[✧ the Archivist.]

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 sentient.
Scientists are asking the general population to consider adopting
Kalons for further study in their capabilities of intelligence.

A partner contest!

Standard: teeth, shine // Common: hair, fur

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Rules:
To win this Kalon, you must pair up with another user, and each fill out one of the prompts!
One user will fulfill the art prompt and the other will do the writing prompt. Your pair must have both prompts. You may not both do the same prompt.
The prompt you pick doesn't matter which Kalon you're trying for.

DO NOT MARK THIS THREAD!
Once you and your partner BOTH complete your forms, you each post them under the Kalon you are trying for.
Only post your completed form here. You may edit to add in the link to your partner's form.

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You may pretty up your form as you'd like. No extras. If you have any questions feel free to ask me!
Ends December 7th, @11:59 PM, EST

[allu]

username;; alluvium
link to partner's form;; <3
writing;;

[500/500 words]

The soft chattering of voices was all Echo could hear in the small coffee shop. He visited the place every day, as the atmosphere was comforting to him, and better yet, it was the perfect place to pick out unsuspecting kalons who he might swindle out of their belongings. This was what he did for a living. From the day he was born he had this charm that drew others in and made him seem welcoming and trustworthy. He used this to his advantage. Who wouldn't? It was a routine, visit the coffee shop, and pick out someone he hadn't met before to talk with. Very simple.

Glancing around the room, he watched as a blue kalon reached into a shimmering purple bag, before grabbing a phone out and sitting down with it. They looked toward him and smiled. The seat in front of them was empty, so without hesitation, he went over to the table.

"Do you mind if I sit here with you?" he said softly.

She shook her head, "Of course not!"

Perfect.

He pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down before holding out a paw toward her. "I'm Echo, by the way."

She grabbed his paw gently and shook it. "I'm Kostyusha." she replied.

From where he sat, he could see inside the bag, there was a few items, but one in particular struck his eye.

"Is that a rock?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

She looked at her bag and back to him. "Oh, yes it is! It's my lucky moon rock actually." she said as she pulled the rock and a magnifying glass out of the purple bag. "Here, go ahead and take a look at it." she said.

He looked toward the items and picked them up, examining the 'lucky' rock. It was nice. Just the sort of thing he enjoyed taking. A prized possession. "I study rocks you know, I'm a geologist." It was an obvious lie to him, but to someone else, probably not.

"Really?" she questioned.

He nodded slightly before placing the things back on the table. "You know, I've never seen a moon rock quite like this. Would you mind if I took it home to study some more? I can give you my number and call you when I'm done with it."

She nodded her head softly "Yeah, sure!" He grabbed the rock and a napkin before writing a number down on it.

"Here you go." He said as he slid the napkin toward her and stood up. "I do have to go now though." he flashed a smile and watched as she waved.

He made his way out the door and let out a chuckle. It was that easy? The number was fake of course. He knew he would never see her again. His name was fake too. Nobody knew his real one. With a devilish grin, he walked home, ready to place the rock with everything else he'd acquired over the years.

[FluffyBirdie]

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username: FluffyBirdie
name: Jordan - "descend"
link to partner's form: ☾
writing: [ 500 / 500 words ]

"To repeat, Renan is in sector one. Okey in sector two, Jordan in sector four, and I in sector three. I shall now read the general directives.
Do not remove your radiation suits under any circumstances. Do not damage any finds. Under the Conservation of Life Act of 2033, any tra
ces of fauna must be reported immediately. Theft of any item is a criminal act and you will be punished accordingly. Avoid inefficiency.” Right
as Torin said the last order, the timer beeped, and the group scattered as another timer on their wrist flickered into existence. Twenty minu
tes to search their respective regions.

Jordan arrived at sector four in nine seconds, providing him with six seconds to scan the scene. Black ash and burnt wood signified that it
was once a dense forest, hence his main goal: signs of animal life. He started walking carefully but briskly, watching for paw prints, trails, de
ns. Eighteen minutes. Every few meters he kicked up the dark soil, looking for underground nests. Charred logs disintegrated into fine char
coal on contact, revealing nothing within. So far the area was as barren as its appearance, though that was unsurprising. Fauna would not
be so valued if it were common.

Sixteen minutes. As he kicked up more dirt, his foot hit something hard. Sunlight reflected off a metal surface, and he crouched, gently dig
ging it out. A container? Could it be something valuable, to be buried here? Curious, he lifted the lid, revealing a variety of small, perfectly
preserved items. If he had to guess, the objects belonged to young girls. A rabbit plush caught his eye, and he picked it up for examination.
An ear was torn, and the seams uneven and irregular. Handmade... Far beyond personal articles, here was something made by hand, a rare
commodity in his era of identical machine-made belongings. He wished he could take off his gloves to touch the worn cloth. As he inspected
it, a note fluttered out.

We are leaving our dreams behind, in the hope that it reaches more peaceful times.

He inhaled sharply, the gentle cursive before him striking a chord in his heart. These girls, living in chaos of a nation before war, searched
for peace. The unity his generation now enjoyed. But this integrity led to a desire for efficiency, and now every action was timed, and pers
onal relations discouraged. He wanted to live in the past, in a world where friends can bury items together and time flies freely. They were
looking forward, while he was looking back...

He flinched. Time! Four minutes left, how could he have lost track? He moved to put the rabbit back, but in an uncharacteristic moment of
impulse, he tucked it inside his jacket pocket instead. Alarms were ringing in his mind - theft! theft! - but he ignored it.

She had left the toy because of an impossible dream for peace, so he in turn will keep it, to remind him of his own unachievable wish for
freedom.

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[25114013114]

username:: 25114013114
partner's form:: ◇◇◇
art:: ⤈⤈⤈

[roelian]

username:
roelian

link to partner's form:
✧

writing [500 word limit]:
Sometimes Tyson forgot that he was not of the hearing world. He was deaf, and had been for quite a long time. He'd gotten so used to his deafness that it was easy to forget that things made noises sometimes. He'd gone deaf young in life, just a little too young to really understand how to speak, but old enough to know that sound was a thing. Tyson communicates entirely in sign language, his boyfriend/best friend being a sole communicator with him as well as a translator.

Tyson grins as he pushes aside the ASL dictionary in the bag he's currently looting. It's kind of his lover, Riskou, to try so hard for him, and he'd almost feel bad stealing from him but he just HAS to play that game Riskou showed him earlier. It was some old retro style game, on an old fashioned gameboy system. Tyson wasn't even aware they still made gameboy games, but he wasn't complaining at all! Tyson makes a soft noise, one he isn't even aware he's making.

He plops himself on the couch and tilts himself in such a way to hide the fact that he has stolen the system. A throw blanket pulled over his head like a small child that might get caught by a parent for staying up too late reading or listening to music. He thinks, surely, that he has won! He is a master thief! The best of the best! Or.... Well... being deaf and all, he forgets volume is a thing, and isn't even aware the game's music is blasting until he's being gently whacked on the head, game plucked from his grasp.

[chanhee.]

username: raywood ☀
link to partner's form: planiteri ☾
writing:
[500/500]

Lev woke up to the sound of a bag rustling outside of their tent. Unwrapping himself from Enid's arms, he moved to get up before the sound stopped and he heard the sound of shuffling leaving their tent. He sighed and stood, deciding to assess their losses before Enid woke up, assuming it would be some hungry Pokémon scavenging in their bags for the treats and berries they had in there. Opening the tent, he was greeted by two Eevees scampering up to him and running betwixt his legs, hopping up and looking for attention. Lev gave it to them as he pulled their bags from the tree they were hung on, noticing immediately it wasn't the food that was stolen. It was a water stone. It's fire counterpart was still there, but the water stone was nowhere to be found. A frown came across Lev's face as he looked around the campsite, hoping to find the stone he'd been planning to use on his partner Pokémon, but it was gone. Saddened, he started on breakfast so Enid would at least have a good start to his morning.

When Enid woke up a half hour later, he was grateful to see his boyfriend making food, and he gave Lev a kiss on the cheek to show his gratitude. Enid's face when he pulled away, however, wasn't something he was happy to see.

"What's wrong?" Enid asked softly as he sat on a stump and watched his boyfriend stir the food in front of him with his eyes firmly locked downward.

"One of the stones is missing. I woke up about an hour ago to something rummaging through our bag and now the water stone is missing," Lev kept his eyes on the ground, "I know we were planning on evolving our partners together but you're going to have to do it without me."

"Nonsense. I know how much you were looking forward to getting a Vaporeon. We can look around again together after breakfast and, if worse comes to worst, you can use the fire stone yourself. You know I don't mind." Enid moved to stand next to Lev, making sure he wasn't in harms way before hugging him to try and give some comfort.

"Are you sure?" Lev turned in his lovers arm to wrap his arms around Enid's waist and bury his face in his shoulder.

"Of course."

Two hours of searching later and neither found the stone, even with the help of their partner Pokémon. Helping the distressed Lev down from a panic attack, Enid pulled him over to their bags and gently pulled the fire stone from his own, holding it out to Lev with a small smile on his face.

"We can still watch your Eevee evolve, if you want."

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

Lev took the stone with a grateful smile and laid in in front of his Eevee, who was all too happy to lay a paw on the stone and evolve into Flareon.

[RosslynRouge]

username: RosslynRouge
link to partner's form: x
writing:

Aristaeus glanced around the marketplace as the crowd shifted about the stalls. The pleasant chatter of those nearby was barely audible to him as he sat in the square, though; he was here to focus, to refine his gift.

As he turned one way, he watched an old man passing his scarf to a shivering child, and Aristaeus saw the man's soul glow a brilliant gold. This was the light he loved to see; that of good intent.
Most of the strangers were not lacking in this light; in fact, each kalon tended to radiate a faint warmth from their very soul, the gentle light growing brighter when they acted with a pure heart.

Aristaeus had also seen this light extinguished before: darkened by cruel intentions. Further down the street, he could see one such soul; he watched as the pickpocket reached into a bag, before slinking back into obscurity.

As Aristaeus rose from his place, however, something unusual caught his eye; a silver aura, dancing amongst the gold. He leapt up to seek out the delicate glow within the crowd, freezing as he found its source: a blue kalon, whose soul glimmered like moonlight. She paused at a stall, picking up a package, before leaving.
What remained, however, was her bag, still on the counter. Aristaeus snatched it and ran, eager to track down the mysterious kalon.

It didn't take long to find her, standing by the jewellery stall.

"Excuse me, miss, you left this behind."

She looked taken aback for a moment, before seeing the bag, "Oh, thank you. You've saved me a lot of trouble."

He nodded, turning to leave. That certainly hadn't gone as he'd hoped.

A sudden call stopped him.

"Wait!"

The kalon reached into her bag, holding something out to him. Her face was unreadable, yet her eyes appeared to glint.

"Take this, as a thank you for returning my bag. Perhaps it will encourage you to help others rather than simply seeing them, as you did for me."

With that, she passed him the object, and disappeared into the crowd. Aristaeus looked down at his paw, curious; within it lay a locket, glowing silver.

Freeing the clasp that sealed it, he squeezed his eyes shut as the light within it spiraled around him, engulfing him. It felt soothing, somehow, and a sense of calm overcame him. Soon enough, the light had faded.

Opening his eyes again, Aristaeus saw no changes before him. The souls were as gold as ever, and the silver kalon was gone. He sighed, hanging the locket around his neck as he walked.
He didn't notice the lightless kalon approaching him until they collided. Within a moment, he saw some of the locket's silver glow flowing from him, replacing the kalon's emptiness with pure, glistening silver. Where there had once been cruelty, there was now the serenity of the moon's light.

He understood, now, as he stared.

Not every kalon had to shine in gold; some could start with silver.

{500/500 words}

[Zephara]

username: Diamond pet
link to partner's form: Knickknacks
art:

[creativity-flows]

▀xxxxxusername: creativity-flows
▀xxxxxkalon name: Tuscan
▀xxxxxgender: non-binary
▀xxxxxlink to partner's form: ♥
▀xxxxxwriting [500 word limit]:

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wwwKiri laid on the soft, vibrant green grass below them, as the soft chatters of other kalons in the park surrounded them. They snacked on one of the candy canes that they had delicately stored in their glittering sapphire bag; they adored the cheer of the holiday season, and most always had some on them. This park, though simply seeming a small plain of grass with some trees, was somewhere Kiri visited often, for the warm atmosphere was always comforting for them; especially during times where they were especially anxious, which was luckily not now.

wwwTuscan worriedly padded along the pathways lining the park. A breeze swept by, as warm sunlight beamed down on their soft, plush-like beige fur. They'd been unusually troubled recently, for reasons that they couldn't exactly pin down. Because of this, they decided to take a stroll in the park, for they did not visit it often, with hopes to take their mind off things and really just relax. As they continued on, however, what they did not expect to see was their roommate, Kiri, lying ahead of them.
www"Oh, hello Tuscan! Funny to see you here," Kiri spoke, smiling sweetly. Kiri was shy and caring, while Tuscan was outgoing and kind; and they'd been close friends ever since they'd met.
www"Hi." They replied, attempting to seem nonchalant, (though the underlining anxious-ness was quite obvious,) as they walked over to Kiri, sitting beside them.
wwwDue to Tuscan's being oddly quiet and seemingly distracted, Kiri looked over to them, soon realizing that something was amiss.
www"Hey, is everything, alright?" They inquired, obviously worried for Tuscan.
www"Yeah, it's just... I don't know, I've just been so overwhelmed recently." They replied with a sorrowful tone, looking down at their paws.
www"Oh.." Kiri spoke, immediately sympathizing with Tuscan, for they've felt that way many times before as well. Their face soon brightened when they gained an idea to remedy the situation, however.
wwwSo, Kiri contently reached for their bag, fidgeting with the clip for a bit of time, before managing to open it. They rummaged through, while Tuscan looked curiously on, until they finally found what they had been looking for.
wwwWith a smile, Kiri gently reached for the object inside their bag. They pulled out a small, light blue, starred narwhal plush. They held it in their paws, smiling at it warmly, as it was quite close to them; the plush had provided them comfort through the plethora of difficult situations they had faced.
www"Here," Kiri said, nudging the plush softly towards Tuscan.
www"It's helped me through a lot, so I thought it could help you. You can't keep it, but I think it'll help." They said, turning to Tuscan with a smile.
www"Wow," Tuscan spoke,
www"They're adorable," they said with a chuckle, smiling as they held the plush in their paws.
www"Thank you," they said, turning to Kiri with a genuine smile.
wwwKiri smiled back. The smiles were warm and comforting; smiles that showed that it'd be ok.

[500/500 words]
good luck everyone! ♥♥

pixel credits: x x x

[Trphlthdl]

username: Trphlthdl
link to partner's form: Credit
writing [500 word limit]:

The sun was shining brightly today, illuminating Aarons brown fur in a way that almost made him look gold from the right perspective. He was heading down to the corner store today for a few apples, but enjoying the brisk air that filled this morning. A noise to his right alerted him that someone was exiting their apartment, and as he looked over he saw them grab a small key that had dropped to the ground. As they turned it over an enamel clover was revealed.

Aaron gasped, he hadn't seen that key in years. Not since... well, not since his sophomore year of high school seven years ago. Consequently, it had been roughly the same amount of time since he'd been able to land more than a single date with the same kalon. He had to get his key back, he had to.

Aaron stepped off to the side, pretending to check something on his phone as he watched the other kalon slip the key into their bag and then lock their apartment with a different set of keys. They turned away from the corner store, and began walking down the street. Aaron followed, walking at a big city businessman pace with the facial expression to match. He got close, bumped into them, and slipped his hand into the pocket feeling around for the key. He felt something metal and jagged, and grabbed it just as the bag was yanked away from him.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

He held up the key with a triumphant grin, and... something was wrong. One key shouldn't make a tinkling noise. He looking at the keys he held up in his paw and neither of them had an enamel clover.

"Those are my apartment keys. You can't have them." A voice crack in the last word betrayed their nervousness, and Aaron noticed the tightness of their grip on their backpack.

"I was just... you've got... in your backpack you've got a key with a little clover painted on. I lost it, my sophomore year, and I was just trying to get it back. It's, a sort of good luck charm, or it was. I used to rub the clover when I was about to ask someone out."

They reached into their pack and pulled out the shamrock key, holding it up for Aaron to see.

"Yes, that one." Aaron said, handing back their apartment keys. The other kalon took them, and then hesitated for a moment.

"I've got a lot of good luck charms, if you'd like yours back."

"Thank you." said Aaron as he grabbed it, and began to turn away. He paused, and gave the clover a little rub before turning back. "You wouldn't happen to be interested in going on a date with me, would you?"