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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 sapient.
Scientists are asking the general population to consider adopting
Kalons for further study in their capabilities of intelligence.

key and lock themed this time!
i... for have a thing for chains apparently

common
-custom tail shine
-hair edit

this will be a fairly quick one, just write me a short story

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extras arent allowed, but prettying up is!

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June 10th 12:00AM EST

winner is Cleverify!

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[Silver Pandorica]

username:
SilverCrescentMoon
name:
Ranger
gender:
Male

Personality
Ranger's personality is...quite difficult to sum up. Depending on the situation, many would describe him differently. But his true personality is really just a lonely and desperate guy with no other source of income then to steal. Not straight up stealing, but cheating people out of their money. He doesn't do it because of greed, but for a much bigger cause. Deep down, he's a sweet guy. Of course, he doesn't show it. Not anymore.
(76 words)

Short Story
Rain poured down from the dark sky, soaking Ranger to the bone. But he couldn't stop. Not now. He sped down the sidewalk, nearly slipping on the slippery pavement. He skidded to a stop at the corner of the street. A streetlamp flickered high above his head. Not a car in sight. Ranger couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. On one paw, he could quickly cross the road without having to wait for traffic. On the other paw, no one would be there to save him from getting attacked on the corner of Delta Boulevard. Pawsteps pounding behind him made up his mind. Quick as a flash, he raced across the street and reached the other side. Wind and rain stung his eyes, but he kept going.

Ranger was fast, but his soaked fur was beginning to take its toll. The water weighed him down, not to mention the bag of cash hanging from his waist, and he was forced to a slow jog. Now don't get him wrong. He wasn't a thief or anything. Not a nasty one anyway. Okay, so sometimes he was a nasty thief. But this time, Ranger just happened to strike a deal with the wrong people. Nothing, especially the stupid rain, was going to stop him. Then he was on the ground. Another kalon had tackled him from behind, and Ranger winced upon hearing his own leg crack under their weight. Pain shot up his leg, and he had to steady his breathing to remain calm.

"Hand it over, scum," the kalon said right into his ear. "And no one gets hurt." Dirty liar. He had just broken Ranger's leg.

"We made a deal," Ranger hissed through the pain. "It's mine and you know it." He let out a cry as the kalon sat down hard, putting all his weight on the broken leg.

"Come on, Ranger. Just give it to me." Blech. The dude really needed to brush his teeth.

"No." Ranger needed the money to get that plane ticket. It was his only chance.

"Fine." The kalon stood up. "We'll do this the hard way. You have three more legs right there for the breaking.

Ranger wanted to protest, but he knew it was over. Biting back the pain, he rolled over onto his back to reveal the small sack of cash. "Whatever. Take it."

The greedy kalon snatched up the satchel and slung it around his neck. "Good decision. Next time I won't go so easy on you." He walked away, leaving him there in the pouring rain.

It was a long time, hours maybe, before Ranger saw movement across the road. His aching leg wasn't letting up, and he knew walking wasn't an option. "Help," he called softly. The kalon looked over and rushed to him.

Before he blacked out, Ranger managed to catch what the kalon said. "Oh my. We need to get you back home and fixed up right away!"
(498 words)

[Everfree Luna]

username: Everfree Luna
name: Shift
gender: male
personality(100 word max): Shift isn't very outgoing. He is at times, but it takes some work for him to feel that way around you. Shift loves adventuring in the forest alone, at night. He is very into mysteries and detective work

short story(500 word max):

[Hawky<3]

holy omg rES hardcore

[heir]

Ah congrats!

[Galawhim]

username: Honeycomb101

gender: Male

personality(100 word max):

Harack is an odd one. Close to no one knows his name, and even fewer know his story. He always keeps to himself. Speaking is a rarity for him; his voice is often very raspy because of his lack of talking. He quietly runs his Curiosities Shop in a small town. Customers are just about as rare as Harack talking, but he doesn't mind. He only tells his story to Kalons he knows he will never see again.
Locksan is superstitious. He believes in nearly everything, including old mythology. He's excellent at manipulating others but prefers to stay by himself.
(100/100)

short story(500 word max):

A street lamp ominously loomed above the city buildings. The air was still and only the faint yowls of alley cats and the crashing waves of the nearby ocean could be heard. Night had fallen and nearly all of the shops and businesses had safely locked their doors for the night. Well, all but one shop.
There, in the midst of the moonlight, stood an odd shop. The lights were lit but they were dim. The sign above the door was impossible to read. A dirty welcome mat lay in front- almost ironically. There was nothing welcoming about this place.
Though many believe that this small shop is just an antique shop, it is certainly anything but.
This is a shop of curiosities; of oddities; of things that seem unreal. It is a myth and a joke, all at the same time. Do not take this shop lightly.
Within this mysterious place lies many things. From eyeballs in jars, to ancient weapons and swords, to magical gems worth thousands- this shop has it. Throughout all of the mysterious oddities this place holds, the owner just may be the oddest. Harack Locksan appears to hold more secrets than the very shop itself.
•••
A ship pulled into the docks. Though the town was quiet, the loud waves of the ocean were not.
Kai the Pirate stepped out from his ship and onto the pier. He shivered and looked around the eerie town. He then pulled a large bag over his shoulder and moved into the city. He had heard of a shop here that was willing to buy treasure and knick knacks from anyone wanting to sell them. Kai knew that he would make a fortune tonight. He had collected much treasure over the course of his pirating career.
Though it was hard to see through the dark night, he eventually found the shop. It definitely looked like a shifty place; Kai decided to have his sword ready.
The Kalon entered the place slowly. Mountains of trinkets lay on racks. Treasure chests lay open, full of goodies. Eyes watched him from jars and birds in cages squawked. Kai gulped, then let out a small,
"Hello?"
•••
Harack Locksan was dozing peacefully behind the counter of his shop. He was using his hooded cloak as a blanket.
The faint "Hello?" from the Kalon awoke Harack immediately- he jumped up from his spot and wildly looked around.
He relaxed upon seeing the Pirate Kalon.
"Oh...hello." He rasped.
The customer held his bag up and tried for a smile.
"I'd like to sell some things."
Harack grinned eerily and reached for the bag.
"And what would you like in return?" He questioned.
The Kalon pondered this for a moment. He looked around and then turned back to Harrack.
"I want to know about this place. About you. I know this place holds a mystery."
Harack choked out a laugh and waved for Kai to sit down.
"Well then, pirate. Let me tell you my story."
(499/500)


Kai belongs to me.

[MysteryAlley]

username: mysteryalley
name: picket
gender: demiboy
personality(100 word max):
keep it safe . lock it away .
many would assume picket is secretive , as he is always keeping his feelings hidden . but he doesn't have any secrets . he is very honest , and struggles to understand why people lie . he doesn't understand if people are lying , and as a result , people take advantage of him .
short story(500 word max):
it was pretty outside . picket smiled . the trees had begun to bloom . but no , he couldn't go outside , everyone was talking about ' summer fever ' . picket hated to get sick , he refused to ruin his day with an illness . but everyone else was having fun . no , he firmly told himself . the little friendly voice in his head told praised his intelligence . good picket . you are smart , the others will get sick while you stay inside and are safe . locked up inside , no one can hurt you . thank you , friend , whispered picket . you're the only friend i need .

[redhorizon]

username: CaesarHorse
name: Jacob Cunningham
gender: Male
personality(100 word max): Kind of odd, many would say he's got a screw loose. He has his own type of humor and lives in his own little world most of the time. No friends or foes, he just doesn't socialize.
short story(500 word max): I trot across the street, bag bumping my side and car tires screeching in the background as they stop suddenly, but I don't pay attention. I start to walk along the sidewalk with a bit of a skip in my step. As I start to near my home, the traffic slows and other kalons are harder to come across. I reach my home and start to climb the ladder up to the specially build treehouse that I call home. Upon entry, I open all of the windows and peer out each one, making sure nobody is lurking about. I then pull out a cloaked contraption and smile at it. I whip off the cloak and study my invention I am currently working on. I drop my bag on the ground and start to pull out parts that I attach to the hunk of metal. After many hours of hard work, I sigh, stepping back. I hold up my new invention and strap it to my back. I have finally invented the jetpack. I wind a knob and then pull a string. The motor starts with a loud vrummm and then quiets down. I climb down the ladder and then grab the handles. Here goes nothing. I press a button and soar into the sky.