[sylveonsweetie987]

kalon #;
username; sylveonsweetie987
name;
gender;
prompt;

looking for a partner! I'd prefer #1595

[Knickknacks]

!! babies! Might partner with my sister for this :>

[Svetigris]

kalon #; 1595
username; Mewwthesabertiger
name; Danila (1595)
gender; Male
prompt;
Once, in a beautiful town of Freguenda, Spain, there was a little kalon named Danila.
wip.

[rabidlynxeon]

kalon #; 1585 willing to partner up!
username; Iwa-Chan
name; Michu ‘Mich’ Calder
gender; Male
prompt;

Michu had always been a curious and joyful kit. Always finding himself searching for new things he had never discovered or mixing up some trouble to give himself something to do. With wide and curious eyes that always scanned the surrounding areas for anything he could do. Whether it would be taking a hike up a mountain or through a cave, or maybe pulling a prank on his teacher, he was going to find something to do.
So, when he came across a tunnel hidden beneath a pyramid of lumber, he know he had to go in.

WIP

[lumilys]

kalon #; 1594
username; poemo
name; fio
gender; female
prompt;

partnering w/ lunaire !!

[Corey Taylor]

Dropping, sadly. Good luck.

[Zephara]

Mark

[suneater]

kalon #; 1595
username; suneater
name; finley
gender; f
prompt;

It always came back to pie. Gooey, sticky, crumbly, and sickeningly disgusting pie.
And unfortunately for Finley, the cute girl at the food cart had an affinity for pie.

The air was thick with the scent of fryer oil, and the only noises were the roaring hum of a fan and an inconstant sizzling of burgers on the flat top grill. The summer heat rolled off Finley’s face in waves, leaving her skin sticky and flushed. The fact that her painfully gorgeous coworker was merely centimeters away from her face was irrelevant.
I’m sure she just accidentally brushed against me.
People normally smile around friends... I think? Why does her smile make my heart do.. a thing?
It probably doesn’t mean anything if she’s just leaning on me. Yeah, I’m just making that up.
At the least, she could blame the redness on the heat.

The silence wasn’t awkward. It was a comfortable, voiceless conversation. Except it wasn’t very comfortable, because every second that Finley noticed her twirling a lock of glowing hair between her fingers, or her face splitting into a beaming grin, she fell a little bit more in love. And for someone so painfully cynical, love was an uncomfortable situation to be in. It wasn’t the fact that she was in love with a girl, but more that Finley was in love. The world was filled with a lot of awful things, but each time she looked into those smiling eyes, turned up at the corners in a soft smile, it seemed a little less harsh.

So somewhat awkwardly, she attempted to make small talk. But the girl didn’t do small talk very well, since in between the space of taking an order and handing out the greasy mess, she managed to exchange life stories with a stranger. It was another thing Finley had managed to find adorable, she mumbled to herself, as the girl rambled on about her favorite foods and her grandma’s new puppy. And in between taking mental notes and wondering what would be cuter, the puppy or the girl, Finley nearly bent over backwards in a double take.
“I think if someone brought me one of those Saphique cherry pies, I’d marry them on the spot.”

Although it was a bit of a reach, Finley couldn’t get that statement out of her head even after she closed up the truck and said goodbye to a certain someone. Her mind kept replaying it over and over, until finally she buckled and searched up said pies. There was a pitiful lack of cherry pies in this world, she groaned to herself, after seeing only one equally disheartening article about how the bakery went out of business in her state. The nearest chain was a 5 hour drive away.

This is kinda dumb, even for you.
Sitting in her car, Finley looked at herself in the rearview mirror. 10 hours of driving for a dessert she didn’t even like. Her eyes fell from the mirror and rested on the cartoon-y puppy keychain the girl had given her, eyes looking straight into her soul. It was pretty stupid, but she supposed that it was something you’d do for love, or at the least that tingly feeling she got when their hands brushed together. Mentally chewing herself out, Finley turned the key and prepared to listen to the low rumble of the engine for 5 straight hours.

It was 3 am when she arrived at the bakery, so she slept in her car until it opened at 7. She had crossed a couple rivers, drove through 3 states, made one major wrong turn, and nearly hit a tire on the road.
It would all be worth it, eventually, she mentally grumbled after being woken up by the blinding sunlight and relentless cooing of morning doves. Digging through her purse, Finley grabbed any loose money she had and cracked open the car door, joints crying out in pain as she stood up for the first time in 10 hours. The door jingled a greeting as she entered, and an elderly man waved at the sleep deprived zombie shuffling to the counter. She looked from the bills in her hand to the coveted pies behind the glass, and put down enough crumpled change for 2.

The girl looked a little concerned when Finley nearly fell up the stairs to the food truck. Sleepless nights weren’t uncommon, but the fervor in which she crawled in and set her bag down was very unusual. Shushing the worried voice, Finley turned to hide the redness creeping from the tips of her ears to the base of her neck. She fondled the bag in an attempt to calm her nerves, before slipping out the box and turning slowly to meet the girl’s shocked gaze.

Finley didn’t ask her out that day. The girl didn’t mention a wedding. The silence was comfortable. They didn’t need to talk that day. And Finley didn’t mind too much. She felt herself more willing to admit she was in love, and it didn’t hurt.

Maybe it was because it was shared, or maybe she didn’t notice the flavor compared to the happiness in the girl’s eyes. Either way, the pie didn’t taste so bad after all.

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[alpenglow]

kalon #; 1594
username; alpenglow
name; vistosa
gender; female
prompt; wip!!

i'm in love c':

[persona]

kalon #; 1594
username; persona
name; Dia (pron. dea)
gender; Female
prompt;

The forest was pitch black and every noise broke the heavy silence that had settled at sunset. It was a struggle to see the path in front of her, and Dia had to keep careful watch of all her surroundings. The flashlight in her mouth was hard to maneuver while walking and having her body carrying a backpack. She padded over a wooden bridge resting over top of a small river where it trickled and cracked against rocks sticking out of the surface.

Time was unimaginable and unconceivable. There were no markers besides the moon having shifted when you looked up every so often. Not that Dia wanted to know how much time passed; she wanted to be as fluid as an ocean right now, keeping the mystery of time a secret. Enjoying herself was her top priority, with her new found freedom of being an adult.

Around riverbends and up hills, Dia let the cool night temperature calm her and prepare her for how cold it could be when she got to her destination. She kept her eyes pealed for a specific area marker in bright neon orange, turning the flashlight this way and that in a rhythmic motion, which would signify she would be soon reaching the plains that started after a long trek through the forest.

After an unknown amount of time, with only her paw pads aching to tell her it's been more than a couple minutes, Dia caught the reflection of the area marker. It was tied to a low hanging tree branch so everyone would be able to see it. Her heartbeat started to race with excitement, and Dia picked up her pace.

The trees slowly broke away to frame a large area of grass with no trees or bush. She made her way over to some flat ground her friends had showed her a couple years ago when they first came here. She dropped the backpack and opened it up to pull out a blanket to sit on. She turned off the flashlight and threw it carelessly into the pack as she sat down.

Dia looked up at the star filled sky, eyes reflecting the light that shined down on the earth. She stared for a couple moments, pondering the existence of herself, others, and the universe. These big balls of gas were millions of miles away, and yet she could still see them. The opportunity to see the night sky free of light pollution was important to her; as a space fanatic and wannabe space explorer, Dia wanted to race among the stars.

The little breeze that pushed her fur around died off into a peaceful quiet, and created a sense of belonging and home. As if being watched by some higher deity, Dia bowed her head in respect. She didn't truly believe in theism, but the feeling of a stronger presence overwhelmed her and almost compelled her to do it.

This is the 8th wonder of the world, She thought.

She settled into her spot, content to watch the night sky and let herself feel smaller than she's ever been. It felt wrong to try and do anything besides observing. Something rushed up through her chest into her throat and she choked on the feeling; it wasn't excitement, but it wasn't adrenaline. Revelation, maybe?

Dia couldn't find it in her to think too strongly about it. In a time like this, it would happen; space obsession and all. She'd never felt more grateful to her sibling who told her it'd be a clear sky and that she should go night sky seeing.

A soft sigh escaped, and Dia fell back onto blanket, resting her arms on her chest. Bigger than herself.. yeah.