[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

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 hometown is the birthplace of Jonny Appleseed, so we're known for our orchards!
Fall always means apple picking for me!

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Standard: hair edits, custom shine // Common: custom tail, extra fluff // Uncommon: custom ears, shorter tongue

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This comp is going to be a limited impress me!

Rules:
You have 700 words and 3 art pieces!
No animations.
Comics are allowed, but each panel counts as an art piece, and any words go towards your word count!
You must include something relating to apples, but what that is, is up to you!

If you have any questions, feel free to PM me!
You can pretty up your form, but no extras.

Ends December 10th, @11:59 PM, EST!

[ᴅ ᴇ s ᴛ ɪ ᴇ ʟ]

so cute! mark!

[Lady_Novianti]

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• name ;; Avon Mirani
• gender ;; Male
• sexuality ;; Bi
• job ;; Pet Fur Artist
• pets ;; His Blue and Gold Macaw named Pacine
• personality ;; WIP

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•history ;;
When Avon was just a young kit, he wandered away from his home unknowingly when his parents brought him out to help them harvest the apple crop they tended to. He was off chasing a butterfly, like any fantasy story, but he ended up chasing the butterfly off WIP
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[kittykore]

HOLY MOTHER OF RES

[zakuro.]

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personality:
emmanuel is as sweet as a lollipop. he takes everyone's feelings into account and love
s his friends unconditionally. he keeps his buds very close and generally distances himself from those who give off a sketchy or
strange vibe. he loves to pick and eat apples, and can name you any kind just by looking at it. wheather it's the color of the ski
n or even the smell, emm will always be able to tell you the kind of the apple you're wondering about. he is very humble, and h
as the slightest hint of a southern accent on his voice. apple has a huge heart, and would do nearly anything for the ones he lov
es dearly.

pooktre
"well, most call it tree shaping. i love the beauty and calmness it provides and the magnificent art
pieces it can create. pooktre can be almost therepeutic, and it has definitely helped me through
some hard times. my lovely hatchet, hand created for me by my grandfather, allows me to shape a
nd bend and trim spruce and oak any which way i please. and people get as much joy out of the p
hotographs of the art as i do making it! that's truely the greatest part of my work. i take and fram
e pictures of the creations and people buy them for quite a bit of money! people have even offered
to purchase the trees i've cut. it's really magnificent to see the smiles on the faces of those who se
e my art."

journaling apples
"i journal entries about the apples i study in hopes of creating a hand guide for apple farmers and o
rchard keepers. i also want to fill a journal and give it to my grandfather, who owns an orchard and
sells his produce. i also journal for my own enjoyment, as it really fascinates me and keeps my whe
els turning. Teva and i often pick apples together, and she helps me classify and journal the apples a
s well. wow, i just noticed. I really DO love apples!!"

Teva♥
"Teva is the light of my life. she makes me happy and feel special. like one of a kind. i don't know w
hat i'd do without her. she helps me, loves me, and takes good care of me. and i do all the same in r
eturn! she is beautiful, kind, smart, and sweet, and truly a comedian. she can be a bit bossy at time
s, but i still love her unconditionally and wouldn't trade her for the world! now, since she is only 17,
we've decided to hold off her moving in until she turns 18, when she's a legal adult. i can't wait to s
pend my life with her!
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[gooey.]

res !!

nicknamed "granny smith" because of his tendancey to worry about everything

[bite sized kuiper]

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ｉｎｎｅｒ ｃｈｉｌｄ！
very hyper-active, the
apple kalon is a child at
heart who spends most
of his free time enjoying
the childhood wonders
he never got to fully
experience. his favorite
activity is playing with
apples, such as carving
and molding them into
shapes for friends and
little kids around town!

name;;
perrine
"pookie"
ruben
gender;;
male

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zealous- nitpicky - sensitive - chatty
superstitious - lovable - lighthearted
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ｉｎ ｓｈｏｒｔ．．．
perrine can seem very
childish and he loves to
indulge in acting like a
little kid once more~

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ｗｈｏ＇ｓ ｐｅｒｒｉｎｅ？
a hyperactive 27 year old, perrine (often referred to as pookie by the children) spends his free
time babysitting when hes not pursuing his quest of job-hunting. he doesnt stick to one job for
a lifetime: pookie is a free spirit, and his paws follows the wind, wherever it takes him. being
a kalon who puts himself out there, he is quite well known around the small neighborhood of
his! and can be seen at the playground, or just out and about, helping anyone he can. usually
when he does have free time, neither watching kids or goofing off, perrine can be found in
his family's ancient apple orchard, fiddling with the small blossoms sprouting from each tree
every new season. one of pookie's favorite hobbies is the small town's yearly tradition, in which
the apple-like kalon takes great pride in!: interestingly shaped apples !! each year perrine likes
to incase the small blossoms in a small, hand-crafted mold in which, overtime as the fruits grow
theyll eventually grow into the shape he wishes. its a small, and childish tradition he grew to
cherish over time as the children seemed to love his apples! another thing is his apple carving
skills, in which his favorite carving is small apple bunnies~ overall, pookie just loves to share his
love of apples and art with the world, even if its just small children, or the whole neighborhood!

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ａ ｋｉｄ ａｔ ｈｅａｒｔ
as a child, perrine wasnt allowed a full childhood experience, so in the end, as a 27 year old,
he indulges in whatever activity he can that allows him to kick back and relax once more !
his favorite activity is binge-watching the good ole' disney movies on a nice winter day~ he
also adores children to bits, although he isnt so sure if he will have little ones in the future,
perrine is a sucker for kids, and often babysits and just spends his entire day playing around~

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ａｐｐｌｅｓ？

apples are a daily thing in pookie's life. he
thoroughly enjoys munching on the delicious
fruit and can be often seen with one in his bag
or just fiddling with a red, ripe apple. one thing

the red kalon indulges in is apple carving! its a fun little hobby he picked up as a child who had a creative mind, millions of
apples and a trusty little carving knife. as perrine grew, so did his artistic imagination which ranges from simple hearts to
small bunnies and cat faces if he had previously practiced the night prior to try to impress the little kiddos. perrine has a
soft spot for the little saplings in his orchard, so hes often seen, more often than he'd like to admit, dragging a small, potted
apple blossom in a pot around to replant in a more freed space so the tree can grow. aside from that, the kalon is known to
create small, handmade molds for his apples on special occasion. a tradition is on every valentines, perrine would offer his
special heart shaped apples to people, and for easter; egg shaped apples! on perrine's farm, there are many possibilities out
there! all in all, this dork's just here to make anything apple related, including apple art and apple treats!

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"ｐｏｏｋｉｅ！！"
ironically, his nickname was given to him by the children of his town. meant for a dog at first, perrine took the name
with grace, when in reality it was just a joke! over the years, it stuck and perrine makes sure to always introduce him-
self as pookie ruben whenever meeting someone. their priceless reactions are the best part of everything.

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november 18, 1987

it was a rather melancholy day, a day waiting for something tragic to happen. the weather was bleak and blistering, sno-
wflakes delicately scattering themselves admist the green pines; it was the first snowfall of the year.

in an apple orchard sat two kalons, one bearing a red coat and the other sprawled next to it, which had an apparel
consisted of a blue scarf complete with some wool mittens. the two seemed content, as one had their head places over
the other's shoulder.

"today's an amazing day for apple-picking, mel," one remarked.

mel pricked her ears, surprised by what her companion had said. as she'd recalled, haven had always turned down
her requests of apple-picking each year.

"i thought you didn't like apple-picking," mel responded.

"well, i suppose i've changed my state of mind, now can we go?" haven stood up, snatching the empty basket from
it's original spot beside mel.

the two trotted out deeper into the orchard, where all of the ripe apples hung loosely off the branches they had
grown onto. the apples wouldn't live long with this harsh weather, so it would be a good idea for the two to gather the few
that grew before they did.

they spent an hour picking apples and placing them in the basket. the two chatted back and forth about just every-
thing they could think of; the upcoming christmas holiday, what they both wanted for christmas, thanksgiving, and how
cold it was.

"hey, haven, i'm getting tired of picking. i can bring these home if you want. i'll bring our iceskates back so we can
skate. d'ya wanna stay here and wait? i won't be gone long," mel queried with a small tilt of her head.

"that's okay. i'll wait here," haven responded with a small smile.

the two parted their ways, leaving mel walking the lonesome cobblestone streets alone; it had stopped snowing by
now, so it was a bit easier to see her surroundings. a view of the small cottage she called home became more distinct, r-
ecognising the familiar house immediately. her pace quickened, the thought of wanting to get back quickly running thro-
ugh her mind. mel was rather eager to go ice-skating with haven. she turned the door handle, stepping in. sat at the couch
was her mother, to which she offered a greeting to. mel sat the basket of apples on the kitchen table, racing upstairs to
grab the two pairs of ice-skates she knew sat untouched in the storage unit. she quickly retrieved the skates, stuffing them
in her apple-patterned duffle bag that was slung over her shoulder. mel raced out of the front door once again, starting off
back to the forest. she received a questioning smile from her mother, to which she just responded to with a meek smile.

once she reached the area where haven was meant to have been waiting, she noticed she wasn't there. at first, this didn't
come as a misgiving to mel as haven was known to wander off at times. she walked the length of the whole orchard, calling
haven's name repeatedly. by this point, she had grown worried. mel was nearly sure haven wouldn't have left the forest
completely.

she spent the evening looking for her companion, her heart slowly crumbling as every second without haven passed. she
asked everyone she knew whether they'd seen her, receiving a pitiful "no" each time. it was hopeless. she'd checked ever-
ywhere, haven's house, her house, everywhere she could think of.

she just wasn't there and mel was particularly unsure if she would ever be back.

mel fell into a state of depression as the weeks past without haven found. by this time, the entire town was involved.
nobody had even an idea to where she'd disappeared to.

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november 18, 2005

mel was solemnly sauntering down the blank streets, the blank streets that used to have been thriving with colour and
people. she passed the orchard. her ears flattened against her head as she strolled past it and all of the bad memories
it held. she steered back around, away from it. mel had promised years back to never go back there, and she never
did.

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[Karmel]

Res <3

[Mima]

★ her name is [apple girlington] and she's the personification of, uh... [an apple.]