[Greenfriedenvy]

Username: doormou-se
Kalon Name: Ceredor
Kalon Gender: Biological male - though he accepts any pronouns
Where they live and what its like: Argentina. It might not look like it, but this unusual-looking kalon resides not below the sea, not in outer space, but in Argentina. To be more specific, Ceredor's home is on a tiny, unnamed island just off the coast of the country, which has claimed it as part of its land. The island consists mostly of boggy areas and grassland, as the ground is so soft as to make it difficult to build houses with solid foundations, leaving it, for the most part, uninhabited.

[Bunny!!]

Mark

[.:Lady Trashbag:.]

Username: Siivet74
Kalon Name: Qryriks Abyss (just goes by Abyss)
Kalon Gender: Male
Where they live and what its like: Abyss lives in a small lake, beside a small town based around the lake itself. Other than some fish and the occasional water snake, salamander or crayfish, Abyss has the place to himself, although he has based his actual living quarters around one central area, farther away from the town, in the north-eastern, rockier, more cavey part of the lake. That side of the lake is backed against a limestone cliff, and the cliff actually extends down into the lake. Over the years, the beating of the water against the cliff has caused large chunks of limestone to collapse into the water, creating caves, jagged underwater stalagmites, and even areas where so much rock has collapsed that it has created a small, flimsy island of pure, smokey limestone. The area Abyss lives in is basically a fishing boat graveyard; decaying, empty skeletons of dead boats stick out of the water, impaled on the spikes underwater. Only half of the boats show above the surface; the other ones sink to the bottom. Abyss often swims through them, racing an invisible opponent in a test of underwater agility. Despite the fact that Abyss can be difficult to get along with, he isn't always too thrilled to be alone all the time.
But beyond all of the spikes and caves, and empty carcasses of old fishing boats, there is the limestone wall that extends beneath the water. It is rough and uneven and eroded, and it appears wormeaten with many labyrinths of holes worn into the stone from time. In the very center of the maze, if you can find it, you can find a rocky dome, carved out in the cliff. This is where Abyss has chosen to set up his home.
If you go in, you can see many ruined photos, the colors running from them, held down to the grooves in the walls by old things hammered in to the stone, like rusty nails or hooks salvaged from the old boats. Abyss enjoys collecting photos, stolen from kalons who either crashed their boats or dropped their family photos in the water. Abyss will thrive in his room for hours, simply admiring the pictures and pondering the complex relationships between the kalons on the film.
The only light in the room comes from the cracks in the high ceiling of the dome. Moss extends down the walls and into the water, although it stops about halfway down the walls. Abyss often peels it off of the walls to make himself a spongey nest to sleep in. Abyss's nest is in a sizeable divet in the wall, pretty close to the roof. A foot of the very top of the dome is out of the water, and Abyss sleeps close to the water's surface because even though he can circulate water through his system for a while, he has to breathe oxygen at least six times a day. He just wants to be prepared in case he wakes up and can't breathe.
The tunnels that conceal Abyss's watery domain can often confuse many who try to find his home. Even dome fish can't even make it through. Some reckless kalons have tried to dive and find the home of the "kelpie" who apparently lived within the lake, although none have ever come out having seen Abyss's home. Sometimes Abyss will find them, and though it deeply depresses him, he drags the poor kalon to the beach and lets it there, allowing it to be found and buried properly.
Abyss often sits at the surface, his head only poking out, watching specific kalons that he sees every day. He watches the fisherman with a certain fascination, trying to fit all of the pieces of their relations together. Are those two dating? Are those two brothers? This is how Anyss spends most of the lonely time he has on his webbed paws.
His lonely realm may be empty, but he is still the king. Hopefully, he can find a kalon willing to rule alongside him eventually; he has seen and admired love, and longs for nothing more than to simply feel it.

[kittykore]

Username: MimiBitz
Kalon Name: Lark
Kalon Gender: Male
Where they live and what its like:

[seabunny.]

Possible Mark

[Tundra]

watching, I have a few ideas, but have to research

[Raptocidic]

Username: q1q2q3q4
Kalon Name: Kelui
Kalon Gender: Male
Where they live and what its like:

Deep in the middle of a rainforest lies Kelui's home. Getting there on foot is a pain, but well worthwhile. You'd need to take plenty of supplies, as it's at least a week’s trip from the edge of the forest, well that is if you know where you're going. There is no pathway or road to walk or drive along, the area is in complete isolation, so don't even think about simple electronics, yet alone your phone's signal. I can guarantee that you're phone will start freaking out the second you leave the helicopter. Oh- didn't I mention the rainforest is almost impossible to get to unless you go by air? I guess a small plane also works, but taking off to go home wouldn't be easy. Also, you can't just land in the middle of the forest- oh no. You'd certainly crash on something, a tree perhaps? It's just so crowded with nature in there; you wouldn't want to disturb any of it. There isn't any option but to land at the edge of the rainforest, so prepare yourself for one long trek.

So, obviously you’d want me to tell you how to get there, right? You probably don’t want to be wondering around without a clue, you’d get lost in seconds. Oh, I do hope I’ve not been discouraging you from going; it really is a beautiful place.

Once you reach the edge of the rainforest (getting there is a journey in itself), look for a small opening between the trees. What’s that? You want more description? Really? Oh well, I guess I don’t want you getting lost. I’d feel ever so guilty if that was my fault.

The edge of the rainforest has a sort of natural wall. You’ll realise this when you’re there; the trees, shrubs and any other foliage seem to bind together to create a sort of barrier. Don’t worry though, you can easily just push past it, but that would be going off track. The only visible opening for miles is on the east side. There’s also a nice clearing near there, beside the river -that is there you should land. Anyway, the entrance has a rather nice blue and purple flower growing there, directly in the middle of the two trees guarding the opening. And yes, it is exactly in the middle, I measured it myself.

Not many go to Kelui’s, so there is no visible pathway, as visitors only ever come once every few years. However, I left some arrows carved into the trees. If you follow them you’ll reach Kelui’s house within a week or so. Just make sure you use the pre-marked camping spots. They’re all in the trees, above the ground, as at night you do not want to come into contact with the predators that prowl in the dark there. To find them, look for the trees with an arrow inside a circle. That tree will always be sturdy and have a nice place to camp. Just don’t light your campfire there, infact don’t light a fire at all. Unless you really know what you’re doing (and no offence, but you really look like you don’t), you’ll set fire to the whole forest.

If you continue following the arrows, camping at the camps when it’s night, you’ll end up at a tiny clearing along the river, too small for anything to land there, but just big enough to see from a bird’s eye view. You might notice this when flying. Follow the river in the same direction you’ve been travelling and after an hour (longer if you stop to look at the sights) of continuous walking you’ll find another natural barrier. This barrier marks the edge of Kelui’s home.

Now, like before there’s an entrance. This one’s slightly more glamorous, well as far as ‘glamorous’ goes in the middle of a rainforest. If you look for an extremely tall tree south of the river you’ll find an opening between that tree and a smaller one. The entrance is covered in vines and all sorts of flowers. You’ll also see a flower almost identical to the one at the edge of the forest, only this one grows under the huge tree.

Through this entrance is Kelui’s property. Well, arguably he could claim the entire forest, no-one really owns it, but the space he has is already big, so taking anymore would seem a bit selfish, not that many would even realise. As far as they’re concerned he owns the entire forest.

Huh- You want me to explain what it looks like? But wouldn’t that ruin the surprise? No? Oh, ok then.

So, as you step through the entrance you will be overwhelmed at first sight by the beauty of the place. And that’s just from poking your head in there! Kelui’s one lucky guy to own all of that, I tell you.

Firstly let me tell you that in-between everything is a maze of stone and gravel pathways, most lined with all sorts of flowers, both native to the rainforest and some more unlikely ones, such as forget-me-nots. You’d never even think of them growing there, yet when I visited the plant was doing rather well.

If you glance to your right there’s a small swinging bench attached to the branch of a tree. It’s high enough to look over the barrier of plants, so there’s a ladder to get to it. If you climb up there you’ll get a great view of the rainforest. At sunset it looks even more spectacular.

Beyond the bench is a large, mossy stone. It’s an unusual shape, so I bet Kelui pulled it out from the river, as water appears to have shaped the rock over hundreds of years. This really isn’t the most impressive thing here, but it’s a nice addition. What’s behind the rock is the best part here.

If you walk off the pathways and behind the rock you’ll see a very small pond, with some fish in. To the side there’s a small statue of an old looking kalon, somewhat similar to Kelui, but with some differences. The statue has something written on the bottom of it, but the writing was deformed and I couldn’t read it. I had a feeling I shouldn’t have been there, so quickly moved on.

There really isn’t much else to the right of the entrance, but to the centre is a small tree. It’s just a tree, but there is a cool bird that visits every now and again. It’s mostly a dark orangey-brown, with black feathers on its wings and head. There’s also a tuff of white plumage on the head, creating a sort of mask.

To your left you will see a small freshwater pool. The water is an aqua-marine sort of colour and the pool is lined with sand. Don’t ask how or why, even Kelui doesn’t know, it’s just there. It would make a great mini holiday resort if it didn’t rain roughly 3 times a day. Kelui’s thinking of putting up some sort of shelter there to keep that area dry, but hasn’t yet got round to it.

Looking further left, you’ll find a small patch of vegetables. It’s amazing that Kelui actually managed to grow them, the soil there is so different from the soil we have here. It’s red and dry, whilst it rains a ton, all water gets soaked up by plants or evaporated, as it is very humid there. Kelui mostly grows carrots and potatoes, but I’ve also seen him successfully grow strawberries and lettuce. Nearby to this patch is a much larger one, there Kelui grows crops native to the area.

Even further left, you will find Kelui’s actual house. It’s rather impressive, though it looks in-place among the even more impressive sight of the rest of his property. Why he built it here and not in the dead centre, I don’t know, nor have I ever asked him. If you want to know that badly, why not ask him when you’re there? I know he lives in isolation, but he’s ever so friendly, provided you don’t try to annoy him.

His house is a large hut with 3 main rooms. It is made of jungle wood, though he somehow managed to put a bit of oak for the door. Wood logs, branches, sticks and planks are arranged to create the wall. The hut also has a bit of mud and straw to create inculcation, so Kelui can moderate the temperature inside. The door frame goes out of the hut to create a small porch with some logs supporting the straw ceiling above. The logs can be found on other parts of the home, creating a sort of corner, but not at 90*, oh no, it’s at such an awkward angle even I couldn’t be bothered to measure it. I would recommend you don’t try, as Kelui is rather over protective of his house. The porch is decorated with pots of flowers that grow all around the porch and up the huts walls. The flowers range from bright pinks and vibrant yellows to dark blues and purple. These plants die back once a year and re-grow the following season with new buds that will flower into new colours, different from the previous ones. But out of all of this, you’re favourite thing about the house will probably be inside.

If at this point Kelui isn’t fed up with you, he’ll invite you inside, perhaps to stay a while, considering the long journey you took to visit.

If you get to go inside, you’ll find yourself in the front room. Standing in the doorway, you’ll find a large patterned rug across the floor. It’s a dark crimson red, with light brown patterns zigzagging across it. It matches a set of two armchairs, all made from rainforest wood with a patterned cloth over the back of the chair. There’s also a wooden table between the chairs, with a similar patterned tablecloth to the patterns on the rug. Kelui may put some food down on the table; if he does you’ll be able to see his plates and bowls are all made from wood, mostly oak. The floor is made from a mat of woven reeds found near the river. Underneath is just red soil.

To the left there is a small window and a painting of the tree outside and the bird that visits it. There’s also a frame with red and orange pressed flowers inside on the right side of the wall, but no window.

There are 3 doorways in the front room, one is the front door and the other two lead to different rooms. The first door is at the back of the room, the second is to the right of the first one. Both of these doorways have no actual door, but have some dead vines hanging from the doorframe as a sort of decoration.

Through the first doorway there’s a small room. Kelui calls it a kitchen, but it’s nothing like a kitchen we will know of. You can see some simple wooden shelves, all lined with herbs and some other things. There’s stone part of the wall near a door at the back that leads outside. The stone part of the wall prevents the fire Kelui uses to cook from setting the entire place alight. There’s no mat to cover the ground in there. Kelui has dug a little pit and lined it with stones for the fireplace. There is a stone base for hanging sticks over the fire. Kelui mostly cooks fish over it, but also uses it for things such as the potatoes he grows. There’s also another door in here, this one leads to a bathroom area, though the toilet is just a pot.

If you go through the second doorway, you’ll find Kelui’s bedroom. He won’t like you going in there, but inside you’ll see a simple wooden frame with straw and leaves on it for the bed, a brown and green woven blanket, a small window with curtain-like vines and another painting of the bird.

By the side of the bed is a tiny bedside table made from the wood that is commonly found in the area. There’s a strange stone on the table, it’s covered in what I think is green gemstones, though I’ve never had enough time to see what it actually is, or at least the type of gemstones. Kelui had gone to fetch some food for me to eat when I was in there, so I didn’t really have enough time to look around properly. You could ask Kelui about the stone, I would have, but I had to leave quite soon after arriving.

Well, good luck to you, I hope you arrive there safely! Kelui's home has always stayed the same in my multiple visits, so almost nothing would have changed by the time you arrive. He refuses to move away, though who would want to move if they lived there? He was born there and plans to die there too. Though it's a bit lonely in the middle of the rainforest, Kelui doesn't mind too much. He gets visitors like you every once and a while.

[MelMellyMel]

mark/watching

[Inupait]

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ષઽ૯૨ทαʍ૯:
Inupait

ઝαℓѳท ทαʍ૯:
Wicca

ઝαℓѳท g૯ทđ૯૨:
Female

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ฬђєгє tђєץ lเשє คภ๔ ฬђคt เtร lเкє:
An old Castle in the Scottish Highlands…
The crumbling remains of what was once a fortress towered around her. Its stone walls castings shadows across her path and invited a slight chill to set into her bones. from the exterior it looked no greater then a ruin, its tall towers seemed to crumble more and more as time passed. But the pungent scent of herbs brought a homeyness to the ancient place. It had not always been her home, but every good memory from her short life had been within these walls. Her mistress, the lady of the castle was both feared and loved by all in the country side. Some would travel for days out into the highlands to come to her for… well aid… that wasn't what the more contemporary neighbours called it. they would often come stalking to the castle at night with their blazing lanterns, disturbing the peacefulness of the dark yelling the word "witch" till their voices grew hoarse. But their was no truth in that, at least not in Wicca's eyes. Sure the castle was old, left behind be a world that seemed so far in the past that not even the minds of the present could ever understand its importance to Wicca. Her mistress would take her with her when she ventured beyond the stronghold of the stone castle to gather medicinal herbs from the strings places in the highlands, this is how she had should Wicca in the first place. The lush green landscape that surrounded the castle was abundant with the most incredible array of plants that could be brewed, mashed or turned into all kinds of remedies for even the deadliest of illnesses. The halls always smelt of politics and teas that only the mortally ill would consider consuming. The healing room was where it was most potent. Wicca's mistress greater her clients their and talked with them about their ailments. then prepared them what they needed from her stash of herbs that seemed to clutter every corner of the huge castle. Wicca would watch from afar, often slipping from shadow to shadow to down the corridors to avoid being seen. there were so many hiding places and so many hidden passages that only she and her Mistress knew. But lately the place was becoming more and more frightening. Those who feared her mistress were closing in, their fear turning to rage and aggression. It would only be a matter of time till even this stronghold was not safe for the natural healers.

[Creative]

Username: Creative
Kalon Name: Goes by Lysis ; true Name is hidden away and long forgotten to time
Kalon Gender: Male
Where they live and what its like:
-lives in a lake with a rocky shore, the pebbles worn smooth and the trees creeping along the edges
-algae clings in clumps, pockets of slimy green drifting in the lake
-the lake is a ways from any town, along a hiking trail that leads around it, leaving the lake in clear view, its beautiful placid surface enticing to those passing, a promise of a cool relief, a good way to relax and take a break
-no one is ever seen swimming, the flat surface is like glass and its tranquility is never broken
-mushrooms grow in the grass, a circle of them leading to where the grass fades to water-worn pebbles
-a kalon steps off the path, and stands by the lake, unable to resist the temptation of tossing stones into it, and begins to do so
-kelpie surfaces with a toothy smile, startles the kalon as the gills flare and then fold to his body as he pads to the shore, almost gliding along the stones
-a talk ensues and the kelpie, all smiles and charm, invites the kalon to his home beneath the lake
-says 'don't worry, dear' placates the kalon with sweet promises of safety, 'you will be my guest, with all the protections that offers'

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