

Jasper shoved Tal off just as Devan walked out from behind the wagon, a tight smile on his face. Tal brushed some dust off his midnight blue cape, Jasper and Eric wearing matching ones. Before Tal could say anything to Devan, the prince had him caught in a headlock. Tal grunted, fighting against the prince. Devan’s hold tightened on the knight, and Tal knew there would be no getting out of this one.

Devan chuckled. “Yield, Tal. You’re not getting out of this one.”

Tal tried again to escape, grunting with the effort. “Not this again…” he muttered, glaring at his dust-covered boots while trying to loosen Devan’s arm. “You’ve been doing this to me since we were seven. You and your stupid human strength.” It was partially true. There had been moments of their childhood where Devan had done this to him before. And though ten years had passed before they saw one another again, Devan acted as if those years apart had never existed. Tal paused, straining against Devan’s hold, scowling. Finally, he stilled and released a huff. “I yield.”

Devan laughed, ruffling Tal’s dark locks, releasing him. “Perhaps one-on-one is a little unfair.”

Tal straightened, scowling at his best friend while attempting to fix his hair. “Jerk…”

Devan chuckled, shaking his head. Tal knew that Devan’s smile was a forced one, and he could only begin to guess and imagine the pain that his friend was feeling. Tal shifted his attention to the newly appointed captain—Trynewn—as he approached them, golden armor clanging as he walked. 

He bowed to the prince. “Your Majesty, Kalvir located your horse.”

Tal’s brows launched upward in surprise. It’d been months since Skai had been seen. Devan had admitted to Tal that he’d allowed his bride to take his horse when she left. And if Skai had been found, surely that meant there was a good sign that the girl was nearby. Tal knew that Devan was thinking the same thing as he approached the white stallion, wrapping his arms around the creature’s neck. “Skai? What happened?”

The horse snorted, flattening his ears. “I… I cannot bring myself to say.”

Devan nodded, and Tal sensed a shift in the prince, something akin to fierce protection surging to the surface. Tal stepped back a step at the sheer intensity of it before steeling himself as Devan put a lid on the bubbling power. 

“Where is she?”

Skai hung his head. “Devan—”

“Where,” Devan practically begged, “is she? Please, Skai.”

Skai sighed. “She’s here.” He lifted his head to look at a spot behind some bushes. Tal and Devan followed the horse’s gaze. The knight was just able to make out terrified green eyes and red hair.

“Carina…” Devan whispered.

The girl sprang to her feet, whirling around in her white gown as she raced away deeper into the forest. Tal tensed, ready to go after her at the prince’s command. Devan acted quickly, swinging himself up onto the horse, chasing after the girl. Tal and the others followed, gaining on the runaway bride. 

They jumped over rocks, logs, and roots, greenery flying by. The girl stumbled, her shoes struggling to keep her up in this environment. Devan and Skai reached her first, scooping her up onto the horse with ease. Tal and the others slowed, eyeing the girl as she sat, trembling, atop Devan’s horse, the prince’s arm wrapped securely around her. 

“You may all return to camp,” Devan ordered, the authority in his voice leaving no room for negotiation.

Tal looked at Devan, a questioning look on his face. A silent question passed between them, Tal wanting to know if his friend desired for him to stay close. Devan discreetly shook his head, turning Skai away from Tal and the others. Tal bowed and returned to camp.

* * *

Tal slowly approached the prince and his bride, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. He bowed to the prince, noting the young woman’s disheveled and dirty state, though he was more concerned with her well-being than her appearance.

“The others are awaiting your orders, my Prince,” Tal said, glancing at Devan’s bride for only a brief moment before shifting his gaze back to his friend. “Trynewn believes we will reach Castlecairn in three days. Maybe five if there are any setbacks.”

Devan nodded, gesturing for Carina to step forward; she complied, taking small steps. “Carina, my love, this is Tal, my oldest friend.”

Tal was a little taken aback by the gentleness in Devan’s voice and the love and adoration he held in his eyes when he looked at the red-headed woman. He’d never heard or seen Devan behave like this before. Tal thought back to their conversation by the Fire of Tredia, and the way Devan had stared at the flames with both surprise and love. Then he recalled the sketches Devan would make in a journal he’d once owned of a girl with very similar features to the young woman standing before him now.

Tal watched, amused, as Carina’s cheeks took on a shade of red and offered Tal a curtsey. 

“Hello…”The knight bowed. “My lady, it is wonderful to finally meet you.”

Tal caught the look of pride in Devan’s eyes as he gazed at Carina. The corner of Tal’s mouth twitched upward, overly happy for his friend. 

“Tal was assigned to be your personal guard,” Devan explained to his bride. “Especially when I am unable to be by your side.”

A sense of pride warmed Tal’s chest and he stood a little straighter. He was pleased to know that Devan trusted him to protect Carina—the most precious thing in the world to the prince of Tredia. And it was Tal’s sole duty to keep her safe.

Carina frowned, brows drawing together. “Guard?”

Tal’s lips pulled into a gentle smile. “You are the prince’s bride. That makes you a valuable target. And Prince Devan is insistent on nothing happening to you.”

He didn’t miss the way her eyes flitted away from his for only a brief millisecond or the way her jaw tightened in a way that suggested pain or guilt. Tal knew that feeling all too well.

A stiff smile played across her lips. “Well… I’m sure having you as my guard will make me much safer.”

Tal couldn’t stop himself from returning the smile. “If you need me, just call.”

Devan handed the reins over to Tal who took them without a word, leading the horse away. “Oh, sure…” the horse snorted, somehow managing to roll his eyes as Devan led Carina toward his tent. “He gets his bride and suddenly I’m forgotten.” Tal missed what Devan said next, too busy trying not to laugh out loud at the horse’s outburst and ultimately failed when the horse suddenly shouted, “I heard that!”

Tal laughed, throwing his head back. He watched Devan guide Carina into the tent, thoughts churning. Now that Devan’s bride was actually here, Tal’s new role was to begin. And he refused to fail this time. He would protect his future queen with his dying breath. She was, after all, his brother’s bride. And that made her family.

[yami0204]

After nearly a decade I have finally made reference sheets for my OC Kalvirs. Hopefully I can clean these up when I have some time.

[jedimolivolicom]

Narodno pozorište Sarajevo za narednu sedmicu priprema niz sjajnih predstava. U ponedjeljak 6. marta sa početkom u 19:30 sati, East West Centar u saradnji sa Narodnim pozorištem Sarajevo, publici će omogućiti da uživa u koncertu za kalvir i glas koji je komponovao Danijel Žontar "Pjesme o vodi, hljebu i ljubavi” u režiji Harisa Pašovića.  Dautf8

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Kalvir: You ever look at two people and wonder why they haven’t kissed yet?

Devan: Every day.

Aubrie and Tal: Why are you looking at us?

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Tal: It’s over, we won.

*an enemy behind Tal slowly stands back up*

Devan:

Aubrie:

Trynewn:

Kalvir: *starts to point*

Tal: No, no. We won. I’m not turning around and looking at it, it’s over. We won.

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Faceclaim meme??

I got tagged by @bunniletto again, this time the challenge is to show off a faceclaim for an OC. Now. We all know that my OC Kalvirs is basically EXO's Xiumin if he was a weird anthro fox, so this time I'll do a different OC: Manu Yajneshwara

I have an entire document dedicated characters from this specific world, which includes faceclaims. Anyway, Manu is very heavily inspired by a specific EXO's Kai.

This Kai:

I've always seen this Kai as looking like a mad scientist, so of course my half-crazed freelance mage has to look like Overdose Kai. So he's Overdose Kai. That's just how things are.

I'm not going to tag anyone, but if someone thinks this might be a neat thing to do, go ahead and do it and tag me! I love looking at people's OCs!! :D

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[yami0204]

My OC Kalvirs as a Genshin Impact character. Click here if you want to read what his hypothetical stats and skills and background are.