[mongrel]

username: Imaginary
kalon name: Ambrose

why are they in the forest?: "Well, you see, it started, what, eight years ago now?"
Ambrose seems like a nice (although slightly weird) enough guy, and he really is.
extra: (optional, either 200 words OR 1 art piece)
Res

[Galipaygo]

Mark

[ScarryShepard]

Username-*Astrix_
Kalon Name-Tipsy
Why are they in the forest?"Tipsy had stumbled along the forest after hearing legends of magical beasts that lurked among the trees and bushes.She wanted to see if for herself so she went to the forest and found it out to be much nicer.Thats when she decided to stay"
Extra-Tipsy loves pranks and exploring

[lucas tazmily]

username: WildKiwi
kalon name: Aidryt

why are they in the forest?: res with collecting mushrooms.
extra: (optional, either 200 words OR 1 art piece)

[Cinnamon Heart]

username: Cherry_Tart
kalon name: Truffle

why are they in the forest?: Well, believe it or not, Truffle is actually playing hide-and-seek with children from her village. Her dark pelt and green markings make it easy for her to go unseen in such a mossy forest, making for hours of fun in the forest. Of course, Truffle knows the way through the forest and its dangers by heart, and can assure the childrens' safety. Her funny yet close resemblance to a forest troll, which the children often joke about, also drives away predators.
extra: wip, doing art

[kirbby]

marking, gonna write a story in share your writing.

[NyxxofStars]

username: NyxxofStars
kalon name: Grotto

why are they in the forest?: (max. 400 words)

"Awrgh, nevermind me, what're you doin' out here in the woods?" The uniquely-colored Kalon sniffed rather loudly and shook out his mane, sending little bits of undergrowth flying. Seeing as you are sitting and looking at a screen far away from this forest, you seemed unable to respond to the fluffy kalo-

"Excus' me, but I am not 'fluffy'. Jus' cause I've got longer fur doesn' mean I'm lookin' like some cute liddle kit!" A thousand apologies. As I was saying, the fl-

"aHEM"

-long-haired Kalon busily rasped his tongue over his left paw and swiped it over his hair and ears, curling his tail forward awkwardly. (Don't tell him, but I do believe that he may have been a tad embarassed. It didn't seem like his fur had been cut for quite a while. Although the 'wild' look really did seem to suit him.)

The motion caused a few lumpy fungi to fall out of his tail fur and tumble to the ground haphazardly. "Awrgh!" The kalon quickly began to gather up the mushroom caps and carefully stow them within his long tail fur. It seemed to act as a sort of net of sorts to hold the little toadstools. Once all of the precious prizes were tucked safely in his tail, the indigo kalon turned back towards you and sat down, carefully placing his tail around his paws.

"Well, I guess you figur'd why I'm here in th' woods today. Had t' gath'r some forest shrooms for a stew." Looking up bashfully, the gruff creature fidgeted his paws (causing a few true morels to go rolling) and continued to explain with a small grin on his face. "See, the one's that grow in m' cave aren' too big yet, and I needed some herbs 'n firewood anyways." Now that he mentioned it, you could see little sprigs of green poking out from his tail fur where he was now re-placing the fungi that had rolled out. "I still have t' grab some firewood, but I was plannin' on doin' that on the way back anyways. Would you care t' join me for dinner?"

To his cave?

He guffawed and a few more shrooms fell. "Naw, I have a real cottage by the cave. But where're my manners, m' name's Grotto. We better get movin b'fore the sun drops!" Grotto strode with you through the forest, tail aloft.

Word count: 400
extra: (optional, either 200 words OR 1 art piece)
possible wip

[clouds-move-on]

Res?

username:
kalon name:

why are they in the forest?: (max. 400 words)
extra: (optional, either 200 words OR 1 art piece)

[Pyromaniacal]

username: Kayoubi this▪ me name: Tiberius Wolfe

It was only after he had run six miles through the woods, half-blind and lungs burning, that Wolfe thought to consider what exactly had transpired to bring him to his current situation.

He had been a soldier of Mah’irah, a cultish religion that advertised divine protection from evil. He had served under the master swordswoman Augustiné, the brawn of the cult’s leaders. She was supposedly semi-divine and always dressed in blue, and he remembered her stern features fondly. But that had been before he had left, and before he had uncovered the cult’s largest conspiracy.

He couldn’t go back. The Mah’irah, perhaps Augustiné herself, would kill him. His desertion from his former position was damning enough, not to mention his discovery about the cult’s true demonic nature - information that was so strictly confidential that he suspected the cult leaders would protect it with their lives if they didn’t sacrifice their followers first. For Wolfe now knew all too well that the gods of Mah’irah were literal demons; demons that not only controlled Mah'irah, but had completely possessed all the cult’s leaders themselves. And so, he was on the run from them; the Mah'irah, the demons, Augustiné, everyone.

Where could he go? He had no family left; they were all dead, killed by war and starvation in Wolfe’s devastated northern home. The eastern deserts were dangerous; they were teeming with bandits, and even if he wasn’t killed by them, he’d die in the heat. And there was nothing to the south for a hundred miles - just more and more of these ghostly woods, a haunting place of dead trees and empty shadows where he’d only find madness and mushrooms.

The west, then. There were cities to the west, cities where he could disappear and forget, and the ocean. The ocean was good, Wolfe decided. The ocean had ships and fish and opportunity to be anything but a connoisseur of malevolent spirits. He would wait until morning, and run from the sunrise to a place of hope and safety. It would be like his childhood home had been so many years ago, before that civil war that had driven him to Mah’irah in the first place, and it would be perfect.

Wolfe was so busy smiling to himself, pleased with his revelation, that he didn’t notice the blue-clad figure drop from the trees, or see her raise a sword to strike.
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[Kunzite]

username:
minecraftpuppy606

kalon name:
Jacxin

why are they in the forest?: (max. 400 words)
WIP

extra: (optional, either 200 words OR 1 art piece)
WIP