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My gallery · by **captain dude** » Mon Sep 27, 2021 2:59 pm

Username + ID#: captain dude 1003555
Kalon Link: Sanaa
Chosen Prompt: Starry Sky or Vibrant Sunrise/set

Sunrises and sunsets are his favorite!!! Best spent with. Friends

Token Worth:
Fullbody: 4
Shading: 2
Color: 3
Pixel: 2
Animation: 5
Background: 5
Multicharacter: 5

26 in total!
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Politics of Kalon’s World: 10 tokens
Why are they in prison?:10 tokens
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Weirdest Dream: 10 tokens
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My gallery · by **captain dude** » Mon Sep 27, 2021 3:03 pm

Username + ID#: captain dude 1003555
Kalon Link: Sanaa
Chosen Prompt: What was his childhood room like?
Prompt Response:
Sanaa’s home was adorably cosy. Nestled in the planet’s characteristic trees’ hollow trunks, their home stretched from the ground level all the way to the upper canopy, perfect for their large extended family. Rope ladders and webs, much like those we see on Earth’s playgrounds, sprawled throughout the tree home and kept the family’s young kits from tumbling too far. It was like a skyscraper, filled with plenty of rooms for plenty of Kalons. Sanaa’s room was up high, near the upper branches. There was a knot hole that provided light, especially from the sunsets, throughout the entire room. The room itself was made of a tightly stretched canvas with a hole near a corner for the kits to enter. The canvas had just ever-so-slightly had a bit of give to it, so this made it extra fun for the youngsters to pounce around on. He shared the room with his boy cousins and he was very thankful that they didn’t make a mess, at least not in their room. It wasn’t too small but cram four kits in there and things did get a bit cramped. With their trees, some of the branches grew inwards of the hollow area of the tree and a few branches supported the canvas floor of the room. A branch or two grew within the room, providing a perch for Sanaa and his siblings, much like a cat tree. Sanaa remembered countless days sitting up on his home’s inner branches in his room, drawing pictures of himself as a mighty warrior dressed in all the regalia that came with the role. It was a relaxing spot to take a nap up on the branches, limbs and tail hanging off like a panther. Right outside the knot hole window, his parents had hitched a hammock. They weren’t too particularly worried about their kits falling off the large outer boughs of the tree. As long as they weren’t newborns, Tai’al Kalons had excellent vestibular systems and amazing balance. By the time the newborns could sleep away from their mother in a room of their own, they were fine to climb around the inside and outside of their tree safely.

He had lots of toys, dolls, and games in his room, stored in a little basket in the corner. His favorite of his toys was his little Kalon doll he had had since birth, Fraiia. He had brought his little doll around with him everywhere. He had given the toy little tattoos and piercings over the years out of dyes and loved it so much. These days, it was rather ratty, not to the point of being in disrepair, but definitely faded and “well-loved”. He also had some pull-toys, staffs for sparring, and some toy animals often thrown hastily in there. He shared his toys with his siblings and cousins, but not Fraiia. His doll was all his own.

The ceiling canvas was painted, half day and half night, and decorated with pictures of all the flying creatures he knew since birth, with the nocturnal creatures painted on the starry side and the diurnal ones on the side with the beautiful suns, some in flocks and others solitary. His talented aunt had painted them all along the ceiling. Above the boys’ nests, his uncle had created a beaded and feathered mobile for the kits. Dried hollow shoots hung alongside the beads and feathers, clinking together in their relaxing rhythm in the wind. He spent hours of sleepless nights staring up at the painted canvas mural above his head and the little mobile making its soothing sounds. The nests the boys slept in were glorified wooden baskets lined with soft straw covered in fluff, fur, and fleece. The nights rarely got too cold but it was extremely cozy. He remembered on the cooler, rainy nights snuggling up in the soft fleecy warmth, Fraiia tucked under one of his arms. Windy days made the boys’ nursery extra cold and he could remember days where he buried himself in the fluffy bedding with only his nose sticking out. He did get cold very easily, after all.

He used a bioluminescent pod as a nightlight and lantern growing up. It had been an old translucent pod from a flower native to their home that had been filled with bioluminescent mosses. A woven handle made it portable and was long enough to hang on the inward bough of the tree that he loved to perch on. The walls were covered with paintings he had done himself of things he was interested in. There were paintings of his family, his mother, sisters, cousins, uncles and aunts, paintings of trees, warriors, even the various plants and animals he was enraptured by. He loved animals and always liked watching from his window in wonder as the flying creatures made their journeys across the sky. He had a healthy respect for what lurked in the forests beneath and dreamed of one day taking care of everything that lived within his home.

He sometimes as a child wished he had a pet, but his mother wasn’t the pet-having type. He did have a little cage in the corner for the bugs he collected. He loved handling the branchbugs he could catch and gave them names. He found them treats, let them walk along his paws for hours, and ultimately, let them go back off into the rainforest. He liked building them little homes before letting them go and made little clay cubbies for them on the outside of the tree, perfectly stationed right outside his window so he could look at them crawl their way around the new home. He never kept them for very long, but they were kind of like pets and he enjoyed having them around. One time one of them left a egg case and he got to have a whole swarm of little baby branchbugs crawling on his arms, paws, and braids. Their colors were so astounding and they were good for keeping the smaller insects like the furfleas and mites away. And they made the most beautiful music on rainy days!

Token Worth: 1020 words = 10 tokens

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Politics of Kalon’s World: 10 tokens
Why are they in prison?:10 tokens
Greatest Fear: 10 tokens
Weirdest Dream: 10 tokens
Do they want kids?
Sunrise or starry sky?
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My gallery · by **sobble** » Mon Sep 27, 2021 3:06 pm

Username + ID#: Sobble (918599)
Kalon Link: Monty!
Chosen Prompt:
"Do they have pets?"
Prompt Response: -->
Token Worth:
19 [fullbody, color, shading,
background, extra character]
Previous Responses: 1 2

My gallery · by **captain dude** » Mon Sep 27, 2021 3:06 pm

Username + ID#: captain dude 1003555
Kalon Link: Sanaa
Chosen Prompt: “What is the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?”
Prompt Response:
Sanaa lives off unusual things at home but nothing could have prepared him for living in the Lost Isles. Everything there was natural and very clean. Seeds, fruits, and nuts were treats there but this, this was unique. He had never had anything like it.

What was it? The smiling street vendor called it “ice cream”. It was a foreign dish picked up from some distant planet even they hadn’t heard of. Whatever it was, it was delicious! It was supposedly made from some foreign animal milk, but since none of whatever animal they used to make ice cream lived here, it was all synthesized artificially. It was so intensely sweet that he felt almost nauseated by the flavor. He hadn’t eaten in days from trying to scrounge up enough fallen change for a bit of food. He would have gone with something more substantial, especially over some unknown thing he had never tried before, but they had been handing out a sample and with one taste, he was entranced. It was a soft white color with ribbons of caramel running through it and little chocolate chunks throughout it, or so said the seller. Caramel Crunch. It didn’t matter what it was, he liked it and needed more. The flavor was just so rich, so dense, so absolutely wonderful...he just had to have it! It came with a crunchy, biscuitlike cone shell, coated in a chocolate sauce and covered with some crunchy colorful little pieces. Sprinkles, he thought the vendor had called it? Whatever it was, he didn’t care. That stuff was so wonderful, like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was gone within a minute and he was still hungry, but he still didn’t care. It was worth every penny for the strange treat. He couldn’t ever go back to his regular sweets again.

From then on, he found himself aching for the delicious ice cream cone he had indulged in that day. And once money got a bit better, he had it as much as possible. When he began to travel with Captain Carter and the crew, he found that stands started to pop up all throughout the galaxies with the novel treat and that was all the better for him! It was getting quite popular all through space as more and more became entranced by this new and unusual food. He was quite pleased and, now that he had a decent stipend and his food and living quarters completely covered, he was able to shell out a bit to enjoy his favorite treat. Whenever they docked somewhere, it was the first thing he checked in on: the coordinates of the nearest ice cream shop. And the theming of intergalactic ice cream shops is so fun! Most have cutesy themes with pictures of flowers and animals he’s never seen before painted on the walls. Everything about the atmosphere is fun to him. He has tried everything from Rainflower Punch and Earthberry to more adventurous, exotic flavors like Cookie Dough to Mint and Chip, inspired by things he had never heard of. Once, he found a Goldsap flavor that tasted so much like the saps he enjoyed from the trees back at home, he thought he might cry. He really likes dragon’s breath ice cream! The smoke that he can blow out of his mouth is entertaining and not only that, but it comes in such fruity and delicious flavors!

Token Worth: 572 words= 5 words

Previous responses:

Politics of Kalon’s World: 10 tokens
Why are they in prison?:10 tokens
Greatest Fear: 10 tokens
Weirdest Dream: 10 tokens
Do they want kids?
Sunrise or starry sky?
Childhood bedroom

Total: 94 tokens

My gallery · by **captain dude** » Mon Sep 27, 2021 3:13 pm

Username + ID#: captain dude 1003555
Kalon Link: Sanaa
Chosen Prompt: “What does their current room look like? Is it messy or clean?”
Prompt Response:
Living in space, even for the second time, is still strange. In Sanaa’s opinion, compared to off the grid living, this is was more challenging. On Tai’al, if you have a problem, all you need to do is to think of a way to solve it and then improvise and create your own way to fix it. Tools can be mended or replaced with what’s around you, food can be foraged for, resources can be harvested. With the right tools and willpower, there are ways to solve pretty much any problem. In space, things are not quite as simple. When something breaks, you have to get pretty creative or just live without it. On a modern ship, this wasn’t an issue but on Captain Mary Ellen Carter’s ship, things broke a lot. Sanaa’s room was quite the hodge podge. Since he was one of the newest hires to the crew, his room had been hastily constructed out of an old wood-paneled storeroom. He slept on an old shelf for a bunk that used to hold rows upon rows of fine rums. It wasn’t exactly the peak of comfort, but he was just thankful he was skinny enough that it wasn’t a painful squeeze. Since Captain Carter’s ship wasn’t the nice modern type that could keep the artificial gravity on for days at a time, when the crew went to sleep, the gravity was typically turned off to save power. Most of the other quarters had bunks with straps to keep the crew from floating away in their sleep, but since Sanaa’s bed was never meant to really be a bed at all, he had to resort to strips of cloth and bungee cords to keep himself in one place. It was inconvenient, yes, but it was better than the alternative of waking up on the ceiling (or worse, sleeping in and having Mika switch on the artificial gravity while he was still floating somewhere up high, promptly waking him up in the most painful way possible). He did have a few pillows that had been stuffed with a few of the plant fibers he had picked up in a few ports that helped ease the uncomfortability of sleeping on a hard wooden shelf, long legs hanging off the side and floating around in the microgravity.
His new quarters weren’t all negative, though. Since it was an old supply room, it was located fairly close to the kitchens, so mornings started and evenings ended with the cheery scent of Mika’s baking. There was a barrel of water so he wouldn’t have to walk all the to the galley for water, and his own personal connected bathroom which was convenient for whenever little Elijah felt impish and wrecked the main toilet by pouring shaving cream and toothpaste down the drain. There was even a shower, for the times the artificial gravity was in use. Whenever Captain Carter would go to smuggle in Kalons off hostile planets from Draltic lands, the room would quickly fill up with others, many, many others. While it got crowded and cramped sometimes, Sanaa liked the activity and bustle of so many others in one space. He had heard rumors that Mika’s mate would be having kits soon and retiring to the countryside for a bit of peace and quiet to handle her new litter, so Sanaa was certain he would be moving into the main crew’s quarters very soon and getting a real bunk. He had decked out his current space with a rug firmly tacked into the floor that he had purchased from a port he had visited on his journeys, carvings and paintings in the wood panels of the wall, and a small table and chairs for playing cards with the other crew hands.
Since he didn’t own much it wasn’t too hard to keep it tidy, but other kalons found his ornate decorating style a bit much sometimes. To some eyes, the room is a mess of carvings and color, but to him, it couldn’t have been more beautiful. The wood was easy to work with (and carving it kept his claws to a reasonable length) and he had been a talented woodworker for years now, so the decorations were done skillfully. Anything permeable to his claws quickly got carvings of all the creatures that he had interacted with over the years of this journey. One day during some down time from the hard labor of shipwork as he carved a little Ozarian into one of the shelves, it clicked with him that it had been almost two years now since he had been home on Tai’al. The entire room was almost decked out with plants, animals, stars, ships, and creatures of all kinds. Some of them were just an intergalactic bestiary, others told stories through their pictures, both factual and folklorical. One day, while the other crewmates were playing cards and enjoying food and drink, he was busy at work carving and painting a little Occimus on the back of his makeshift bunk. Ringo, glancing over his shoulder at the carving, frowned a bit.
“I don’t like that you’re drawin’ that, mate,” he said in a low growl, a departure from his usually chipper tone.
“What? Why?” replied Sanaa, not bothering to look up from his precise handiwork.
“Makin’ anything that represents them. You ought’ta know that they don’t like our runs. They’re hand-in-hand with them Dralts. You ever seen one?”
Sanaa shook his head.
“Good,” Ringo laughed, taking another drink from a mug.
“But I have seen an Occimus before,” Sanaa replied.
Ringo looked at him incredulously, hardly holding back a snicker. “Oh have you? I doubt it,” he said, shaking the spoon from his soup dish at Sanaa. “You wouldn’t be able to tell the story if you did. I’ve never seen one, but I’ve heard the tales. They’re even worse than the Dralts. The old legends say that they can steal souls just by lookin’ at-- agh!”
His tale was cut short by Captain Carter’s large paw on his shoulder.
“That’s enough speculation for one day. Let the man draw what he will,” she said.
Sanaa’s room decor was tolerated, no, encouraged by Captain Carter.

Token worth: 1035 words= 10 tokens
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Politics of Kalon’s World: 10 tokens
Why are they in prison?:10 tokens
Greatest Fear: 10 tokens
Weirdest Dream: 10 tokens
Do they want kids?
Sunrise or starry sky?
Childhood bedroom
Weirdest Thing He’s Eaten

Total: 104 tokens

My gallery · by **OriGalaxii** » Mon Sep 27, 2021 3:18 pm

Username + ID#: LexxGalaxii + 874104
Kalon Link: Ori
Chosen Prompt: What flower would they use to describe themself?
Prompt Response:

Token Worth: 8 (bust 3 + color 3 + shading 2)
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My gallery · by **captain dude** » Mon Sep 27, 2021 3:28 pm

Username + ID#: captain dude 1003555
Kalon Link: Sanaa
Chosen Prompt: Favorite Childhood toy!

His doll, Fraiia

Token Worth:
Fullbody: 4
Shading: 2
Color: 3
Animation: 5
Background: 5
19 in total!
Previous responses:

Politics of Kalon’s World: 10 tokens
Why are they in prison?:10 tokens
Greatest Fear: 10 tokens
Weirdest Dream: 10 tokens
Do they want kids?
Sunrise or starry sky?
Childhood bedroom
Weirdest Thing He’s Eaten
Current Bedroom
Current total: 123 tokens

My gallery · by **captain dude** » Mon Sep 27, 2021 3:31 pm

Username + ID#: captain dude 1003555
Kalon Link: Sanaa
Chosen Prompt: “What is their world’s creation story?”
Prompt Response:
Solon cleared her throat as the Kalons huddled around. Her obvious size difference (for her species averaged as big as Clydesdales and the largest of the Kals, Captain Carter, was only about the size of a Great Dane dog) allowed for all the Kalons, and especially the kits, to gather close enough to hear her soft, gentle tone as she told the story. Most had heard this countless times, but out of the mouth of a talented storyteller, it was a different thing altogether. Nearly everyone could recount it well enough, but it took a real genius to have everyone on the edge of their seats for something they had heard since birth. The Creation of the Stars had been told throughout many planets from Orazii to Tai’al. It was something pretty much all beings shared in common, in writing, in art, even in generational legends passed down from parents to their kids. And with the advent of the Ozarians’ religion spreading throughout the planets, it was even more widely integrated into culture. The Ozarians, though few in numbers, were creatures of such hope and optimism, it reflected in their beliefs. The mass of Kalons leaned in as the enormous Ozarian, Solon, took a deep breath and began recounting the story of the Maker’s Creation of the Stars.
“Many years ago, before the stars were made or the planets rolled into their orbs and set on their tracks, there was nothing. There was only the pitch black, the great void. The Maker was there and watching. Maker did not like only darkness, only void. With a great snarl to dismiss the void, the void went running and skipping and made room for the light. The nothing fled, for now there was the presence of something. The light danced throughout what once was void with great energy, with joy, with pleasure. The light rejoiced in doing what it was now born to do. It was to bring its energy everywhere and to bring its joy and life to all it would touch and because of its joy, the Maker gave it the gift of being the fastest thing in the universe. The Maker knew the light needed homes, so the energy was condensed, cooled a bit, made into the stars. The light enjoyed its new homes and birthplaces within the stars. As the light matured and became older, the Maker saw it fit to sculpt each and every little planet for it to touch and dance upon. The planets brought Maker joy and with a gentle breath, were given their motion and axis. Many were graced with water, some with atmospheres, some with metallic cores, others with gaseous bodies. The planets shared in the light’s joy and carried on in their galaxy’s journey. Everything was set on its course, from the mighty galaxy to the tiniest particle, from the black hole to the worm hole. All was made beautiful, untainted, pure. The Maker gave life now, and at further command came the tiny hosts on some of the planets with the atmospheres, all that we cannot see, and the plants, all that cannot move but still enjoys the Maker’s presence. Their lives are a great beauty to the Maker but the Maker was still not done. This was but the beginning. The Maker then made the atmospheres of the planets with life transparent, so all those would soon be able to see the glory of the heavenly bodies as they gave and reflected the light. Life was made in the span afterwards, originating from the water and the marsh. At first, it was merely fish and aquatic creatures, but then feathers, scales, fur, and skin graced the habitable planets, moving and thinking and being.
The creatures soon began to enjoy the wonderful union and world set out for them, but those with being, quickly thought it all flawed. Despite the beauty and the wonders around them, they grumbled, demanding to be made masters of themselves, to rule their own destinies, to be masters of other beings. There was nothing to stop them from taking care of and being the rulers of everything else, why must they be the rulers of themselves and over other beings? The Maker warned them of this, that these were dangerous grumblings, leading only to strife, hardship, and pain, but they would not listen. They took matters into their own hands, paws, wings, and fins, fighting tooth and claw, with none truly being innocent of the strife. This was the first time the creatures killed one another. The Maker yelled for a stop, and the creatures froze in fear. Before then, no one had ever heard the Maker yell before and this instance was for good reason. The killing of beings infuriated the Maker and caused With a mighty voice, the Maker explained that to run outside their Maker’s care was foolish and would end only in piercing themselves with suffering. The great ancestors listened to this and assented. The Maker, knowing that their power-hungry hearts would seek lord it over one another and to demand their own way and thus to disrespect their Maker once again, vowed that one day the beings would be cured and fixed of their deep bentness. It would not be forever that they would struggle with this, but rather than to hide and run from the truth of their Maker, they must run towards their Maker and seek to have Maker set things right, not doing what they desired with their own eyes. For the Maker knew what they wanted would taint and overwhelm their desires to do what was right. Those that sought the Maker’s help in restoring what had been broken would find themselves able to roll back the strife and pain The Maker gave the creatures one more piece of hope, other than the promise that one day the beings would be helped and made right, freed from their own dark sides. The opportunity to be at peace with the Maker and to make the effort to live peaceably with everyone was not linked to one’s ancestors or family. It was open to everyone; no one was locked out of the opportunity. And with that, all that is in being came into being.”

Token Worth: 1045 words= 10 tokens
Previous Responses:

Politics of Kalon’s World: 10 tokens
Why are they in prison?:10 tokens
Greatest Fear: 10 tokens
Weirdest Dream: 10 tokens
Do they want kids?
Sunrise or starry sky?
Childhood bedroom
Weirdest Thing He’s Eaten
Current Bedroom
Favorite Childhood Toy
Total:123 + 10 (133 tokens)