[ぽうひ]

Username: ぽうひ
Kalon Name: Pavano
What are they hunting?: Pavano grew up in a small village by the name of Recarna, hidden in the outskirts of the city capital, Vingrova. He lived in a small, superstitious tribe called (nadnfkfmlf). Pavano lived under rule of his father and late mother. He is the youngest of two siblings and the only male, all having seperate roles; Pavano is a hunter, convinced by his father, so he could be passed on the title of tribe

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[iago.]

Username: Chaotic Dreams
Kalon Name: Spider
What are they hunting?:

Spider is partaking in his routinely night hunt. She typically hunts large birds of prey, such as owls, to wear their feathers and bones as jewelry, and she finds their meat quite tasty.

[Kyar]

Gonna keep my eyes on this one

[suneater]

username: suneater
kalon name: kikuo
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the scent of pulsing angel blood had lingered delicately, infecting kikuo with a clawing, directionless desire. their crazed eyes darted between the thick gold liquid painted on tree bark and the near glowing beast crying softly as it dragged itself towards the edge of the summit. frozen in glee, the hunter's own blood sung a brutal song of victory. in that moment, they charged at the trees. but with the first taste of heaven's ichor, the hunger only deepened.
it had been 3 centuries since then.

angel blood was rumored to be the life-giving drink; one drop would be enough to add a decade to a relatively short lifespan. blood from a slain angel would be enough for immortality. to a young thief seeking to be the most powerful man in his nation, raising his blade to heaven was worth it--but the legends didn't mention that one sip was so brutally addicting.
it first took over what remained of his identity. as a thief, a detestable one at that, he didn't have much to lose, but what little was left had completely fled his memory. to kikuo, there was no thief, no nation, no he. there was only kikuo, and their hunger.

and now, as they looked upon the pile of feathers, stained in those golden tears, kikuo felt no sense of satisfaction. the angel struggled, attempting to meet their gaze with a defiant cry before growing stiff. kikuo leaned their head towards the slowly growing pool, silently acknowledging their victory. but while an endless life was right within reach, none of that mattered. they could only stare at the reflection of the moonlight in the unnatural blood, admiring the morbid beauty of it all. the taste of immortality stifled the burn in their stomach, melting the pain of their wounds away. none of it mattered, eventually.

it was a tragedy, kikuo supposed, that their eyes were still hungry.

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[ThatPinkThing]

Username: ThatPinkThing
Kalon Name: Osiris
What are they hunting?:

The unusual. I have a desire to find and capture every creature with an oddity. My house's halls are decorated with the taxidermied heads of creatures whom some consider freaks of nature. A wild goat with a third horn. A mountain cat with extra teeth. An alligator with a twisted jaw. My daughter believes these things to be the most amazing creatures. She's young, naïve, believes these things to be some sort of divine gifts. I know they're curses, though. And I've caught wind of a being with powers beyond what we understand. He moves earth with his mind, and these powers seem to be out of control. I know it's up to me to end his threat.

The hunt begins tonight. I've traced the creature to a coastal town, though my efforts to track him have alerted him, and he seems to be on the move. I cannot wait any longer.

Veronica always asks why I have to leave for so long, but she knows why. Like her mother, she's good with words. Her question is a thinly veiled attempt to keep me from leaving.

"I'll be home, Veronica. With a treasure for you and a gift for your mother." My wife knows this hunt is dangerous. She watches me kiss Veronica's forehead, mumbling a quiet wish for safety over me as I turn to her. I brush the stray hairs from her face. "And the world will be much safer once this threat is caught. I love you both," I say as I depart, not looking back.

The threat would be greater than I could have imagined, though, and I find myself wondering if I should have glanced at them one last time.

[【Ｗｉｌｄｆｉｒｅ】]

Username: 【Ｗｉｌｄｆｉｒｅ】
Kalon Name:
What are they hunting?:
Possible mark if I have time.

[SilentMelody]

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

[Galawhim]

Username: Gala.tea
Kalon Name:
What are they hunting?: cryptids :^)

[Breado]

Username: Breado
Kalon Name: Chirik
What are they hunting?:
The cozy little house in the middle of the forest looked almost inviting, had it not been littered with fairy traps and also housed the villain he came to defeat.
Berach’s attempt on sneaking in failed and now he was standing face to face with a stranger.

“Y-You’re Crow, right?” he asked.

“If that’s what they’re calling me now… A new name every week.” grumbled the kalon before him. “And you’re the one they sent to get rid of me, huh?”

For a moment, Berach forgot how to breath. He swallowed. “Yeah. A-And you’re not gonna get away from- f-from-”
The young kalon trailed off. Taking a step back was all he could do before his body froze as he saw the one he came to defeat start coming closer.

The black kalon observed him, huffing as he took in all the details of the younger one. Shaking and basically helpless. Just like most of the others.
“Relax, kid. I won’t hurt you.” he said. “You’re no fighter either, eh?”

Berach flinched. “E-Either?” he said. “What do you-”

“Them damned fairies keep bringing here youth like you. They make you think I’m the bad guy for trying to get rid of them for what they’re doing. You’re lucky you even got this far, kid.”

Now he was dumbfounded. It was maybe a week ago since Berach had fallen into this weird place and was told he was “the chosen one”. They were fairies! And fairies can’t be bad… Right?
He just stared at the kalon with a suspicious expression on his face.
“How do I know you’re not lying?”

‘Good.’ the kalon thought. He was breaking the ice.
He made sure he sounded as calm as possible despite being furious at those little magical troublemakers.
“Because for one,” he explained, “Real fairies are unreliable jerks. They tricked me too and took what- who I valued the most and stuck me in this place. And also; my name is not whatever they came up with. It’s Chirik.”

A moment of silence followed.
Finally, Chirik broke the silence with a heavy sigh.
“Just… Let me explain everything. In the meantime, would you like some tea?”

[ilya]

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username;; ilya
kalon name;; Theron
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Humans. Such fascinating creatures. We are so alike. Both perceptive, intelligent, creative. It's
true that not all demons are friendly, so do humans. I am not included in either the bad side or
good side, I may do harm, but not without a reason, I may sin if there's no choice. I help others
in need. I enlighten their path and give wisdom to those who ask. I first, choose who deserves
my help, not everyone is worthy and capable to understand the power of knowledge and
intelligence. I'll show myself only if I feel that their spirit is ready to receive my presence. I
never confess to them that I'm a demon and I appear to be more like a close friend to them.
I often want to be alone and contemplate in my thoughts. I sleep in the forest now and then.
My friend Clem, one of the few creatures you'll meet there. She's hunted by people
who want to capture her. Funny thing is they'll end up being hunted by me. I'll track them
down by following their scent and I'll proceed the extermination. Nobody should disturb
the course of nature and if I can, I'll protect it at all costs. I am the demon of the forest.

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I came to earth to guide spirits and protect my forest using the two of my predominant
senses; smell for tracking down intruders that disturb the well-being of this ecosystem,
and second, hearing. Whatever I do, I can hear souls and spirits, both of the dead of the
living. Sometimes the ones of the living are more preponderant, that's why I decide to
come in to help. I usually save the energy for the night time, when I'm on my search for
beings. I follow the sound, a low pitch that gradually induces a sad feeling as you get
closer to it.

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The city I managed to find when I came here
is Manhattan.The vivid lights from the city at
night are very impressive. From my experience,
I learned that each one of them wants to
become a better person by changing
themselves, so they can be more liked by
society. I guide them to accept themselves
the way they are first. Being different is
something you've been blessed with and there's
no need to change a thing. By developing their
talents and teaching them is my way of
empathizing. I am a soul hunter and
protector of the forest.