[hasu]

Kalons-- a species with soft manes and even softer hearts.

Monitored in forests across the globe for years, these animals
have recently been declared naturally tame as well as sentient.
Scientists are asking the general population to consider adopting
Kalons for further study in their capabilities of intelligence.

common baby : hair edit, extra fluff, back mane, custom tail & shine

Owned by King Kyo

[Kyo]

Username: King Kyo

Introduction

“Howdy there! Name’s Henry, how’s it goin'? Awesome weather for a picnic today, don’t cha think so? Sun hasn’t been this high in the sky since- geez, I don’t know when! Last Tuesday maybe? Or was it- Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I totally forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? Man I must be workin’ slow in the head today, pardon my manners.
Anyways, I’m Henry! Oh, wait, I already said that. Whoops! Sorry, I’m kinda forgetful. That’s what all these are for! The stars, I mean, they’re actually post-it notes! Cute aren’t they? Look pretty dang good on me too, I’m thinking it will be the latest in fashion come this fall. I was voted most likely to start a trend in high school ya know. Or was that most likely to start a fire? Ah well, details details. Regardless! I’m Henry as you’ve learned and, welp, what else should I tell you about me? Hmmm…
Ah! Got it. I’m 25 years old, last time I checked that was, and I’m currently workin’ in a little ol’ art gallery owned by some big britches with big bucks and an even bigger ego. I don’t think he even fancies art all that much, but he says it’s a good investment so he sticks with it. Leaves most of the work to me though, pickin’ out pieces for the gallery and keepin’ everything in tip top shape! I’m actually the only one that works there on the daily, so it’s a bit lonely, but the pay is to good to start lookin’ elsewhere ya know? Gotta do what ya gotta do to keep food on the table.
I don’t plan on always working there though, my dreams are bigger than spendin’ all my days stuffed inside an office. I want to make myself a name as a sculptor, build lots of important pieces and have them stationed all over the world! Problem is I, uh, I’m not actually that good at it yet. I end up forgettin’ bout my work and leave it in the fire to long and I never remember to get all the air bubbles out so BLAM! Everything comes out in a heap of broken clay.
I’m getting better though, the boss man even lets me put my best pieces out on display in case any of the visitors are interested in buying one! So far no one has picked one up though… but I’ve still got faith! Yesterday I made a cup that you could actually drink out of, so I’m progressing a lot farther than last years efforts. Boss says if I keep it up I’m sure to make it big one day, then we can go on a fancy boat and drink expensive sodas together. Man, I’m so hyped about it, it makes me want to work even harder!
Besides that stuff though, I don’t think there’s a ton I can tell you bout myself. I come from a small town, I like warm colors, my favorite food is the food on my plate, Summer is totally the best season, one time I got this rash from- Oh crap!! I totally forgot about the pizza in my oven, oh no oh no oh no! I was in such a hurry to strike up a conversation that I didn’t write in down on a post it note. It’s been great taking to you, but I really gotta run! See ya around!!!”

Short Story

Today had not been the best of days for Henry. It had started out all hopeful and sunny but ended in disaster and rain. Out of the three job interviews he’d planned none of them went as expected. The first told him frankly that his high school education wasn’t enough to qualify him and the second had already filled the position before he got there. The third person hadn’t even shown up at their meeting place and now he was left to roam the streets in quiet defeat. It was a bummer for sure, but at least his spirit was only slightly dampened by the news.

The winds wailed as they pushed him along, tugging at his jacket and forcing him to wrap his arms around himself. Even though he was used to a multitude of storms it didn’t mean he wanted to be caught in one. Shelter would probably been the best idea, but he didn’t have enough to afford a hotel room. If he managed to trudge his way out of town there might be a cheap motel looming off in the distance, but with the rain coming down as hard as it was he wondered if he could make it there safely.

As he pressed forward courageously, he wondered to himself where exactly he was. There was a foldable map tucked away in his backpack but he had forgotten to mark down the roads he’d taken to get here. During his walk he’d spent to much time talking to his potential employers to notice his surroundings, and it seemed to really have backfired on him now. He probably show have checked the post-it note as a reminder…

Red flashed in front of him, stolen by a stray breeze. Lilac eyes followed the colored piece until it registered in his mind that it was one of his post-it notes sailing off without him. “Aw crap!” he shouted, hands outstretched as he snatched at the flimsy paper. It fluttered erratically in response, narrowly avoiding his grasp as he pounced after it. For a moment it seemed to soar impossibly high only to dash ahead of him in a mindless flurry. Henry wasted no time in hurrying after it.

The post it notes were important to him, they helped him to remember things he’d other wise forget. If something essential was written on the paper then things could go awfully bad for poor Henry. Only the return of that slip could insure he wasn’t missing something important.

After what seemed like miles of running (though it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes) Henry found himself breathlessly leaning against an old rusted gate with the post-it note pinched tightly between his thumb and index finger. Glaring at the slippery red paper he turned it over to read what he’s sprawled across the back in big, loopy handwriting. It was nothing more than a list of addresses he’d already visited hours earlier.

With a sigh of both relief and frustration he took the time to glance around, noticing he’d traveled a bit farther off the main road. His eyes landed on the building directly in front of him, worn down and washed out against the dark background. From the broken glass scattered about he assumed it must have been abandoned some time ago, or at least out of lease for awhile.

Curiously he walked towards it, figuring he might as well pop his head inside for a bit. It was better than standing out in the cold after all, and it was unlikely anyone would ever know he stopped in to visit. The sight of broken boards and dusty cabinets reaffirmed his doubts of company.

Inside looked no better than the exterior. Everything was trashed completely, each step forward brought with it a whirlwind of sand and filth. Henry might have been appalled were it not for the fact he was use to a messy environment, seeing as he did live in the swamps. That and he was frankly just grateful not to be standing in the rain; beggars couldn’t be choosers after all.

Shifting through the junk he came upon a peculiar yet strangely familiar sight. A mountain of broken pots and other pottery fragments lay in shambles and piles around a dark room, lit only by the foggy beams of moonlight that occasionally inched past the storm clouds. He felt oddly distraught at the massacre of bowls and plates and who knows what before him, so he began digging around the remains in hopes to find a few survivors.

A good twenty minutes later he emerged from the rubble with three little pots fully intact. He supposed if he had the chance to look a little longer he might have discovered more goodies buried beneath the garbage but a cut to his hand put him out of commission for now. Instead he busied himself wrapping the wound with a scrap of cloth he kept tucked snuggly inside of his bag for emergencies like this.

While wrapping the wound he glanced around until his eyes landed on a stoney shape in the corner. If this place had once contained a pottery place then that meant there had to be an oven, right? If there was he could probably start a fire and warm his wet fur a little bit, which sounded absolutely delightful to him.

Once he had finished bandaging himself he pushed his way over to the corner, pleasantly surprised to find his initial suspensions correct. It was indeed a pottery oven, and it looked in fairly good condition despite the surroundings. It was moments like these where he felt especially thankful to his dad’s ‘crash corse survival’ lessons out in the woods. Thanks to that he was able to start a fire without much trouble, hurrying around the room in search for flammable objects to use as fuel. A busted up chair served as the best food for the fire and he fed it to the greedy flames without a second glance.

Content with his work, Henry curled up next to his fire and pushed his backpack under his head as a makeshift pillow. It actually wasn’t all that uncomfortable, at least it beat sleeping out in the rain that is. The only thing he could think to ask for now was made some food. He felt tempted to reach into his secret stash of granola but he remembered the promise he made to himself not to eat it unless he was actually starving. He’d even stuck a post-it on himself somewhere as a reminder of this rule, so he decided to keep his word.

Before he even realized it his eyes were slowly drifting closed, lids heavy with fatigue and exhaustion setting in. A day’s worth of walking and running seemed to catch up with him all an once and within minutes he was fast asleep, lulled on by the distant sound of rain beating against the house and winds grazing the roof tiles up above.

The minute Henry awoke, he knew something wasn’t right. Maybe it was the blazing heat pounding against him face, or maybe it was the sound of sirens screeching out violently in the front yard. Either way he found out real quick what the problem was when flames leaped out of their cage and aimed a strike at his cheek. His body imminently moved backwards, scrambling away from the source of danger at lightning speed.

Quickly he snatched up his backpack and started to make a run for it, but the minute he turned around he ran into something solid- another man. Except he was much later in comparison to the young Henry, and much more intimidating. The first logical answer was that he must be a fireman, but instead of a yellow jacket he has a black suite. Firefighters didn’t wear suites last time he checked.

Effortlessly the man flung Henry over his shoulder and pushed his way out of the house, making sure Henry had a firm grip on his bag before leaving. When they reached the outside the firemen had already busied themselves with handling the oven, leaving Henry and this stranger/savior mostly to themselves. He didn’t even realize he was shaking until his feet hit the ground.

“Care to explain what you were doing?” the man asked, though he didn’t sound overly furious like Henry expected. It didn’t calm his never though, knees buckling and lilac eyes bright with fear.

“What, can’t talk? Geez, what a bother” a sigh escaped the elder man and he called someone over, muttering things Henry couldn’t hear before sending them away. After standing there together for an awkward few minutes the stranger tried again,” Look, it’s either you talk to me or you talk to the police, what’s it gonna be?”

Henry’s head snapped up at the words, ready to drop to his knees and start begging,” Wait! Please, I’ll talk, I’m sorry sir I just, I can’t go to jail. I haven’t even, I can’t, I-“

“Whoa there, calm down” a hand was on his shoulder now, steading him. He realized then just how erratic his breathing had been, steadying himself and using this person as a support.

“Don’t worry, it was more like a bad joke. I don’t make it a habit to send kids to jail. Name’s Dietrich, you might have heard of me. I’m often told my name extends far and wide” he sighed, fanning himself and a small smile. Henry blinked, confused by the actions before saying,” Um, no sir. I haven’t heard of you before.”

“Oh…” the man seemed disappointed if not determined, spinning around on his heels,” Anyways, mind telling me now why exactly you were in there? That’s my property you know. It may look like a trash pile but even trash belongs to someone."

“I wasn’t at all aware the place was taken, sir. I hadn’t anywhere else to go and I saw that there pottery oven and I though it might keep me a bit warmer. I figured with all the trash and clutter swamped all over the place that this must of been abandoned some time ago. I though no one would mind if I struck up a fire in there-“ his speech was going out faster, his panicked voice kicking in.

“Wait wait wait” Dietrich said, rubbing his temple in annoyance as he tried to keep up with Henry’s speedy tongue,” You’re telling me that you just so happened to stumble on this place? What the heck were you even doing out this late at night to begin with? And just who are you anyways?”

“Oh!” Henry exclaimed, knocking a fist on his head and cursing himself for forgetting a proper introduction,” Pardon me sir, I haven’t the best of memories so I forget my edicts sometimes. My name is Henry Knockers, and I am at your mercy kind sir,” a bow followed his words, leaning forward to Dietrich like one might greet a king. Dietrich seemed pleased at that, arms folding proudly over his chest as Henry peeked up at him.

“I come from the swamps down in Florida, I traveled up here lookin’ for a job in the pottery business. I’ve been walkin' a mighty long time in search of some work I could do, but I haven’t gotten much luck so far. I don’t have any fancy papers with me and most of those hirin’ are lookin’ for people who’ve got all the special training’s and stuff, so I’ve been in a rut for awhile now… So, uh, I made my way here cause I heard there might be some work out here somewhere. Till then I’ve just been driftin’ like a leaf in the wind, ya know?”

“In other words your homeless” Dietrich reported flatly, a frown perched upon his lips,” Listen, you look young. Why not just go on home to your parents and look for some work there? You’re in no position to be living on your own right now.”

“I’m afraid that’s not an option for me, sir. Ya see, my parents-“

A raised hand stopped him,” I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed” Dietrich interrupted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly,” Sorry for your loss.”

“Loss?” Henry looked confused, tilting his head curiously. It took a minute for the words to register in his mind,” Oh, no no sir! You’ve got it all twisted up. Both my parents are alive and kickin’ just fine!”

A look of relief and then confusion crossed his face,” Then why can’t you go back home?”

“There ain’t enough room in that house for as many people tryna cram inside it! The rule is once yer eighteen you gotta make yer way into society. Most of my older siblings stayed close by the house but not me. Ya don’t know the pain for eleven younger brothers and sisters until you’ve lived it for as many years as I have. Why, it’s enough to drive any man to his end. Besides, I’ve got dreams ya know!”

Lilac eyes suddenly sprang to life with color, Henry whipped his sack around front and dug till he extracted what was suppose to be a handmade cup,” Ya see this here sir? This right here is my future. Ever since the first grade my art teacher’s been tellin' me I’m fit to be a sculpture. I’ve been workin’ hard to perfect my craft, check it out!”

His hands gently slid the ‘cup’ into Dietrich’s open palms, beaming at him with all the enthusiasm of someone who had been injected with a pure shot of sunshine. Dietrich examined the work carefully and came to a quick conclusion: garbage. Actual garbage. Curse those elementary school teachers and their overly supportive facades.

"This is, uh" Dietrich began, peeking down at Henry from around the cup. The younger beamed back happily, unaware of the cruel truth Dietrich harbored. Well... if an elementary school teacher could do it, so could the great Dietrich!

"It's awful."

So much for that.

Henry's face looked shocked, and Dietrich made the quickest save of his life," It's way better than I can do, or anyone I know actually. You've probably got some raw talent kid. Some really, really raw talent."

The kid seemed pleased with this, and before they could continue a police officer came to speak with Dietrich. Henry shot him a nervous look, hoping what he'd said earlier was true. If Dietrich was anything he was honest at least, and Henry was relieved when Dietrich came back alone.

"Well then, it's time to get going now," Dietrich said, casually strolling towards his car. Henry watched him walk away and waved, smiling from his spot on the road side. Dietrich gave him a puzzled look,"What are you doing over there? Hurry up and get in," he demanded, beaconing Henry closer. The youngers expression twisted in confusion, not understanding," What? What do you mean get in? I don't know you, why would I-"

"You've got no place to go right? I'll take you somewhere that helps young men like you find their footing. Once you get cleaned up and respectable you can go out and find yourself a job, then you can work on actually going to college and getting those 'fancy papers'. Now hurry up before all my good will dies in my throat" he huffed, sliding into the drivers seat.

Henry scrambled in after him, tugging his backpack into his lap as he nervously fiddled with an orange post it note. If Dietrich noticed them he didn't ask, though Henry had a feeling he might question him on it later.

"So...even though I almost set yer property on fire, you want to be nice to me?" Henry asked, thinking it was to good to be true.

Dietrich pulled out of the area and onto the main road, throwing on a pair of shades even though the sun wasn't out," I'm tearing that place down anyways, you just helped the process. I'm gonna build an art gallery there, I've heard it's a good investment. Anyways, I'm not so cold that I'd leave a kid to freeze all by himself after having a spook like that. I don't think I'd be able to rest well at night, and I need my beauty sleep. Helps keep my skin looking healthy" he slapped his cheek a few times as if to test it," So think of it as me helping myself instead."

Henry laughter cheerfully, having a feeling he could get use to Dietrich's weird self. It would be nice to make a friend now that he was going to be staying around these parts for awhile. Now that he thought about it, he had a lot lined up in his future compared to this morning. Who would have though an oven fire would get him in this kind of position? The world worked in funny ways. To start off his freakishly sudden new life, he decided to treat himself to some celebratory granola.

[starbitee]

Username: Starfacee
Introduction: first person
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I LOVE STARS

[iskadeki]

RIP im in love oml
res w/ the name Étoile

[Silver Pandorica]

Username: SilverCrescentMoon
Introduction: first person
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Mark <3

[qhosti]

Username: Sparkyy

Introduction:
Before anything starts, Call me Aster. No - thats not my real name. That's a secret.
Also.. I'm a guy. Why does everyone at first glance thing I'm a girl? Like, C'mon.
Anyway, more on about me personally rather than me complaining. So,
I work at a petting zoo. By 'Petting Zoo' I mean I bought a farm and just let
little kids come around and see my pets. I have 2 cows, a goat, 2 bunnies and
4 lambs. Not alot to see but somehow kids love coming here. Damn I love kids, so
full of energy.. Ａｎｄ ｓｏ ｏｂｌｉｖｉｏｕｓ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｄａｒｋｅｒ ｓｉｄｅ
ｏｆ ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ．．． What? I said nothing, you're just hearing things. I've always
wanted to have a kid, but that ain't gonna happen. It'll effect my other job. Don't ask
what my 'other job is' because you aren't gonna get answer. Lets just say it's.. not
the 'nicest' job out there - Thats all you need to know. Actually you don't even need
to know that. I might tell you more about me, depending on the price you'll give
me for it. ; ) ... Oh wait no! Come back I was joking! Would you like to sit down and have
a cup of coffee with me? It's best if we didn't talk in public. You'll see why. Actually wait I
have no coffee, Will tea do? Alright - How much sugar would you like in your tea?

It was a cold night in April. I was walking back home from a party with my best friend. -I
can't remember who's party it was, but it was someone birthday party - and we were
discussing some memories. Then she stopped and stared directly into my eyes. After
a few moments of silence she sighed and whispered ''I shouldn't be telling you this. I
promised to tell nobody, but I can trust you. I know I can.'' I looked at her and smiled.
''You can tell me anything.'' I said. She giggled a little and looked down at her feet.
''Well, Recently I got hired by-'' and then she fell backwards. I did the worst thing I could
of done - Screamed. I quickly checked to see if they were breathing - And yes they were.
I noticed lots of blood on her jacket. I couldn't identify where the blood was coming from,
but it just kept coming. I looked up and saw a figure, not too far away. I gasped, and then
before you know it something hit my head. I fell back, and just before I passed out I seen
another figure appear from nowhere and attack the other figure. When I was conscious again,
I didn't bother opening my eyes. I was so convinced that I was going to die I didn't bother
opening my eyes. ''Its okay, I have no intentions of hurting you. You can open your eyes.''
I jumped at hearing the voice. Tons of questions came to mind - Where am I? Who is this?
What happened? What time is it? Am I dreaming? Or is it a nightmare?... I just made a noise
that sounded like a bird squawking. I blushed in embarrassment for some reason. The voice
giggled. They finally revealed themselves. I won't say what they looked like, as that is
a secret. ''My name is ------------'' they said. I'm not telling you that either. ''We can make
a deal if you want. Your friend is dead, I'm sorry. But if you join me, we can get revenge on
them.'' More questions came into mind. Who are they? Who am I talking to? What.
''Depends, as long as you tell me everything first.'' And so he did. Long story short, I joined
them. At day, I work at a petting zoo. At night I get paid to find people who work for
them. Oh yeah, I found out 'Them' it literally their name. Weird isn't it? And get
information. I don't kill them of course, I'm not that cruel. One day I'll find them. One day.

Oh.. It seems as if you've ran out of tea. Would you like some more? I have plenty.

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username:
steamplonk

introduction:
footsteps. they echo through the long hallway, sounding nearer and nearer. i shift from one paw to the other, my claws clicking on the cold marble floor. when i breath, i can see the air. i shiver and look around me. the lights are off as to eliminate any suspicions or possible eavesdroppers.
a grey shape emerges out of the shadows- another kalon. i can barely make out their features, but i would recognize those eyes anywhere. i speak softly.
"my name is διάβολος αστέρια. ((diávolos astéria.)) call me avolos. i am here to do your bidding."
i extend my paw, but not for a handshake. the kalon pulls a wad of cash from their jacket pocket and places it in my paw. slipping it into my pocket, i whisper under my breath.
"who?"
the other kalon hands me a photograph. on it is a small white cat, laughing. i look up at the kalon, my brow furrowed.
"are you sure?"
they nod solemnly.
"yes, master." i bow, and before i exit the building, i hand them a small business card.
on it reads this:

διάβολος αστέρια.
agender | avolos | professional hitman
1-800-XXX-XXXX

i exit the building, looking on the back of the photograph. it has all the information i need.
i have another victim.

[Tricksters]

Username: tricksters

Introduction:





"I can see the sideways glances being shot in my direction. They don't think I do,
but my stale expression is only hiding a small smile as I rush through the sparse streets of Kagoshima, Japan.
If you do not know my name, I am Io. Named by my mother after Jupiter's largest moon.
I do come off as fairly feminine, but I am indeed a male. If you ever happen to
be stuck in the bustling streets late at night and see a frantic streak racing past you, dropping
blueprints and pencils, that's me.

You see, I am an astrologer. While I do have a well paying job, I often spend my time
doing work for locals. For example, I go out every night and race to a large open field just
at the right area to see see over each building, and the great expanse of the ocean. The stars
reflect beautifully over the waters surface, and while a pretty sight the sky is what is my main priority is.
I spend countless hours each week just gazing up into the stars, drawing rough sketches of the solar patterns
and taking pictures and video of the cycling of the stars. It is tiring, I will admit it, but I love my job.

Whenever I return to my home, small with only one room and one restroom, I often throw
my things unneeded upon my couch and get to work relining and cutting out the small,
intricate sketches I created while stargazing. Clay and foam are my best friends for
weeks, at times even months as I switch between coffee filled errands, speed naps,
and constructing the rotating catalysts of stars and moons for
the local schools in the town.

In other words, my determination and stubbornness have allowed me to pursue
not only the job my parents watched me trial and excite over, but help my town learn
about what exactly it is I do, why I do it, and to show them the simple utter beauty
of space to all of it's expanses. Some say I have a large heart for doing so, and while
I appreciate the kind remarks I am fairly bitter at times, and such an insomniac I
forget what daylight is often as I can spend days sleeping straight through the daylight
hours and constructing my creations during the night, I cannot accept gracious comments.
My ways need to change, but not until I can ensure these young minds get to experience
the absolute wonders of the sky.

When you look into these stars tonight, think of an animal...."

I droned on, my tired eyes growing with excitement as I adjusted my glasses upon my
snout and passed out the small papers to the children sitting in front of me, endlessly droning
on about the stars, and what cultures thought which constellations symbolized what.

[Kenn]

Username: Saudade.
Introduction: Wip with the name Kodiak
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[Takk]

||Username||
Takk
||Introduction||
Grabbing a mirror, I quickly fluff up my neck fur feeling more nervous by the moment before I notice the person standing behind me growing impatient. "S-sorry..!" Dropping the mirror on the grass, a spin around in my chair offering a crooked smile to those curious eyes. "Hey there, I'm..! No that doesn't sound like me... Nice to meet you! I'm..! Not feeling this..." Shuffling my paws, I try to get over my stage fright. I've never been one for vanity or standing out in the dark, this was all pretty new and weird to me. "Right, sorry. My name is Kash, I'm a young guy living on my own but not on the edge. Risks are fine but in moderation, I like to lay low unless someone needs me. I am... Pretty nervous; no ones ever asked me to talk about myself before, tell them who I am in a few words. I'm... Outgoing, love to laugh, forgetful sometimes, generous, open about my feelings definitely. I love space, the stars and galaxies are really pretty. My favorite color is purple, I really like Chinese food, if I could go anywhere in the world I'd want to go in the middle of nowhere in the desert. I heard that at night, with no towns or cities nearby, the sky looks like someone spilled salt over a black canvas..." I close my eyes and imagine what it must look like, I've never seen the milky way before; not like that. "My name is Kash, and one day I'd like to be an astronomer."
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Almost, Bowling for Soup
This is War, 30 seconds to Mars
Welcome to my Life, Simple Plan
Going away to College, Blink 182
Flavor of the Week, American Hi-Fi