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.
My first kalon adopt as an artist <33
To win him/her just pick a good name and add 1 extra <3
Extra can be anything, writing, art, a poem, etc.. But no more than 500 words or 1 art piece.
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Username:
Kaarin
Name:
First; Jakoya (jah-koy-ah)
Last; Calamity (kah-la-mah-tee)
Gender:
Male"I don't know what I had expected... it just wasn't this. She vanished without a word after saving me from... him. He was vicious, abusive, and no good for me. And she put it upon herself to save me. A stranger.", Jakoya looked to a poster on the stone wall. The vigilante of the kingdom had saved him from an abusive ex. And she seemed to be keeping an eye on him, all he knew was that he was alive, and so was she. Her pale eyes under the mask, her golden hair bound in tight braids as she battled. Jakoya twiddled his padded fingers, tapping them on the interrogation table. Because he had been a witness to the crime, he had been dragged in. He honestly didn't know anything, and he didn't want the vigilante to be taken into custody. She was regal, and just. He sniffled at the thought of having to live without his significant other but steeled himself as the questions went on.
By the time the interrogation was over I was sobbing, I had thrown a tantrum in retaliation, and I was thrown from the building. Sent home with a shock blanket and a box of chocolate glazed donuts. I have ADHD and I can't have any more sugar than I already have today. Jakoya sighed heavily and regretfully pulled himself into bed, alone. He covered his eyes with the comforter and sheet before closing his eyes tight and clinging to the pillow under him. This was going to be a wild ride.
The next morning, well... it was barely one AM. But the vigilante didn't seem to know the norms of the civilians she protected. There was a sharp rapping on the window panes to his left. Jakoya jerked out of sleep violently, fear clutching his sensitive heart. "Hello?!", he quickly rolled out of bed and lifted the blinds, to reveal his savior and torturer. Jak opened the window and let her inside," Wha-",
"I need to speak with you Jakoya. I apologize for the mishap with Wesley. But he would have broken you. I can't let you be broken of spirit. You're too vital to this kingdom's safety and survival.", the masked woman crawled into the second story window as she spoke. The darker, less clothed kalon stepped aside, letting the braided warrior into his humble abode. "What do you mean? How am I vital, I don't really care that you killed Wesley. I wish he wasn't dead, but he probably would've been sentenced the same in a court case."
"You're being watched by the royal family, you're a candidate for the throne. You, Jakoya are in grave danger, and must survive."
"Well that just breeds further questions, how am I royal blood, how do you know? Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am now, I will be keeping my eye on you, and you need to stay low as possible. Do you understand my prince?"
"Yes... I guess I do."
Fin~.
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