[Mnemosyne]

/ Username + ID: Mnemosyne & 249050
Kalon Name: Rhyme
Tell me about their home planet: Rhyme's home planet is dark. Dark, dark, dark. There's no other way to describe the suffocating blackness, the feeling of being trapped - or so they've heard, from visitors and explorers. They've never had anything else by which to compare it to. They're used to it, using the smallest of sounds and their sensitive ears to find food and avoid nasty surprise encounters, but there are days, laying alone in their burrow and staring unseeingly up at the invisible ceiling they know is there, that it all feels a bit... empty. They've heard of beautiful things, stars and planets and whole worlds out there, visible by light, a strange phenomenon that Rhyme isn't quite sure they understand. Could there be anything else than memorizing paths through and around the rocks and crags of their home, carefully and quietly setting one foot in front of the other so as to avoid danger? Could there be anything else other than the total and complete darkness that makes one feel so small, so alone, so isolated?

Maybe, Rhyme thinks, it was time to find something new. Maybe there was something more out there for them than the eternal night of their home.

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[catra]

ahh mark what a cutie

[endless shelter;;]

Username + ID: endless shelter;; + 624211
Kalon Name:
Tell me about their home planet: mark!!

[Foxghost]

xx Good luck everyone! <3

[HABZ]

HABZ + 1053327

KALON NAME: CILIA.

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it's alive. the planet is alive.
everything breathes. the ground shudders, caves in, with full-drawn, desperate breaths, oxygen exchange at a lethal maximum, lungs and roots and crimson miasma all pulsating with each expiration of the landscape.
everything grows on vivus'mortus, life in a perpetual
state of hyperventilation, because to slow, to still, is to die. the grand diaphragm
occasionally aches, bleeding nutrient-rich fluid through the land itself which escapes
through fleshy oozing pores. the great gasping lung-world is never silent. it is a spasm and a shudder and a death-rattle, but its uninvited inhabitants have somehow adapted to survival here.
the kalons on this planet are far and few in between, depleting civilisations
starving on a hostile world. living like tumours, clinging to fabricated settlements of calcium waste,
hanging from them like fruit on trees, or perhaps more like parasites.
eking off of the land's skin, they grapple for whatever resources they can muster against
swathes of fleshy roots, vein-like, planet-sprouted and hungry. nothing else lives here, but the
land, and its pests.
to live on vivus'mortus is to breathe,
to climb, to laugh and whisper to the flesh,

"i am still alive, despite you."

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[Knickknacks]

username + ID: knickknacks + 815546
kalon name: callisto
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She never thought she would miss the cold.

Her home planet is all ice and water and bone-chilling winds. Inhospitable, at first glance- enough to keep many from ever venturing to it.

Still, a pulse of life beats within the ice. The fires in their great ice caves make the surface ripple as though the ice itself is breathing, gold and blue and so many colors beside the stark white one expects. It is beautiful.

In a world so cold, it is common to be chilled, but she and her family have learned how to be warm- wrapping themselves tightly against the bitter winds. They have names for all the winds, and know how to tell by the sound of them when it is safe to venture forth. Sometimes the wind sings, whistling through their home. They make music that mimics and harmonizes with it.

Aboveground there is ice, and also stone- great mountains and towers wrought by the winds, shaped by the passage of time, casting their eerie shadows. These, too, are beautiful.

Now she works at a station in orbit- and it is warmer, but the metal halls feel somehow colder, deader, than the landscape of her home.

[dolly]

Username + ID: dolly
Kalon Name: maristella
Tell me about their home planet:

on the outskirts of the ice plains sits a modest hut constructed by a craftswoman with a passion for microbial life, thriving despite the temperature. she's never travelled off the tundra, but she imagines there must be something more out there. if there is, it's beyond the glacier-filled sea. if there is, none of their boats have managed to successfully traverse there and back. it feels simpleminded to believe their society to be the only one, yet they just can't reach what's out there.

it drives her mad many nights. when she's put the microscope away along with the field journals, leaving nothing to distract her. even within their own island is diversity: a rich forest of evergreen in the center with increasingly hostile rings leading to the shore. is it warm out there, she often wonders. but she doesn't know. yet.

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[LunaClaw]

Nvm

[captain dude]

Username + ID: captain dude 1003555
Kalon Name: Calyx
Tell me about their home planet:



"Gee, kid, you shouldn't be out in this weather... or any weather around here, for that matter..."

Odin found Calyx, scrawny and shivering (and presumably orphaned), in a raging snowstorm, albeit small for Kunea.



Kunea tends to stay at a positively balmy -20C/-4F, dipping down to -70C/-94F nightly. Not much survives on the surface, with most life having some sort of abode in the extensive cavern systems below the surface, heated by the forges harnessed by the blacksmithing families who use the various strong metals and crystals of the planet. Even the towering evergreen trees send their taproots deep into water warmed by hot springs, bark enhanced by the high iron of the rich soil to withstand the whipping winds. It's a lovely place for those who can overlook the bleak conditions: namely the Kunean-bred Kals that evolved thick coats and paw pads.



Oh, and the enormous shaggy, ferocious beasts roaming the mountainsides and frozen fjords, howling louder than the biting wind. Deep underground in the heart of the mountains, another threat lurks: fiendish, steely-fanged fyrewyrms. Despite its inherent risks, it is popular amongst tourists for winter sports, spelunking tours, crystal mining excursions, and monster safari expeditions.

Decor @ sugareesweets,charlybell,king-lulu-deer, babezord, shyw on DA

[NeonFoxPaw]

Username + ID: NeonFoxPaw + 901091
Kalon Name: Aiaia (Eye-ay-ah)
Tell me about their home planet:

Planet: They come from the planet called Alisteria (Al-ist-air-ee-ah), which is a dark floral planet in the Polar Nebulis Galaxy. Their planet doesn't orbit the sun, but rather a set of two close moons. These moons have a very molten core that produce most of the heat that effects the temperature of Alisteria. Due to the orbit between the two moons, Ixol and Nevay, the planet is at a consistent temperature of 24°C (74.2°F).

All fauna tend to have tall stature due to the constant gravitational pull from the moons. There are mountains that are covered in extremely tall trees that reach towards the moons. There's no river's surprisingly, but there's a lot of lakes that connect with underground water reservoirs.

Culture: They prefer to live in the moment and live, only planning for what is necessary for the future and record the past through a telling of weavings. Each color and pattern tell of the emotions and actions of the past. The fibers aren't only just used for weaving the past though. They're used decorating fur of loved ones, both living and passed on, as well as tying together homes and the furniture within.

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Writer's note: I actually had more written, but I had to chop it in half to fit for this entry. I'll post the full version in a sperate writing channel on CS if you wanted to read more.

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