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Tennotober 2024

My collection of works based on the Tennotober 2024 prompts.

Hi all! I wanted to take part in Tennotober 2024, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to draw 31 art pieces, so I’m doing some fics instead!

The Warframe Tennotober 2024 Prompt List can be found here: https://forums.warframe.com/topic/1412660-official-tennotober-2024-megathread/

Day 7: Kalymos: Tenacity Overcomes Malady…Doesn’t It?

She’s his trusted Kavat, his loyal companion. Thus, when Kalymos falls terribly ill, she looks to him for aid.

TW:

Somewhat graphic depictions of illness (fatigue, pain, difficulty breathing, and hind-limb paralysis) in an animal, and the emotions and confusion caused by it. I want to be *incredibly* serious for a moment and make sure that y’all are staying safe while reading. If you—like myself—are an animal lover and you know that reading about an animal struggling is going to hurt you, I would advise that you take caution with this chapter. I attempt to be somewhat realistic in my writing (especially when it comes to medical events, since I’m a pre-vet student and come from a family of medical professionals), but I also acknowledge that some may not want to read that, and that’s totally fine. I will say that the story has a ‘happy’ ending, as with canon, but I understand if some of you choose to skip this chapter due to the content.

Brief, non-graphic mention of a medical procedure (blood drawing).

Implied, non-graphic death of an animal. I’m personally of the stance that Albrecht cloned Kalymos, so that’s what this warning refers to.

I also would like to add that this chapter is in Kalymos’s perspective, so she does use non-human terms for certain things (like calling the Entrati children ‘kits’, referring to Loid as Albrecht’s ‘mate’, and other such things). As such, she also doesn’t understand what’s going on, so there’s going to be a bit of confusion and fear from her when we as the audience know that Albrecht and Loid are just trying to help.

With everything out of the way, the fic begins under the cut.

She rasps out a harsh yowl, trotting to her master’s side. Her tail swishes from side to side as her eyes narrow, scrutinizing him, her sharp nose working to detect any unusual scents. Once satisfied that he hasn’t gotten into anything stupid, she tilts her head upwards. He lets out a low sound, one that Kalymos has learned to associate with amusement, and a purr rumbles through her chest as he scratches under her chin. The sudden appearance of other voices turns her attention away from him, her ear flicking as she sees two taller beings and two smaller ones. One of the taller ones—her master’s kit, if she recalls correctly—strides forward, her voice so sharp that Kalymos finds herself stepping between her master and his kin. She growls lowly, her tail-tip lashing, the metal adornments wrapped around it jingling with the movement.

“Kalymos.” Her Albrecht’s stern voice catches her attention, warning her to behave herself. Her ears flatten and she hisses, baring her teeth at the woman in front of her, but obeys her master. She stalks off, towards the smaller beings and ‘Loid’, her master’s mate. The little ones bare their teeth as she approaches, an expression that, for whatever reason, she has learned means that they’re pleased. Loid pats her head, though she ignores him—which elicits an offended huff from the human—, preferring to rub against the kits. How are they that harsh woman’s offspring, the Kavat finds herself wondering. She stiffens as the female kit grabs at her tail, mrowing harshly in protest. The small paws release her, and she curls her tail against her body protectively. Kalymos turns her attention to the older one, the male. She prefers him, he is quieter, often satisfied simply watching the Kavat.

Why does she suddenly feel so tired?

Her ear flicks as she flops herself down at the male’s side, leaning her head on his lap. Her eyes close, the sounds of her master arguing with his kin fading as she slumbers.

Days pass. Kalymos follows her master where she can, even if he scolds her for it. She sits at his side one sunrise, watching as he scribbles unintelligible symbols across a piece of paper. She finds herself panting, her jaws hanging open as if she had run laps around the large laboratory. Her chest feels tight, her breaths not relieving the strange feeling. Her Albrecht makes an odd sound, and she believes that she senses concern in his tone.

Perhaps a short nap is in order.

When she awakens, her master leads her into an odd room. She spots Loid, and confusion rises in her chest. She just wants to sleep, though she finds herself unable to move as Albrecht suddenly holds her against his chest. She feels something cold on her furless skin, then hisses sharply as her master’s mate stabs something into the base of her neck. After a few moments, they release her, and she backs away, tail lashing, ears pinned. She yowls, betrayal coursing through her mind.

Why did they do that?!

She’s always been loyal to him, why did he hurt her?

She backs herself into a corner, behind a chair, snapping at their hands as they move closer. Her master’s voice rumbles, and at once the hands stop reaching for her. She curls up, her eyes drifting shut once more.

Something’s wrong.

Her back leg feels odd when she attempts to stand on it. She yowls as a sharp pain shoots through it, and shifts her weight to her other paw. She limps out of the corner, only seeing Loid in the room. Kalymos eyes him warily, but allows him to get close. He places down a small bowl of food. She can smell that there is something strange about it, but her belly grumbles, and she favors her hunger over her suspicion. After she’s had her fill, she lays down, breaths coming in harsh pants. She lowers her head to her paws, hoping that when she awakens, she’ll feel better.

It seems that is not the case, as she attempts to stand but falls, her back legs unable to support her. She tries again, pushing herself upwards. Once again, her legs fail her, and her form thuds to the floor. Her head swivels, her eyes wide in panic, and she lets out a harsh screech.

Where is everyone?

She hears loud thuds, sees her master’s form rush into the room. She cannot bring herself to protest when he scoops her up, as she feels the weight of her hind limbs dangling uselessly in the air. She barely notices when he places her gently into a soft bed, though the warmth feels nice on her hairless skin. His voice rumbles, and she forces her head up to look at him, panic still twisting in her chest. His gaze seems worried, and she attempts to lean forward, to press her head against his knee, but her legs waver, and she sets herself back down.

The days become a blur. Kalymos doesn’t know how long she has laid in this bed, chest heaving with her uneven breaths. Her legs still won’t support her. Her master talks to her, though he busies himself with something that she cannot decipher.

She swears that she catches sight of a thin, white tail.

Her mind must be fooling her.

Her heart beats strangely as she closes her eyes. One thump too fast, another too slow. She nestles her head further against her paws, distantly hearing the gilded adornments clink against each other.

Just a bit more sleep.

She will be alright. Her master won’t let anything happen.

She doesn’t need to be afraid.

Kalymos awakens in that bed, surrounded by soft pelts. She gets to her paws—wasn’t she unable to do that before?—, stretching. She catches sight of her Albrecht, and chirps sharply. She tilts her head as a choked sound comes from him, and pads over to him, rubbing her form along his legs. He kneels, bringing his face to hers, then holds her close for a moment.

Why is he upset?

She’s alright, why is he acting as if she wasn’t?

Finally, she hears a sigh from him, and he stands. She follows him as he walks out of the room, and she catches the scents of his kin, of the sharp-tongued woman and her kits, of Loid. His kin, and hers as well. She trots beside him, though her steps get faster, and soon she is bounding towards them. She weaves between Loid’s legs, moving to press her head against each of the kits’ in turn, hearing their excited mews as she does so. She pauses at the harsh woman, gaze narrowing, tail-tip flicking almost lazily as she thinks. The Kavat steps forward, her moves purposeful as she rubs against her long limbs. She cannot stop herself from nipping at her ankle, however, satisfaction weaving through her mind as she hears an offended sound. She turns to the male kit, his gaze swirling with a look that she cannot name.

“Rrow!” She rasps loudly, proclaiming the end of her rounds, as amused sounds emerge around her. The kit pats the ground beside him, an invitation to sit, and the Kavat ponders it, though before she can seat herself, she hears the sound of something rolling across the floor. She whips around, her tail flicking in excitement as she crouches, eying the rounded, strangely colored—an oddly muted, sandy-gray—object. She pounces on it, tossing it into the air. Her master’s voice rumbles, but she doesn’t pay attention, instead entertaining herself as she bounds around, chasing the toy. The kits laugh, rolling it across the floor for her to chase.

She isn’t tired anymore.

A purr rumbles in her chest as she settles next to her master, right in front of the kits. She might be loyal to him, but they are hers too. The Kavat flicks her tail in front of herself, toying with the youngest, though her brother stops the kit from reaching out and grabbing at her.

Yes, Kalymos belong here. Wherever Albrecht is, she shall be, but they will always return here. To his kin. To her family.

#warframe #mist’s writing #tennotober 2024 #warframe fanfiction #warframe spoilers #kalymos warframe #the entrati (and loid) warframe #Also on AO3 for those who prefer to read there

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venture-through-the-mist · 4 months ago

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Tennotober 2024

My collection of works based on the Tennotober 2024 prompts.

Hi all! I wanted to take part in Tennotober 2024, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to draw 31 art pieces, so I’m doing some fics instead!

The Warframe Tennotober 2024 Prompt List can be found here: https://forums.warframe.com/topic/1412660-official-tennotober-2024-megathread/

Day 19: Hollvania: Exploration Reveals Connections

There’s a strange group of people living in an equally strange place. Kalymos takes it upon herself to investigate.

TW:

Brief, non-graphic mentions of canon-typical violence.

Also, I just want to add that this chapter is in Kalymos’s perspective, so she does use non-human terms for certain things (like using the word ‘paw’ to describe a hand, and so forth).

With that out of the way, the fic begins under the cut.

Her eyes narrow as she spots something moving through the dim halls. She curls her lip, breathing in to detect its scent as she creeps forward.

It smells like food.

She crouches low, her tail held straight out behind her—she makes sure to keep it as still as she can, so the creature doesn’t hear her—as she stalks forward, gaze fixed on the strange, large-eared animal. She manages to get within pouncing distance before it notices her, though it quickly bounds away, and the Kavat gives chase. She closes the gap quickly—her long legs make her a rather skillful huntress—, but before she can swipe a paw at the creature, something comes between her and her catch. She stops abruptly, glaring up at the woman who has stepped between her and her soon-to-be meal. The creature scrambles up the woman’s leg, climbing until it reaches her shoulder, where it stands, squeaking tauntingly at the Kavat. Her tail lashes and she hisses harshly at the woman, who counters with an equally angry sound. She shoos the Kavat away and, after a moment of hesitation, Kalymos stalks off.

Why did her master leave her here?

She pads through the large building, though her ears pin flat against her head as she hears several loud bangs in quick succession. She turns her head towards the source of the sound, noticing one of the males. She recognizes him as the man who often challenges the one who seems to be the leader of this odd group. She’s seen the two of them growling at each other several times, and as she eyes him warily, she notices the source of the sound. He carries a large stick-like…thing, and whatever it does, the Kavat is smart enough to know not to get caught on the wrong end of it. She huffs, her muscles tensing as the stick booms again, and decides to keep moving.

Her paws bring her to another dim room, though this time, instead of sharp bangs or angry yowls, she’s met with a curious tone. She narrows her eyes, glancing towards the woman, recognizing the bright fur atop her head. The Kavat watches as she bares her teeth—the expression seeming to mean that the woman is pleased—, though Kalymos’s gaze quickly hones in on something else, a small object floating lazily in the air above the woman’s paw. She watches it move, and after a moment, it shifts, flitting about until it stops to hover right above her head. She leans back on her haunches, launching herself into the air to catch this strange object. At the last moment though, it darts away, her paws closing in on empty air as she falls back to the ground.

“Rrow!” She rasps harshly and her tail-tip flicks, showing her combined irritation and building excitement as she bounds after it. The woman makes a high-pitched sound—a laugh, she realizes—as the object dances in the air, taunting the Kavat as it moves out of reach before floating close again. She huffs, feigning disinterest as her target escapes her claws once more. Her plan works, and its movements slow. She glances at the woman for a moment, before leaping towards the now sluggish object.

In an instant, she knocks it out of the air.

She hears a surprised, but pleased, voice as she collects the object in her jaws, her head held up proudly as she parades it around. The woman laughs, and Kalymos pads towards her, as if to return the object. However, she cannot help but drop it a few tail’s-lengths away, hearing a mock-offended sound from the other being. Her ear flicks, and with a loud meow, she proclaims the end of her game, and pads away.

What’s that sound?

She turns, heading into a room filled with strange glowing machines, noticing a blur of movement between them. She huffs as the man seems more focused on whatever it is that he’s doing, and turns away. She doesn’t want to be caught under his paws as he runs across the room anyways.

There’s one more she could visit, Kalymos realizes. So, she lifts her head, her ears turning and nose twitching as she attempts to pinpoint the right area. She notices a nearby room that’s slightly more brightly lit than a few of the others, and pads towards it. She notices the familiar bed-like things and realizes that she is in fact in the correct place. She notices the woman lying across one of the long chairs, her head resting in a way that, to the Kavat, seems like it should be slightly uncomfortable.

She likes this one. She’s quiet. Calm.

She pads forward and chirps sharply, noticing the woman’s head turn only slightly. Her gaze pieces Kalymos’s own, sending a ripple of unease through the Kavat as she looks into the too-dark eyes. This one is strange. She doesn’t move much, doesn’t speak often, and her eyes are wrong.

Is she sick, the Kavat wonders, not for the first time.

She finds that the answer doesn’t matter, and jumps onto the chair. She places a paw on the woman’s legs, intending to make herself comfortable, but as she feels the being tense beneath her, as she hears a quiet sound—did she hurt her?—, she rethinks her plan. Instead, she puts her paws into the back of the chair, climbing up onto it and moving towards the woman’s head. She stops before she gets there, choosing to lie down along the back of the chair instead. Her claws knead and pull at the fabric, but the woman doesn’t seem to mind.

The Kavat’s master left her here for a reason, and if she can’t help him where he is, and she can’t see his family, Kalymos will have to make do.

A purr rumbles in her chest, a soft one—perhaps it’ll help fix whatever’s wrong with this one—, and she lowers her head to her paws. Her tail twitches lazily along the back of the chair as she takes in the silence.

It doesn’t last long.

Pawsteps stomp into the room, causing Kalymos’s head to jerk upwards, her gaze to dart around before her eyes fix on the scarred man moving quickly towards them. His voice rumbles angrily and he raises a paw to point at the Kavat. He doesn’t like her master, she remembers, and therefore distrusts her as a result. Her ears pin back slightly and she growls lowly, a warning. He looks towards the woman, speaking to her.

He’s her kin, the Kavat recalls. Not littermates, the woman seems older than he does, but siblings. She can tell by how he acts with her. There’s something almost protective in his growl as he glares at Kalymos. She holds his gaze with a glare of her own, the gilded adornments on her tail jingling as it lashes with annoyance.

The woman doesn’t speak, but there must be some sort of communication between them because eventually the man huffs, turning his head away from the Kavat. He sits on the floor, leaning against the chair in a way where he must still be able to see Kalymos out of the corner of his eye. She narrows her eyes, but returns her head to her paws, her eyes remaining open to watch what’s going on around her.

As the time passes, the others filter into the room. First the swift one, with his jerky movements and distracted tone, comes to sit near the man, though he seems to speak to the woman. Then the bright-furred woman pads in, her tone concerned as she addresses the scarred one. She too eventually sits down, pulling another chair closer. The strange object floats above her hand, though Kalymos doesn’t feel the need to chase it this time. The Kavat growls lowly as another woman walks in, the one who’d stopped her hunt earlier. The woman glares at her, but turns to talk to the quiet one—Kalymos decidedly does not like her tone—, inspecting her as she moves her limbs slightly. The scarred man huffs, though the Kavat detects something concerned in his voice. The angry one—with one of those creatures on her shoulder, she notices—says something and turns to walk away. Even the strange man with the booming stick-thing wanders over, though only stays long enough to comment sharply to the leader.

They are a strange group, Kalymos decides. She doesn’t know why her master is so interested in them, though she figures it must be for a reason.

She hopes he comes back soon.

#warframe #mist’s writing #tennotober 2024 #warframe fanfiction #warframe spoilers #kalymos warframe #leticia garcia warframe #quincy isaacs warframe #aoi morohoshi warframe #amir beckett warframe #eleanor nightingale warframe #arthur nightingale warframe #as always this is up on my AO3 for those who’d rather read it there

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