[ICarinae]

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Username: NotaBear | Kalon Name: Casey

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What are they hunting?:

Casey looked up to the sky for the first time in hours. He was running out of daylight and a strain started to form in his neck. He let a frustrated noise escape him. He then stood from his position in the crook between a tree trunk and it's branch where he had been crouching, motionless all afternoon. His knees popped loudly in the unusually quiet stretch of woods. Casey grumbled something about his age, then, without taking his hands off of his bow, he carefully leaped down from his perch. Normally they would have walked their trail by now, but nothing but a few deer showed. Casey shivered at the thought that they could be getting smarter.

Before he left this portion of trail, he once again studied the tracks that they had left. The footfalls seemed unnervingly human-like, but this wasn't the job of humans. Wherever their feet fell, they left a trail of decay in their path. Dead grass and blackened flowers stood out like a stamp of ownership on the ground in the shape of disfigured feet. However, already, the tracks that lay before him were starting to regain a green color. Casey couldn't help but feel a shiver crawl up his spine. He gritted his teeth and muttered, "I need a new job." After his younger self started to lose the thrill of the hunt, the idea of being a ranger had lost it's appeal.

Suddenly, the rustle of fallen leaves interrupted his train of thought. "I guess you are getting smarter, that's not good," Casey tensed himself and gripped his bow tighter. A hollow feeling that could only be described as a paranormal lack of sound creeped into his head. He had never been ambushed before. Casey spun and turned until he caught sight of his prey. It stood at roughly 6'5 (198cm), towering above Casey's shorter stature, and was similarly shaped to a human. Except with elongated limbs that bent in awkward places, a nearly pure white complexion, and nail-less, needle-like fingers that stretched far longer than that of the average person's. One such finger was currently pointing at Casey's chest, nearly bridging the gap between the two of them. Casey made sure he was safely out of reach before readying an arrow and aiming it a bit north of the center of the creature's chest. The creature tried to keep up with him, but was far to slow. Casey grimaced, "There you are."
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Official rendition of a Padok by the Royal Research Center for Citizen Security (RRCCS) in their journal: The Humanoid Creature Encyclopedia.

[lovestruck]

Username: lovestruck
Kalon Name: Erragon “Falcon”
What are they hunting?:
Being a notorious crime lord in a huge city is never easy. Not only does his son hate him, for ruining his life- but the disloyalty and backhandedness of his “friends” is heart breaking.

He had been foolish enough to trust Maua- despite knowing she was a notorious assassin. He had figured since she’d allowed him to see her face- her oh so beautiful face, he could trust her. But she’d lured him in- made him fall in love with her, even. Erragon was so distracted by her that he didn’t notice her slowly chipping away at his defenses.. untill she had killed his second in command, and fled, leaving him angry and heartbroken.

Now, not only was he feeling these things, when he had normally been able to easily put up an emotionless front- but now he had to kill perhaps the only woman he’d ever loved (Julian had been born from a mistress). Otherwise, his crew and patrons would think they could use him how they’d like as well, and he would not let his power slip from his grasp so easily.

With a disheartened sigh, he set out into the night, armed with an array of blades and the crossbow he was notorious for strapped to his back. He would have to make it slow of course- not only to satisfy his anger but to prove to those who feared him that he had not become weak.

After tracking her for days on end, he had finally found her, sitting in a cafe- drinking tea from an ornate china glass and reading a novel. At least, he thought to himself- she hadn’t lied about her personality- and some deep part of him hoped that perhaps she hadn’t faked being in love either.

He slowly botched the arrow in his bow, gulping slightly, as he pulled back the bowstring towards his shoulder, taking a steadying breath in, as he was trembling, from both anger and fear. He finally let the string slacken, but his hand faltered. The arrow whizzed right past Maua’s nose, striking the wall behind her. In a heartbeat she was up from her chair, and into the shadows- gone again. Erragon let out an enraged roar. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he kill her? He hated himself for feeling relief at messing up his shot. Why did love make him so weak?

[bark!]

Username: barkie
Kalon Name: Dallas von Rose
What are they hunting?: Herself- or... seemingly herself?
it started late on the night of October 10th; the crisp autumn air had caused the leaves to fall,
their crunchy shells littering the sidewalk. This factor was one of her favorite things about the season;
jumping into a cluster of them and listening to the crunch was so beautiful! This.... single element
is the only thing that made her aware that someone was trailing behind her- their pawsteps nearly silent
besides the slight movement of the fallen leaves across the pavement. Who was there?

she turned quickly, however only managed to glimpse a fleeting view of a dark
tail and a silvery, shiny point of a shine flash in the lamplight before the shadow was gone.
"w-wait! Who's there?" she demanded into the dark, her breath coming out in plume of frost
had the figure already managed to escape her grasp?

She ran forwards, narrowly escaping tripping over her own paws in pursuit of the mysterious being
had her eyes been deceiving her...? Or had she truly seen what she thought? Surely.... of all possibilities....
there wasn't... another version of herself out there?
But the likeness in the fleeting glimpse she had seen was enough to cause her to continue following the
spicy, pumpkin-themed scent that trailed after the being.

"Stop chasing.... stop... following" the ghostly voice caused Dallas to shiver involuntarily- was this a threat?
She shook it off with an annoyed brush of her tail, the crisp leaves scuttling away from her anger-fueled movements
the chase began again moments later, her senses directing her deep into an unmarked forest, the streetlights glow didn't
dare reach here. 'is chasing this figure truly worth this much?' she thought to herself with a grimace; taking one small
pawstep into the darkening environment... followed by another, and another, till the night had swallowed her along with it.


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[clemen]

Username: sunscratch
Kalon Name: nightmare
What are they hunting?:
the grass swayed to the wind's song
as a kalon tasted the air. she seemed
to have very sharp fangs and stunning
black fur. dark as it is when it's midnight.
the kalon had beautifully done hair with
the most stunning feathers. her fur swayed
to the air. she had ghost-like eyes that
made the beasts creep away. and her name
was nightmare. she looked very serious and
was not taking no for an answer for whatever
she wanted to do. the kalon made her way
through the field. her eyes stayed cover with
her long black hair. she was wearing a hunting
suit that made her seem
she was not there. she also wore a mask that covered her face.
the kalon crept low and stuck to the ground.
she looked just like a little mouse but a lot
bigger. and scarier... under her hair her eyes
looked like a cats eye. very concentrated and
quiet. when she got into the spot she wanted
to be at she got a tribal spear and started to
stalk her hunt. she took a deep breath and ran
at full speed. the beast ran and ran but she
was faster. she took the beast down and it was
done. the kalon had completed the hunt.
a look of satisfactory and victory went over
nightmare's face. she took a deep breathed.
"I am midnight and i have hunted the american
buffalo!" she cried at the top of her lungs
in victory.

[DeadlyArcana]

Username: Alhena
Name: Hearne
What Are They Hunting?:

The cool breeze passed over the open plains of the African safari. The tall grass swayed with the wind, singing its delicate song throughout the silent night. The stars above Hearnes head were dancing in the clouds, they are believed to be passed heirs of the tribe that Hearne now rules and protects. It's not much, the tribe sits off the river bank surrounded by baobab trees that protect them from the harsh storms that roll through their area. Inside these trees that have been around since the beginning of times, witches and voodoo doctors keep their magical potions and artifacts that are used in healing warriors of the tribe.
Hearne was out hunting again for his family, food was running low and most of the hunters were either too weak or young to accompany him tonight so he was alone. He knew the risk of hunting out in the safari by himself, but he was brave and had to protect his tribe. It is what his mother would of wanted from him.
Suddenly, to the east of him, Hearne caught a scent of some wild antelope grazing near a dried up watering hole. He knew they were vulnerable, and this was his chance to bring home game and earn praise from his tribe. He crept low beneath the grass, his feet were light against the dead reeds that were fallen along the bank of the watering hole, his cover was soon to be blown and he had to act quick before he lost his dinner. Without hesitation Hearnes leapt out of the grass, aiming himself towards a small antelope who was unprotected. It's mother fled, not caring if her young was taken by the kalon.
Hearnes took his prize and sunk his teeth into its neck, draining the life from the young antelope and saying a prayer as its soul left the earth. He thanked the young antelope for its life and sacrifice and began his journey back to his tribe, knowing they will be satisfied for a few days before he must hunt again.
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[Kiaa]

Username: Kiaa
Kalon Name: Cocidius (meaning ‘mythical hunter god’, is the mythological god of hunting and war, worshiped in northern Britain. He is portrayed with arms flung wide and legs firmly on the ground.)
What are they hunting?:

Cocidius is a bounty hunter. He started his notorious career when he heard an ancient legend that discussed the birth of a creature that could not exist. A creature that would connect the ancient gods to the kalons of Nuncorbis (my kalon world; in development). This creature's unique bloodlines would help to create peace between the gods and kalons. A mediator of unworldly proportions. Though some gods and kalons have continued to get along, there are still many who continue to threaten the other. Causing the world of Nuncorbis to become scared by the destruction brought on by battles and wars raging between the two. Cocidius saw his home destroyed by these tensions. Losing everything and everyone had first destroyed Concidius completely, but Concidius rebuilt himself and vowed to help this creature, whoever they may be, to rebuild the world to its former glory.

In the meantime, while he is hunting for this creature, he also continues to hunt for other kalons and object in order to make a living and fund his mission. He has been rumored to be able to hunt kalons down based on a single pawprint. Concidius has heard many rumors about his ability and he can't help but chuckle as some of the more ridiculous claims.
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The creature he is looking for is my other character Isla, who lives on an uncharted island on Nuncorbis. This island was created by her mother to protect her, as she was never supposed to be born.

[kyoko]

Username: -owl

Kalon Name: "El Cachorro" Chace

What are they hunting?:

For most of my life, I haven't felt a single emotion.
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My dad always expected me to be the best-of-the-best.
After all, he had many expectations from the public to live up to.
I never met my mom; she died at a very early age when one of her hunts backfired.
She was one of the most known hunters of her time;
she had skills no other kalon had.
People always called her "La Tigresa,"
since she could hear her prey from miles away.

My dad didn't care about her, and only fed off her wealth and fame.
Right after her death, he started planning hunting courses for me to attend when I was older.
The first day of my 13th birthday was spent at my first class, while all I wanted was to be home.
Some nights, he'd scream at me for "not being good enough."
I'd cry and cry, wondering why I'd been the one who had to go through this.
I was the best student in the entire course, what did I do wrong?

In a few years, I'd risen to the status that my mom had before her death.
I was called "El Cachorro," which was heavily based off my mom's previous nickname.
I'd learned to never feel emotions again so I didn't have to go through the pain I
went through. My dad had grown cold and bitter towards me because of it.
I didn't think or feel anything about it. I just went with what he said.

I've won dozens and dozens of trophies, but they have no value to me.
The only way I can feel what I have left of my emotions is by thinking about what my mom
must have been like. It's been a few years since my dad passed away, and
I still hunt. I don't hunt for my own gain; I just hunt to see if I can find any emotions
in what I do.

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[mkulia]

Username: Star Melon
Kalon Name:
What are they hunting?:

Mark!

[sanitizarium]

username ➳ daves
kalon name ➳ mikazuki
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i'm a merchant. and i hate my job.
i work as a merchant. i hunt dragons for their horns and griffins for
their feathers and meat for a living (and more rare creatures).
and it sucks. every day, i either almost get burnt to a crisp
by an angry dragon, or i injure myself in countless ways trying
to catch those elusive fairies and griffins! why am i still doing this?
no clue. i've nearly died countless times, and all for a bit of cash.
i wish i'd chosen a simpler job so i could lead a quiet life instead
of hunting dragons.

[♡Mewlin♡]

Mark w/ hunting someone who hurt his family/killed a family member, or hunting answers for something that happened in his past :eyes: