[siennacereal]

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 pastel rag doll inspired kal! to win this lovely little guy you just have to write a short story about them!

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no extras and please keep the story under 1000 words!! ends the 3rd of July.

[Kenn]

mark with this story

She was created by an old kalon out of scraps of cloth, thread and cotton.

[kittykore]

dropping out

[canary.]

Username: Doctor. Hurri
Name: Nina
Gender: gender-less, but uses she/her pronouns
Short Story: Eager, a small child looks up at their grandfather. "Is it done yet?" The child asked. The elder gave a chuckle and raised his eyebrows. "Only two more days to go," the senior said in response. The child made a frown, but watched the old man sew the toy together. The needle went up and through, the pattern repeated. he then opened a drawer, buttons of all shapes and sizes, patterns and colors no one would expect. He picked two colors, pastel pink and pastel purple. He sewed them on, he still had to finish sewing one leg, one tail and an ear. He would save it for the next day, and on the second day he would give it to the child. There was only one problem... The moment he was finished, an unexpected heart attack came.


Nina blinked. How was she able to blink with button eyes? She turned around, nothing in sight. How long had she been there? The old warehouse was completely empty, other than herself being in the room. He tried to walk, she stumbled, one of her legs weren't there, and her tail wasn't there to keep her balance. She couldn't hear a sound, all she could do was see. She opened her mouth, but how? Her smile had been stitched on ever since she was first created. She opened her mouth and held onto the edge of the table she was on, using her strength to drag her body. she forcefully opened a drawer, and grabbed some cloth. She moved over a little bit, and waited. She lay there, for many years, waiting to be sewed together. Finally, someone opened the door of the warehouse. She looked at the person, it looked familiar... It was the child that waited for her for so long. The woman smiled, and began sewing the toy back together.

Not long after, even though she was a grown woman, she brought the toy everywhere she went. The toy was her only rememberance of her grandfather whom she loved so much. Nina lasted for many years, being that toy everyone wanted. Little did anyone know that she was real when no one was watching, and after her owner died, she stayed living, and decided to show her true self and be alive for the next years and continuing.

[casiopea]

→ Username: broseph | Name: Maurin "Rags" Mitchell |Gender: demiboy ←

Everyone says I look like a ragdoll. It's true.

I look liked I'm all stitched up, which I am. You wanna know how I got stitched up like this?

I was known as one of the "broken" and "incomplete" kalons. Unfortunately I was still a work in progress and I got thrown out into the real world somehow. I'm not sure what exactly happen, but it felt like I was falling, and I suddenly wake in what seems to be the middle of nowhere.

So much grass, so much mist. Dirt covered my face. Or whatever was supposed to be my face.

I had no ears, I was deaf. I was missing one paw, I couldn't walk properly. I was missing a tail, I couldn't balance myself very well.

But the most important part was I was missing a heart. I couldn't feel. I had no emotions. I didn't feel happy, or sad, or angry that I had ended up in a place like this. I felt like a machine, robotic and emotionless.

Only one thought popped over and over into my head: I need to find the rest of my pieces.

So limping and staggering, my hair long and shaggy, I made my way to what I assumed to be civilization.

All I found? A dark forest full of mushrooms and prickly bramble bushes.

But let's cut to the chase here, how I found my missing parts.

★★★

the ears
I couldn't hear at all. Did I mention that already?
It wasn't really hard finding my ears, just needed the right concentration and patience.
The rain against my fur, the repeating pattern, a vague thought appeared in my head. Music.
Very slowly I could begin to hear the raindrops thrumming on the mushy dirt. I reached up on my head and started poking around. Where were my ears?
My paw moved to the side of my head and I felt two furry objects poke out of my head.
My ears! I could finally hear.

★★★

the paw
For this part, it took some hunting and pouncing!
I was poking around the forest one day for something to eat. A mouse!
I carefully slunk down to the floor, keeping whatever was my bottom down so my prey wouldn't see me.
I edged closer and closer, and without noticing my missing paw had been stitched on slowly as I crawled.
I pounced, landing square on my prey, and I bit down delivering the last blow. Quite a hunt!
As I bent down to eat the mouse, I noticed I had two paws instead of my one paw.
Where did this come from?
I decided to shrug it off and walk back to my den, a hollow under a weeping willow tree. A marshy area, but it was good feeling the wet dirt under my paws.

★★★

One day, I decided to leave my marshy home in search for a new place.

I travelled south into a small town where I met a kind lady by the name of Miss Ellie.

She told me her name, I told her mine: Maurin Mitchell.

She gave me a place to stay and some clothes, which I kindly thanked her for. She also fixed my hair up so it wouldn't be hanging all over my shoulders. It's a nice hairstyle, and I thanked her for that too.

She noticed that I was stitched up and told me the story of who I was.

Us kalons were "broken". Many found most of their body parts, but only a few ever found their hearts.

I felt a tugging in my chest. Another burst of small emotion that faded in a couple of seconds.

I needed to find my heart.

So after Miss Ellie taught me things about the "real world", I set off in search of my heart.

★★★

the tail
It all came so suddenly, I didn't even notice it.
I was balancing on a wall, and I was nearly about to fall.
The foolish me decided that walking on a wall would be something "fun", as if I knew what "fun" was.
It just sounded interesting, so I climbed up on the wall and started doing my balancing act.
Anyway, I was close to falling. I caught myself a couple times, and when I reached the end of the wall, I nimbly jumped off.
I felt my tail wave proudly.
My tail?
I looked behind and sure enough, there it was.
Stitched right onto my bottom.

★★★

After travelling through a bunch of towns for a while, I came across the city landscape.

A land of blaring lights and honking horns.

My eyes and ears numb from the light and sound.

It was a winding maze of concrete, and a whole bunch of walking.

That's when I saw them.

The strange kalon with bright colored hair.

I was intrigued by this kalon's way of dressing and their looks.

So being the curious kalon I was, I followed them.

★★★

the heart
It was a little late now, and the kalon was getting farther from the main streets.
They looked up, as if waiting for something.
They stopped, and so did I.
Suddenly, something whooshed into the air above us and exploded in a dazzling view of lights.
I gasped, a tugging sensation in my chest.
More of those explosions began to appear above, and this time I really did feel myself grin.
A burst of emotion ran through my body. Pure awe!
I looked down at my chest. A heart was sewn on where my heart was supposed to be!
I smiled brightly.
I finally had a heart.

★★★

I can feel emotions. I can hear, I can walk, I can balance well.

These stitched on parts remind me of who I am, of who I was, of what I went through to get all of this.

And my heart.

I treasure my heart with all my...well, my heart.

[995/1000 words]

[danibo]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Short Story:

RES

[astral.]

Username:
Name: "Frankie"
Gender:
Short Story:

res with story about a little girl's plushie kalon that comes to life

[doglover947]

Username: doglover947
Name: Holly O'brian
Gender: female
Short Story:
Holly O'Brian sat there on the table, "No sudden moves." She said to herself.
Her owner Olivia Peters was right there eating, so that meant that she had to stay perfectly still.
She watches Holly with careful eyes.

[Sheer]

Oh gosh love. ;o;<3

[Evils]

Username: Evils
Name: Bebee
Gender: Female
Short Story:

Res!