[magpie!]

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!

edits;;
standard shine edit
common tail edit

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well it started out with this palette but I lightened the colors some...
they're inspired by autumn, tea, deer fawns, and a little raccoon -- basically my fall aesthetic o w o
hold on rip I need to add the green to the palette

To win this kalon, write a short story involving them!

prettying is encouraged, extras are not allowed!

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[list][b]username;[/b]
[b]name;[/b]
[b]gender;[/b]
[b]short story;[/b] [ 500 word maximum! ][/list]

this will end on October 25th at 7:00 PM EST!

[sanitizarium]

username; daves
name; tyson
gender; male
short story;
it was a late fall evening, the street lights illuminating the streets. leaves of all kinds littering the streets and landing in my coat of fur. small raindrops fell off the tree, showing that it had rained earlier that day. i sighed, feeling the warm breeze flow through my fur and between my ears. it felt.. calming, in a way.
a fluffy object suddenly pushed against my flank. it was my friend, aki [not real kalon]. aki had always been there for me, even in the toughest times. the lights made his gray-blue fur shine, his bright smile spreading across his face, as we joked the night away. aki was always the class clown, and he always managed to light up the room, even during the dullest, most boring tests and work periods.
i'd know him since we were kits, and we've been best friends ever since.
aki has since moved on from drawing (which is where we met), but we still meet up and joke around, like 10 years ago.

[waffle02]

So beautiful! Reserving if I have time!

[LivingLethal]

probably won't be entering because i can't think up a story for this kid but gl to the entrants and early congrats to the winner !

[elio.]

username;
name;
gender;
short story; [ 500 word maximum! ]

[christina.]

username; sailor saturn
name; stanley or "stan"
gender; male
short story;

it's a cold day, and even with his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and a thick turtleneck hidden under his jacket, he can still feel the bite of the frosty air as a breeze passed through. he doesn't hesitate when he steps outside, though. he'd made a promise to his father, and he was going to push through with it, even if that meant freezing his tail off.

he carefully steps over any flowers he finds - mentally, he makes a note to write in his journal about what kind he'd discovered that day, if any - and makes sure not to step on any fallen twigs, less he wanted to scare away the birds. he finds himself walking in what one could call a daze as he makes his way through the forest. he finds these times peaceful. to be alone with his thoughts and the quiet chirping of songbirds is bliss for him, even with the limited time he has to be out here. he silently wishes he could spread his wings, too, and carelessly soar over the trees and sing his heart out.

he stops when he hears the faint trickle of creek water. it's a sign that he's close to the meadow, but he doesn't keep following the trail this time. in the back of his mind, he knows he should stick to it, but his heart tells him to make his own way, and that getting lost might not be such a bad thing. he takes a left and cuts straight through the well-worn trail. it's unfamilar territory, but he pushes through the strawberry bushes anyway, and tries to ignore his racing heart.

he lets his senses guide him. he follows the smell of crushed strawberries and wet dirt, and soon he finds himself at a thicker part of the creek. it bends in an unusual way, and even with the rushing water, he finds algae growing on the rocks and sticking to anything that passes by. he watches the water flow past the green-tinged rocks and sighs, his own rippling reflection moving with him.

he catches sights of something bright and jerks his head to the side, but instead of something scary like a fox, he finds himself face to face with a small bird. but it isn't any normal bird, like a robin or a sparrow. he has to do a double take, but the reality quickly sets in, and he has to stop himself from immediately jumping out of his fur and running home to tell his father. he wants to. he wants to scream at the sky: i found the red cardinal!

he takes a careful step toward the bird, but the moment his paw slips on the algae-covered rocks, it flies off and leaves him with no more than a soft chirp. he laughs and follows after it, carelessly crushing ferns and snapping branches in his attempt to catch his beloved red cardinal.

[493/500]

[trans]

oh no ,,,, this is too cute dwiqdjwiqdwqd, ,,,, res ;w;
dropped

[uηsρεcifiεd ¢ryҏtiɗ]

username; Drasheep
name; Honovi
gender; Female
short story; The night breeze swirled around Honovi as she crept through the meadow. It was good to be outside on a crisp fall night, with traces of warmth gently fading into a cool atmosphere. The moon slowly rose above the trees, a round, glowing orb in the sky. Her careful gait soon broke into a trot, and then a sprint as she neared her hill. Lush fields rolled around her, but she had one spot in mind.
She slowed as she reached the hill, it's presence filling her with a strange feeling. Up she went, the yellowing grass gently whisking at her fur. At the top, she looked down upon the trees, fields, and a small pond that stood quietly, reflecting the full moon's glow.
She seated herself, and reached inside a small cloth pouch that was bound around her neck. In her paws was a small, wooden flute of birch wood. It appeared to have small growths and shoots of leaves sprouting from it, and had an aura of life about it. She began to play. Whispers of her melody floated about, filling the ears of sleeping kalons. The stars glimmered brightly, as though dancing to her tune. The night life grew quiet, in admiration of her skillful playing.
"I have come."
The creature stood before her, shimmering in the darkness of the night. The moon shone down on it, creating a mystical air.
"You have called me, why is this so, young one?" It asked calmly, squinting curiously at Honovi.
"Please," she begged, "I have heard many stories of your kindness and power. My brother is dying. All have lost hope, but I heard the story from the elders. They say that on the blue moon of the longest night in fall, if you play the Melody of the Wind with a birch flute, the unicorn Amory shall appear, and that he can cure anything. Amory bent his head in acknowledgement. "That is so. Your belief tells me much, so I will provide you what you need to heal your brother. He plucked out a hair from his silvery mane. It glinted in the moonlight as he handed it to her. "May all be well," he gently whispered, and then he was gone. Honovi smiled a devious smile, not the smile of joy at healing her brother, but a grin of much more. "One down, three to go. And then I shall have the power of the ancient beasts."

(410/500)

[blimq]

username; pastelllizard
name; elle
gender; demigirl
short story; res with a story of how they gave their jackets to everybody that needed them; leaving her with none, though in return the kals buy her an apartment and pay her rent

[rubixilam]

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