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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.

Their shining tails are used for identification and showing off,
which is helpful when spotting another Kalon from afar. This
association with other Kalons is why they are head-over-heels
for any shiny or colorful item that they come across!

ok I... was close to making this my custom but ; )

Edits: standard hair // standard tail shine // common tail

SO, a very limited impress me for this one
Max of 300 words // Max of 2 art pieces (Can be ordered or be created by you)

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This comp will end in 48 hours, at 8:00 PM September 6th

[orbiting]

Dropping out ^^ good luck, everybody! C:

[jennfreckles]

Username: Jennfreckles
Name: wip
Gender: Male
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[koegami]

Amataeo

Res. maybe

[Canis2954]

woww i love this one!! especially the shine!! ^o^

[Downn]

Username: Downn
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res :0

[{Winterberry}]

Username: {Winterberry}
They fruit in the hardest and coldest time of all, Winter.
Name: Skye or Skylar

Wisps of cloudy white streak the gentle sky-blue indigo of her pelt.
Gender: Female.

Like myself.

[Pi.]

Username: hh Pi.
Name:999h Moray
Gender: uhh male

The first thing that comes to mind when asked about this fellow would have to be the chirping of birds. If you ask why however, you're bound to get some odd looks. How on earth would one think of any other sound to associate with Moray?

No one can recall what his voice sounds like. No audible word has been heard from him in quite a long while. Something causes Moray to not speak, however not a soul around could tell you what it is. Moray is still communicate through the use of sign language however. He possesses great skill in this method of communication and relies on it completely to connect with other individuals.


With him is always at least one bird, however it is not uncommon for him to be seen with multiple. The sound of peacefully chirping birds accompany Moray always. There are a couple reasons behind this choice. For one, he absolutely loves birds! They look so beautiful and sound very nice. Secondly, he feels the noise they make fill the silence of the words he does not speak.

[elf_of_the_hollow]

Res~ Probably something ocean or winter related. Maybe sitting next to the fireplace with a hot drink?

Username: elf_of_the_hollow
Name: Tanzanite(?)
Gender: Androgyne, normally they/them
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[wajas]

Username:
wajas
Name:
Anthea
Gender:
Transgender—mtf (she/her pronouns)

"It was only a kiss, how'd it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss".
Anthea stared at the girl as their lips parted from one another, the blue lipstick on her mouth created a purple palette on her crush's. Her eyes traced Eliza's face for any sign of affection. Oh man, oh man! I probably sprung up on her, what if she doesn't like me— Anthea babbled in her mind, hearing the roar of blood fill the silence between them. She flickered her gaze down to Eliza's red lips, unable to look away. Despite how awkward their parting had been, she couldn't deny how excellent the kiss was. It was amazing, Anthea sighed to herself.
"I liked it," Eliza smiled slowly, meeting her with a glimmer in her auburn eyes. Anthea's mouth dropped; she liked it?
"You did?" Anthea blubbered out, taken aback by Eliza's assurance.
"Of course. I've heard you were a great kisser, but I never knew myself up until now," Eliza crooned, winking playfully. When the school bell resounded through the campus, Eliza left Anthea in the hall. She smiled, kissing Anthea's cheek daringly, "Going to Psych, see you around," her soft voice whispered into Anthea's hungry ear.
Anthea gulped, blushing vividly while she grinned, "Hopefully it won't be long," she fumbled out, eyes glued to Eliza. It took her a good minute to get back to her senses, just in time to see that she's late for Art History.
"Oh, God," she exasperated, sprinting down the halls, "I hope Mr.Thorten won't kill me!" She murmured to herself, passing onlookers with a blur. She really hopes class'll be somewhat interesting, or else she'll meet up with Eliza to continue their "conversation".