[M00N]

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.

to win this kalon simply write a story about them! but write fast, this comp ends at the top of page 3
no editing/no extras/prettying up is ok but I won't judge based on it

the story can be about anything, but it must have been something that really happened in their life

no word limit

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Name:
Story:

[cardboardteeth]

Name:
Tori
Story:
Tori was born in a small cabin in the woods, where she was raised to believe animals were friends and you should never purposely harm them. She had always believed this, because it's true! She knew her parents would never lie to her. Tori was, when older, walking through the woods, whistling her favorite tune. She heard growling and barking, and rushed to the sound as it distressed her. There, was another kalon, tugging at the collar harshly. The barks were strangled, and anyone could hear it. "Leave him alone!" Tori said in an almost hiss. The kalon turned to stare hatefully at her, wrapping the leash tightly around its hand. It tightened the collar on the dog, and he whimpered, crouching low to the ground. Tori made a quick decision, belting forward and jerking the leash from the kalon and sprinting away with the dog. The kalon was running after her, but Tori was faster. She ran and ran, until finally the kalon was far behind and she loosened the dog's collar. The dog's name is Keya, and is with Tori to this day.

[lacewing]

Name: Citrine
Story:
Citrine was born into a poor family who had built their home into a cave. She grew up climbing the stalactites and stalagmites playing tag with her friends. She would help her father mine the gems and her mother weave baskets. Citrine had few friends growing up, mainly hanging out with her brothers and her friend Pippin. She help a quite simple life, but wasn't sure what she wanted to be. She was then accepted into an educational center for gifted Kalon, and is there today with a few friends in a friend group, and is content sleeping in a small bed, curled up with a fuzzy scarf. She has a passion for knitting and weaving. Her cave room is decorated with geodes and knittings, and she owns a pet ferret named Kip. <3

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Name:Gigi
Story:
The excitable Kalon's eye's grew wide as she tried to stick her head more out of the moving vehicle to get a closer look at the animals as they passed by,seemingly unmoved by the thing speeding by.Like it was a normal thing.She was in Africa,and was going to live there while she taught school to some of the village children.She had always worked with kids from other countries and loved helping them learn new things.As such,when a job opened up for this,she jumped on it.

She grinned and held her notebook to her chest as she watched crocodiles lounge almost lazily on the riverbank.Nothing seemed out of place aside from the fact she and her guide were there.Almost on cue,the driver snapped his head around to look at her for a second before watching the "road" again."Ey.Keep your head inside lady!"

She made a sour face but did as told,still watching with great interest.The two had been bickering since he picked her up,and she'd seem to win each time a fight started."Fight".Suddenly,after a bit,the car stopped and her driver got out.He opened her door and motioned with his hand for her to hand him something.She did,and he backed up with her suitcase in hand while she grabbed her smaller bags.She nodded in thanks to him as she got out.

As he shut the car door,both failed to notice her dress was stuck in the door.So as she tried to walk away,something tugged her in place.She fought against it,still not seeing what was causing her trouble."Oh blast!"She hissed,and yanked herself forward harder.Too hard in fact,and she finally pulled free--only to stumble into the river that was right next to them.She was coated in water and mud,and her belongings were ruined!She groaned out her annoyance as she looked towards the driver for his help.

He was on the ground laughing.He got over to her and offered his hand,only to yelp in shock as she yanked him in with her.She grinned in satisfaction at his annoyed face,grabbing her soaked bags and moving out of the river.He sighed as she helped him out,and the two began laughing at each other as they helped each other to the small house like structures and carried the bags.

[widow.]

Name: Duckling
Story:
Duckling remembers the time when he first played 'Duck, Duck, Goose.' He was just a baby- no older than around five. His mother had let him go outside to play with the other Kalons of the neighborhood while she cleaned his room. After all, he was very young, and didn't know how to quite make a bed yet. But he was learning! He made his way outside where the other played, tilting his head in a mixture of curiosity and confusion as he watched them sit in a circle, with one of them walking around, saying something he couldn't quite hear from where he was, before exclaiming something and running off, the last one she had touched chasing after her in a rain of laughter. It was then that he approached, asking what the game was. At first they looked surprised that he didn't know, before they explained it to the young Duckling. Soon he joined in, and the whole neighborhood seemed to light up with the smiles and laughter of the children as they played, little Duckling having more fun than he thought he could possibly have.

[Rainy Nights]

Name: Cas
Story:
Journal entry 7, unknown date
"There's a thousand bees buzzing around, who knows how many snakes, and just three people to handle it. Bluh, it was terrible living at the bee farm. No one to call for help for miles, and absolutely nothing to do in the middle of scenic nowhere. I suppose it can be nice having fresh honey and strawberries but with all those critters running around, I'd rather go anywhere but here. I'm on the road now, pretty much alone with stalks of corn surrounding me but at least I'm on my way out. I'm gonna make it big in the city, somehow."

[AustrianAce]

Name: Ajax McCartney
Story:

He had cut it too close this time. Heart pounding, feet flying, he tore through the back alleys he knew so well. Rounding corner after corner, he could hear the police officers behind him, shouting at him to stop, or they would shoot. He laughed in his mind. He was too fast, too agile, too alert, for a mere bullet to hit him.
There!
Up that building;
a concealed space, just large enough for him to fit.
His nimble hands grabbed a railing and he threw himself up into the hidden section, just before the officers turned the corner behind him. He cowered down, ready to fight if they found him, but desperately hoping they wouldn’t, knowing it was unlikely. His tight black clothes covering his entire body and his face mask concealed him well enough, but his eyes, his shining blue eyes, those could give him away. He squinted, knowing he couldn’t be caught. Too much was at stake. He had to get home. As the men ran straight past him, oblivious to his presence above them, Ajax wouldn’t let himself breathe a sigh of relief.
Hours later, Ajax dragged himself out of the hideout and landed nimbly on his tired feet. He reached into a pocket and pulled out his pocket watch, it said 2:13 AM, before cautiously making his way back to his apartment. A few minutes later, he was lifting up the window to his bedroom and clambering his way in. He slipped out of the tight clothes he was wearing and put on his pajamas, leaping into the bed with a sigh of relief. He hadn’t been caught. He hadn’t been seen. He was safe; for the time being anyway.

[Carnations]

(please ignore I forgot we weren't allowed to edit)

Name:
Miyona Jackson

Story:
Miyona was walking down a street,
592 Flame Trail,
when her friend called her.
"Yes?"
She asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
"Hey.
I was wondering if you could draw Evie,
my Pomeranian."
"As long as you pay,
sure,"
Miyona replied,
and hung up.

Miyona started it as soon as she got home,
and dedicated lots of time and effort into it.
She was almost done with little details like a bit more to the eyes and background,
and was satisfied with it,
when a gust of wind hit her back,
startling her.
Her small paws made a wrong movement,
and accidentally covered some of the fur with blue,
a mistake that could ruin the whole painting if not treated properly.
In frustration,
she threw her brush on the ground.
"Dang it!
I was so close to finishing it!"
Miyona yelled,
and started flooding with tears.
"I was so close..."
She had no idea how to tell her,
or how she'd build up the courage to.

She was laying on her couch,
full of rage and sadness because she ruined her friends commission.
Miyona was just about to call her and tell her she ruined her commission,
when she soon realized that she could fix it now because it wasn't wet.
She raced to the painting,
fixed the mistake,
finished the painting,
and gave it to her friend.
Her friend said it was worth the wait and paid her.
Miyona sometimes wondered what would happen if she didn't fix it,
but what happens,
happens,
and the mistake was fixed.

[jayus]

Name: Daedalus
Story: The man blinked, realizing how close he had come to that deadline. It wasn't easy, being stuck in this room, being forced to push out idea after idea after idea. Inventions were forced out of him, made to function for sinister people. He hadn't intended to end up like this--did anybody really intend for what the string of fate eventually wound up at?--but here he was. It was dark, dark and damp, dark and damp and diminutive and dismal and dire were the circumstances, damn it all! And it wasn't like the irony of his name was lost on him, either. Except, he had no magic maze keeping him hostage, and the only king holding him was a drug lord, a kingpin of crime.

Or so he thought.
The kalon snapped out of the vivid hallucination, realizing he had crammed himself into a cupboard. Another delusion of grandeur. He groaned, starting to extract himself from the cramped space, hoping he hadn't done anything except shove himself into such a small space.

You should have seen the things that greeted him from his kitchen table.

[eltonn]

Name: Fawn Georgia
Story:

Fawn giggled, springing out of her room and through the door. "Bye, Makayla!" She shouted to the kalon who lived in the apartment next to hers. Faint muttering was heard drifting from the other kalon's room. She didn't see many kalons out at this time, which wasn't surprising. It was 3 in the morning. Fawn snickered again, doing a barrel roll down the stairwell. The kalon at the registration desk scowled at her as she tumbled out the from door. The effect was immediate. Fawn instantly relaxed, allowing the cool night rain to soak into her pelt. She always loved the city at night, with the clouds gently illuminated by the moon and the rain a light, misty drizzle. Inhaling deeply, Fawn trots across the road, grinning when she hears a blaring car horn a few streets away. She glances around almost nervously, then shifts herself into a narrow alleyway, with a few burnt out streetlamps. "Ok, almost here.." She whispered to herself. "They said to meet here... Where are they?" Fawn was starting to get impatient. "It says the narrow alley off of Marigold Avenue at 3 am, right he-" A hushed voice startled her out of her monologue. "Calm down, before you wake up the entire city!" Fawn smiled sheepishly, settling herself onto her haunches. "Well, sorry. So, what's the dealio here? Someone bothering ya? Robbers? Theives?" Her eyes lit up as she started to list the different words. The other kalon shook their head. Fawn peered into the darkness, trying to see who they were, but shadows covered anything recognizable. "Yeah. Stocks been disappearing from the shelves, never documented to have left the storage room. I think I've got an employee with light fingers, eh?" The shadowy kalon said. Fawn sneered. Jobs like this were easy. "Alright, don't worry. Fawn Georgia, Private Eye, is on the case!"