Kalon Readoption - Anya

[Checkinder]

I've recently lost connection to my Anya, so I'm putting her up for readoption. She's a blank slate, has two breeding slots. She was made off Oekaki by Mintiature. She comes with some art.


The name and gender do not have to be kept the same!

Edits:
Standard; Shine Edit
Common; Hair Edit, Tail Edit
Uncommon; Shorter Fur

This will be a fairly simple competition.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b] (at least 50 words)
[b]Brief History:[/b] (maximum of 300 words)
-Either 500 words, 250 words and 1 Art Piece, or 2 Art Pieces-

This will end on January 31st, giving you a little less than two weeks to enter!

[gremlin]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Personality: (at least 50 words)
Brief History: (maximum of 300 words)
-Either 500 words or 2 Art Pieces-
WIP

[Esther~]

possible mark

[~Soul~]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Personality: (at least 50 words)
Brief History: (maximum of 300 words)
-Either 500 words or 2 Art Pieces-

[♡Chocolate♡]

Username: ♡Chocolate♡
Name: heron
Gender: feminine
Personality: wip with curious little ball of energy
Brief History: (maximum of 300 words) wip with family being thieves

[amaoretto]

Cleophon Mukantagara. A once kind and forgiving
soul turned to a ruthless and unforgiving thief.
Much of Cleophon's childhood consisted of struggles
that shaped her to the the kalon she is today. As a
young kit she was afraid of the way everything was,
but as she grew so did the world around her. Her
parents didn't shield her from their daily struggles
just so she could see what was awaiting her. Many
of the problems that she saw she faced head on
once she realized that she couldn't be protected
where she lived. Cleophon had finally cracked and
she changed completely. She was no longer the girl
of big dreams and kindness. Now she was a heartless
thief who would do anything to help her parents...

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Cleophon was born to merchant parents in the slums of Alexandria, Egypt. She didn't
understand how poor her family was at the time of her youth, and she kept dreaming
of things she would never be able to have, like a nicer home near the pyramids. She
wished and dreamed of becoming royalty, but so did every kit in her village. It was
hard for her parents to live due to how expensive everything was becoming. Some
days they had to decide on payments or food to eat, but this is the way she lived for
god knows how long. As Cleophon grew older her personality changed. She became
ruthless and started to slowly steal from the market place in which she grew up in.
At first, she only stole small things like a singe fruit for her family to eat, then she
decided to start stealing larger amounts of things like a bunch od bananas or a bag of
rice. Her parents praise her for getting them food because they didn't know how she
got it, they assumed that she had gotten a job that paid well for her to buy the things
she had stolen. Cleophon had never thought of telling her parents that she stole because
she knew that it would break their hearts. And as of then she wouldn't tell a soul.

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Disappointment, Sorrow, and Betrayal is
what filled the minds of the village kalons
when they found Cleophon stealing from a
market stand. The kalon was stealing food
for her parents when she got caught. How
would she feed her family now that she
had been found out? The village kalons
asked her questions like "How long have you
been stealing?" or "Why would you do this?"
This was a poor community as it was and her
stealing had lost several kalons money for
their own lives. She answered the questions,
telling them that she was only stealing for
her parents and that she's been doing it for
several years. The villagers had a chat and
decided to banish her from the village. She
would not be allowed to see her parents,
unless they came to her. She would never
be allowed near her home ever again. She
should have regretted what she did, but
she was too far gone from her old self and
didn't care. She left with no tears, hoping
her parents would be okay...

[wriolette enjoyer]

Username: T3r3z1!
Name: Harriet Fox
Gender: Female
Personality: She is a very odd, strange and happy Kalon. She is determined to be a good person.
She is also a very out-going Kalon who likes to talk, start snowball fights and having a lot of morails.
Brief History: WIP
-Either 500 words, 250 words and 1 Art Piece, or 2 Art Pieces-

[skylark]

Res!

[Birdy]

The Pirate's Entry WIP

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Anya is, by default, a very wise kalon; she was never given the opportunity to be anything else. From the moment her paws first kissed the sun-bleached sand, she was left to her own wits in order to survive. In her days beneath the crimson sun, she thought of ways to keep cool. In her nights beneath the swollen moon she dreamt of ways to stay warm. The desert is the harshest environment, after all. It enforces both extremes without mercy and requires sole knowledge, along with a little endurance, to survive. And so, Anya acquired that knowledge and became that durable for the sake of meeting the crimson sun each morning and the swollen moon each night.

And no-- she does not curse the sun nor the moon.

In the sun, her core was melted. Her troubles and fears dispersed within the sweat that graced her face and tail. Her eyes grew accustomed to the blaring light, allowing her to see all that was there and more. Anger boiled beneath the scorching rays and evaporated into the blowing sand, being replaced with the one thing that could allow her to survive: a pure, unwavering nothingness. And it is with this nothingness that Anya speaks to her clients; when she tells them tales of their foretold triumphs or defeats, it is with a heart that beats only to meet the crimson sun once more.

In the moon, her core was hardened. Bittern winds that swept across the desert so too swept across her tawny fur, seeping beneath her skin to enter her veins. In defiance, her fur and skin became thicker, allowing her to meet the swollen moon not with fear, but with contempt. And when the creatures of the desert found comfort beneath the still-warm sand, Anya chose to sleep without shelter from the cold, determined to become the cold. And it is with coldness that Anya walks the fleeting sand, a pair of hardened eyes scanning her surroundings; and when her hardened eyes fall upon potential prey, it is with a hardened soul that she snatches her opportunity, only to meet the swollen moon once more.

She does not curse the sun nor moon-- but greets them as their child.

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Anya was born not of love, but as a burden. The final offspring of an already large family, she was seen only as another mouth to feed, too small to be of any use. Her hungry mewls soon drowned out whatever love had been reserved for her, and so she was left to her own defenses in one of the harshest areas known to kalons: the desert. The sweeping sand scorched her tiny paws and stung her chocolate eyes, causing her to tear up: so began her first and final crying session.

After nearly 3 weeks of wandering the desert and preying on injured and unsuspecting insects, Anya found herself amidst a town of stern-faced kalons, all passing by without a second glance. Anya observed their swift movements and silent ways. She knew better than to beg to them; there was something in their lifeless eyes that told her they were far more lost than her, and would be unsympathetic. These kalons were born in the desert and had spent many years adapting to its unforgiving climate- what she had done in three weeks, they had done all their lives.

Eventually, after many months digging through the town's scraps for food, Anya stumbled upon a weakness that she had not noticed earlier: these people appeared to be at their lowest, and so they had nowhere to go but up. And when kalons have faced as harsh a life as them, they would do anything to get a taste of a better life. And so, Anya began her occupation: fortune telling. She gave the kalons what they no longer knew how to dream about- hope. And having lost all her tears on that first day being alone, it was with a smile that she spoke sweet nothings into their tired ears.

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I've given many fortunes in my time.

Time seems endless, doesn't it; especially in the desert. Each grain of sand is the representation of life- or the absence of- and the dessert can stretch for weeks. So, too, can fortune; this is what I tell my clients:

"The desert faces the harshest sun, but at night the moon always returns."

And with desperate eyes, they eat up every word. I've had old kalons leave feeling young, their muzzles pointed higher and their steps less heavy. I've had young kalons come to me with the same emptiness in their souls that rests in mine. By the end of our session, I've planted a new life within them that gives them the courage to continue on.

To those with tattered clothing I promise fortune, to those with jewelry I promise fame, and to those with a title I promise forgiveness. Each has their own want, a chink in their sun-stained armor. My talent is finding those chinks and repairing them with sweet nothings.

How can one claim that what I do is wrong? If my client can leave with a will to continue- if a mother can return home and comfort her child, or an elderly kalon can face the life just one day longer- then I see no harm. I see hope, and so do they. Gold is a small price to pay for hope. Trust me- I would pay handsomely to believe myself the way they do.

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[OswinTheFox]

Username: Oswinthefox
Name: Dynasty
Gender: Female
Personality: (at least 50 words)
Brief History: (maximum of 300 words)
When dynasty was younger and a new Egyptian queen she vowed freedom to all of her subjects
-Either 500 words, 250 words and 1 Art Piece, or 2 Art Pieces-