[Mnemosyne]

Username: Mnemosyne
Kalon Name: Orpheo
What are they hunting?:
A paw, stepping silently through the undergrowth. A quiet exhalation of breath, misting in the cool night air. Pale eyes searching, always searching. Orpheo's dark fur blended in with the leaves and branches, a perfect disguise for nighttime. He tilted his head and sniffed at the air. North.

Realigning his position, Orpheo continued to move through the trees, the only other sound the soft calling of a whip-poor-will somewhere overhead. The night wildlife always felt familiar, somehow, like old friends that one was always happy to see. Carefully navigating through the fallen leaves as silently as possible, so as not to disturb the bird, Orpheo padded forward. A small sound, distant but clear, caused him to twitch his ears forward, lowering himself closer to the ground. The bird took flight, the flapping of its wings loud in the still air. Orpheo cursed in his head but continued dutifully forward, the fur of his stomach just brushing the ground.

Another sound! A twig snapping, some leaves rustling. The sound of running, many feet hitting the ground. Orpheo crept closer and closer, his teeth bared and his breath coming silently, puffs of vapor drifting lazily away from him. He was close, he could tell, and his target was just...right...

There! Orpheo pounced and roared in satisfaction as a squeal sounded from beneath him. "Foolish kits! I told you to disguise your steps and listen to the sounds of the forest. Anyone could hear you coming from miles away." He cuffed the kit gently across the back of their head, using his other paw to pull the other one out of the tree they climbed into. The kit tumbled unceremoniously to the ground, grumbling, but Orpheo was certain they weren't injured in any way. "How are you meant to be a successful hunter if you scare all of the prey away, tramping through the trees like a herd of buffaloes?"

"Yeah, yeah..." the first kit muttered as the second tilted their head in confusion. "What are buffaloes?"

Orpheo sighed in exasperation. "Forget it. Come on, let's do it again. This time actually try to be a bit more quiet, you hear?" Not waiting for a response, he turned and slipped into the forest, using the shadows as cover. He could hear the kits as they pranced away, and Orpheo allowed himself a rare smile. It was time to hunt again. [ 400 / 400 ]
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[fish-soda]

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"𝚈𝙾𝚄 x𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 x𝚃𝙷𝙴 x𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 x𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃-"

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➤ 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: fish-juice
➤ 𝙺𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Demersion (♡)
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➤ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶?:

In the beginning, it seemed impossible to adapt to the Earth; but through continuous and precise training, he built his skills
beyond what was simply needed for survival. It seemed even more impossible to adapt to this mortal body; but after the
experimental trial-and-errors that pushed him to the farthest limit, he learned how to best live in this world. You sent me here..
you left me here. My love, you made a lethal mistake.

He used his strength and patience to develop into a skilled hunter so he could thrive - he could slay any predators if needed. But
hunting these animals was not his reason for being here - his prey was of a different kind. I've been pacing time away with these poor
creatures; but it only strengthens the rage I've been reserving for you.

Demonisere .. merely the thought of that twisted name left innumerable emotions that burst from deep within him. There is one thing
I still cannot adapt to, as painful to my pride as it is to say; your abandonment. Your cruel and unfamiliar treatment. But don't fret;
I will make you understand how your actions have burned into me. They were once both equal in status; they had been created as
servants to the Ruler of the Underworld, their sole purpose to search for souls to corrupt. In this dark existence, they found solace
in each other, and ironic happiness in what they did so long as they had each other. Yet, Demonisere's greed brewed inside him since his
creation, and one day it bubbled over - the desire to take Demersion's place was reason enough to be rid of him despite the love they had.
This betrayal of his mate was despairing enough - being outcast to Earth was debilitating. How quickly we destroy each other when there's
something to gain; how honest I was even as a demon. I should've seen how wicked you are. But how can I fully blame you; I'm the one who
wasn't normal. What type of demon is altruistic, as I was? It was only natural of you.

Demersion would never give up this hunt - so long as he existed in this fragile form, he would live for it. The thought of finding and
confronting his former partner was exhilarating. And you once said it yourself .. 'darling, not even life can make us part'. [400/400]

"𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴'𝚂 𝚂𝙾 x𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 x𝚃𝙾 x𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳."

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[fangsnfluff]

Mark!!

[ethium]

── 𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙍𝙐𝙉

𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘾𝘼𝙉'𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝙀 ───

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Username: ethium Kalon Name: Renn What are they
hunting?: the beads of his fellow hunters.
long ago, a greedy hunter desired more fame than his others.
to achieve this he sought out those who were heavy with ma
gic, intending to strike a deal with one. eventually, he found
a witch of magic who was willing to deal with him, forthright
she warned him of the price to his endeavor, that magic was
a tricky thing and can often turn against it's original intention.
he saw no care to this, and waved off her caution. insisting hi
s desire was far more powerful than whatever form of pitying
magic she could produce. though agitated at his ignorance she
granted his desire. the cost? half of his soul. that it be given to
her, so that she may live another hundred years. though hesita
nt, as it sounded pricy. the hunter agreed to the deal, and the
witch explained what he would need to do in order to gain his
desire. "collect the beads of your fellow hunters and knot them
into your braids." she instructed, tugging lightly at his charcoal
locks. "the more beads you collect, the stronger you will grow."
armed with this knowledge, and now lacking half a soul, the h
unter traveled the plains, eager to collect his fellow hunters's
beads until he had made the price of his soul worth the effort.

three months into his quest to gather the beads of his hunters
did he begin to realize the weight of the price. he began to h
ear the witch. began to hear her thoughts, and sometimes her
voice. she sensed his presence, and would often prattle to him.
he was never capable of speaking to her, or even seeing her. b
ut she was more than capable of seeing and speaking to him.it
agitated the hunter out of his mind, and threw off his focus. th
ough she was often attempting to help him with his quest, it di
d little to convince the hunter that he hadn't had made a wise
decision. until one morning, when the witch instructed him on
how to take the next bead he desired, from a particularly stea
lthy hunter known for his secrecy and silence. he set up a trap
under the witch's watchful eye, and eventually the two becam
e partners in his quest to acquiring the beads. [387 words]
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─ 𝙄𝙈 𝙂𝙊𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀

[f1owercrown]

Username: f1owercrown
Kalon Name:
What are they hunting?:

he doesn't really know, but something in his mind has been bugging him to go check in areas where he shouldn't be...

[Sneky]

Username: Sneky
Kalon Name: Naja
What are they hunting?:
Have you ever faced the fury of a God?
The crisp air of the autumnal kept the hunter's senses sharp as he made his way through the denser part of the woods, silvery moonlight casting eerie shadows through the canopy.

[sillies]

username|midna. - name|unable to remember name


The air is freezing. Ty thick coat is barely enough to keep me warm. But I need to get firewood. My boots crunch the snow beneath my feet, and I look down as I step. Oh! A flower! I smile. Spring is on it's way... finally.

(wip for now)

[Raptocidic]

i don't have enough time to enter so im dropping out
good luck everyone ^^

[mossmuttz]

Username: Haec
Kalon Name: Castiel
What are they hunting?: res with hunting for the source of the sound that’s been guiding them — they’re blind

Castiel rose his snout to the sky. He took a sharp inhale, dug his paw into the dirt beneath which he stood, and rose his ear in anticipation. Waiting.

And then it came. A little yip-like noise, like you’d expect a small juvenile animal to make as if it were calling for its mother. It came from behind him. And with great carefulness, the blind Kalon turned himself around, and proceeded to face the way the noise originated from.

He dared’nt reach out and try and touch it, he’d thought. If he scared it off now, he might not reach the destination in which it was taking him. Alas, the noise grew further away from the Kalon. And so further and further did he follow it. At times it grew so close to him that he could feel it against his fur. Whatever it was, it was small and had a certain sharpness to it. Nothing like any animal he’d ever heard of.

For ages, through the highest hours of the sun, did Castiel walk, hunting and following for the sound that had so curiously led him away from his home. With heavy, and tired paws, he soon settled down to rest.

That was when, the noise got more furious. More repetative. Faster, more desperate, like it was begging him to keep going. Begging him to run after it. To get to where it wanted to go.

Castiel rose his head. He swayed his head from side to side, refusing it, wanting to rest. But it persisted, and soon he gave up, lifting himself from the ground and further following this strange noise.

Another hour had passed and the sun started to lower in the sky. He could feel the coolness of the nights caressing breeze, cradling him as he stood. He could feel the dirt turn to sand beneath his paws. He could smell... damp. Water? A waterfall? He couldn’t hear anything. No running stream, no running water. No splashing, no bubbles, no harsh current.

WIP

[Knickknacks]

username: knickknacks
kalon name: clove
what are they hunting?:

That stupid courier had no idea what he was carrying. How dangerous it truly was, especially in the hands of the one he was supposed to deliver it to.

Clove inhaled deeply, trying to calm the bubbling anger inside of her. Being in the forest like this helped- the sounds and smells and quiet animal rustling all around her. Calming her, but also hiding the pant of her breath and the scratch of her claws on the tree bark. She was perched like the hunter she was, waiting for her quarry.

She hadn’t anticipated a courier to give her this much trouble. She hadn’t anticipated the furtive, clever kalon she was now trying to intercept. Where she had thought he would take the main roads, he cut across country and through fields and thickets where even she couldn’t follow, alert the whole time. Clutching his cargo close. Like he was expecting trouble.

Clove couldn’t help but be a bit impressed that he’d actually managed to give her the slip. She, as a mercenary tracker, was renowned for her ability to stay on a trail. She’d never yet failed, and wasn’t about to be outsmarted by a mail carrier. Not if she could help it.

So here she was, after almost a full day of running, waiting in a tree. This back road was just the type her adversary seemed to favor, and she’d been on the move long enough and fast enough that she should have gotten here long before he had.

It was a risk. She’d taken a chance, camping out here. He might have bypassed this road, leaving her exhausted and behind him once again.

But Clove had spent days on his trail. She’d come to know him almost intimately- how he thought, where he was likely to go.
She was going to catch him here. She couldn’t afford not to.

Clove’s ears pricked as a new sound caught her ears, different from the background noise of the forest. Hurried footsteps. Labored breath. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and leaned down, far enough to see a pale figure making his way down the path. It was him. Finally. Her hunt was almost over.

She dropped, nimbly and near-silently, into his path. The courier froze.

And then he smiled.

“Face to face at last,” he said. “Glad you finally caught up. I could use some help.”