[yen.]

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

Their shining tails are used for identification and showing off,
which is helpful when spotting another Kalon from afar. This
association with other Kalons is why they are head-over-heels
for any shiny or colorful item that they come across!

common hair edit - common back mane - custom tail - longer fur - custom tail shine - heterochromatic eyes (the top of each eye is blue)

Hello! I'm Star, and here's my first adopt as a GA! It's based slightly off of the ocean and the night. The sparkles are accessories and can't be passed.

To win this kalon, Tell me what they do during the nighttime! You have one piece of art or 600 words max to do so. You also have one optional extra of one art piece or a limit of 300 words. Prettying up is allowed but won't increase your chances of winning.

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Ends March 11, 10:00 PM EST

[foxxbreath]

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yoo actual dream here,,,,res

[allium]

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//_Asher_//

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Eliza

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Female

What do they do at night?
Eliza is a painter, she takes commissions of course, but there is nothing she loves to paint more than the stars. She spends her nights wandering though parks and across hillsides, sketching, watching, waiting to find the perfect midnight sky. It is her dream to paint the ultimate starry sky, not for fame or recognition, but for her own peace of mind.

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[Vanillasaur]

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reserving perhaps? what a beauty :0

[mousekewitz]

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docυмenт one, wrιттen вy lord ren

agenт #3971 ιѕ a мeмвer oғ тнe ғeмale ѕeх, нer legal naмe ιѕ claѕѕιғιed. нer υndercover
alιaѕ ιѕ a ѕaleѕwoмan вy тнe naмe oғ jezeвel wrιgнт , a lovιng мoтнer oғ тнree cнιldren.
тнaт reѕιde ιn тнe υѕa wιтн ғaмιly...................................................................

agenт #3971 ιѕ oυтѕтandιng ιn нer ғιeld and reporтѕ тend тo вe poѕιтιve. ѕнe нaѕ gone on
a varιeтy oғ мιѕѕιonѕ ιn тнe ғιeld wιтнoυт conѕeqυence. ѕнe нaѕ reѕιded wιтн тнe agency
ғor тнιrтeen yearѕ aѕ oғ laѕт aυтυмn and weιgнѕ ιn aт approхιмaтely 185 lвѕ тнoυgн тнιѕ
ғlυcтυaтeѕ, pυттιng нer ιn тнe 180-190 range тнroυgнoυт тнe year. нer нeιgнт ιѕ aroυnd
5'9". тнe ғollowιng docυмenтѕ are noтeѕ on нer alιaѕ, jezeвel.................................

jezeвel " jeѕѕe " wrιgнт ιѕ a тιмιd woмan wιтн a ѕoғт нearт. ѕнe тypιcally dreѕѕeѕ ιn plaιn
oυтғιтѕ ѕυcн aѕ darĸ jeanѕ and a preттy ѕнιrт. ιғ тнere ιѕ a ғorмal evenт ѕнe wearѕ a nιce
ғloral paттerned dreѕѕ and ғlaтѕ. jewelry ιѕ тoo eye- caтcнιng ѕo ѕнe cнooѕeѕ тwo ѕιмple
ѕтυd earrιngѕ. ѕнe can мaĸe ғrιendѕ wιтн anyone ѕнe мeeтѕ. тнere ιѕ no lιмιт тo нer ĸιnd
naтυre. ѕнe can вe very eaѕιly ғorgoттen and reмeмвered aѕ ѕιмply anoтнer perѕon. ѕнe'ѕ
noт parтιcυlarly мeмoraвle ιn any way..............................................................


docυмenт тwo, wrιттen вy lord ren

тнe ғollowιng docυмenт ιѕ a тranѕcrιpт oғ one oғ agenт #3971'ѕ aυdιo reporтѕ.

тнιѕ recordιng coммenced aт 17:00 нoυrѕ ιn мy london нoтel rooм. ι нave locaтed тнe....
ѕυѕpecт aғтer тнree dayѕ oғ ιnveѕтιgaтιon. мιѕѕ мarтнa вeaυ нaѕ an aparтмenт aвoυт.....
ғoυr вlocĸѕ down тнaт ιѕ placed over a coғғee ѕнop. тнere doeѕ noт ѕeeм тo вe any.......
acтιvιтy ѕυrroυndιng нer yeт вυт ι wιll reмaιn vιgιlanт. ι нave, нowever, noтιced a.........
nυмвer oғ apparenт вody gυardѕ тнaт ĸeep waтcн oғ нer. ι wιll condυcт ғυrтнer...........
ιnveѕтιgaтιon. υnтιl тнen тнιѕ ιѕ agenт #3971 ѕιgnιng oғғ........................................


docυмenт тнree, wrιттen вy lord ren

wнaт doeѕ agenт #3971 do aт nιgнт?

тнe lιғe oғ a ѕpy ιѕ draмaтιcally over glorιғιed and нaѕ, ιn ѕoмe aѕpecтѕ, coмe тo вe...
ѕoмewнaт oғ a leт down. тravellιng тнe gloвe deғιnιтely нaѕ ιтѕ perĸѕ aѕ agenтѕ can..
ιммerѕe тнeмѕelveѕ ιn cυlтυreѕ and тry dιғғerenт ғood all wнιle worĸιng on тнeιr......
aѕѕιgnмenт. нowever тнιѕ lιғeѕтyle alѕo мaĸeѕ ιт ιмpoѕѕιвle тo ғorм any laѕтιng тιeѕ...
wιтн people oυтѕιde oғ тнe worĸ place. ғraтernιzaтιon wιтнιn agencιeѕ ιѕ ғrowned....
υpon; ιт тaĸeѕ a ѕιngle мιѕтaĸe ғor an agenт тo вe loѕт тo тнe coмpany and тнeιr......
loved oneѕ. people oυтѕιde oғ ĸoѕι [ĸalon organιzaтιon oғ ѕυrveιllance ιnтellιgence]...
ιѕ alѕo тaвoo. тнe ĸnowledge oғ any мιѕѕιon deтaιlѕ мay coмproмιѕe an agenт, тнe....
нeadqυarтerѕ, and coυnтleѕѕ lιveѕ. agenт #3971 тaĸeѕ anoтнer drag oғ нer cιgareттe.
yeѕ, тнιѕ ιѕ a rewardιng вυт lonely lιғe тo lead................................................

тнere'ѕ a вυѕтle oғ people ғυrтнer down тнe вar. нer eyeѕ ғlιcĸer over тнe drυnĸen....
parтy-goerѕ wιтн мιld dιѕdaιn. ιғ yoυ're goιng тo вe ѕo oвnoхιoυѕ ιт ιѕ вeттer тo........
ιnтoхιcaтe yoυrѕelғ wιтнιn yoυr own нoмe and noт a cιтy вar. тнoυgн, ѕнe мυѕeѕ,.....
тнe cιтy ιѕ noт eхacтly ғιlled wιтн тнe вeѕт ѕorт oғ ĸalonѕ. wнen ѕнe raιѕeѕ нer нand..
тнe вarтender replιeѕ wιтн a nod and a qυιcĸly мιхed drιnĸ. aғтer a wнιle тнey loѕe...
тнeιr cнarм, тυrnιng ιnтo a nυιѕance. тнe agenт тoѕѕeѕ ιт lazιly ιnтo a cυp ғιlled wιтн.
a ғew oтнer oғ тнe ѕaмe color and deѕιgn.....................................................

мany oғ нer nιgнтѕ вegιn тнιѕ way. ѕнe redreѕѕeѕ ιn ѕoмeтнιng plaιn, ѕoмeтнιng мore.....
coмғorтaвle, ѕoмeтнιng ιnconѕpιcυoυѕ. нer ғιngerѕ wιll lιnger aвoυт нer тнroaт alмoѕт..
longιngly. ιт'ѕ aѕ ιғ ѕoмeтнιng вelongѕ тнere-- ѕoмeтнιng нeavy and ғlaѕнy and aттenтιon
graввιng. нer нandѕ мove тo нer нaιr тнaт ѕнoυld вe long and ғlowιng and dyed вrιgнт...
colorѕ. ғιnally ѕнe тυgѕ υpon нer cloтнeѕ, тнe garмenтѕ тнaт ѕнe wιѕнeѕ were мore.......
vιвranт and revealιng. dozenѕ oғ ғrownѕ нave cυrled on нer ғaιr lιpѕ aт тнeѕe мυѕιngѕ....

wнιlѕт nυrѕιng нer вeverage ѕнe тυrnѕ вacĸ тo тнe crowd, waтcнιng тнe paтronѕ dance..
ғreely. a ғew oғ тнeм ѕpιn aroυnd wιтн laυgнтer вυввlιng ғroм тнeιr cнeѕт. envy graвѕ..
нer нearт ιn a crυel wrencн. oн нow ιт'd вe тo ғeel ѕo careleѕѕ. тнere woυldn'т вe a.....
ѕιngle worry ιғ ѕнe weren'т тrapped ιn тнιѕ dead-end occυpaтιon. ѕнe'd gιve anyтнιng тo
вe нerѕelғ. тнere'ѕ noтнιng ѕнe woυldn'т do тo вe тнe вrιgнт, нappy gιrl ѕнe waѕ ιn нer..
yoυтн....................................................................................................

clover....................................................................................................

тнaт waѕ нer naмe: clover ғaιrcнιld. ιт'ѕ a naмe тнaт нaѕn'т paѕѕed нer lιpѕ ιn nearly a..
decade. once ĸoѕι нad нer on ғιle тнere waѕ no need тo go вy anyтнιng вυт нer alιaѕ....
anyмore. ѕнe wιll dιe aѕ jezeвel wrιgнт jυѕт aѕ every ѕpy вeғore нer нaѕ dιed вeнιnd a..
мaѕĸ. тнιѕ ιѕ тнe вed ѕнe мade ғor нerѕelғ, тнere'ѕ no cнoιce вυт тo lay ιn ιт..............

тнeѕe тнoυgнтѕ ѕwarм тнroυgн нer мιnd, conтaмιnaтιng ιт. тнere'ѕ a ѕwellιng oғ тearѕ..
ιn нer eyeѕ вυт ѕнe вlιnĸѕ тнeм вacĸ ѕтυввornly. тнe ĸalon тaĸeѕ a нeavy ѕwιg oғ нer...
drιnĸ. тнere'ѕ no need тo geт overwнelмed нere. тнe eмpтy glaѕѕ ιѕ placed down wιтн..
a coυple oғ вιllѕ тo cover тнe coѕт and a generoυѕ тιp. ѕнe ѕнrυgѕ a jacĸeт вacĸ onтo...
нer ѕнoυlderѕ вeғore вravιng тнe crowd, мovιng тowardѕ тнe eхιт............................

тнere wιll alwayѕ вe nιgнтѕ lιĸe тнιѕ, тнe coмғorтѕ oғ ғreedoм нave long ѕιnce вeen....
loѕт and нιdden вy lonelιneѕѕ and ιѕolaтιon. ѕweeт evenιngѕ oғ careғree parтy goιng....
ιѕn'т ѕoмeтнιng ѕнe нaѕ тнe prιvιlege oғ parтaĸιng ιn. no, ѕнe ιnѕтead ғιndѕ нerѕelғ......
ғιlled wιтн вιттer jealoυѕy and тнe ιnѕaтιaвle wanт ғor a norмal lιғe........................

Notes:
+ Document One (extra) --> 201 WORDS
+ Document Two (extra) --> 099 WORDS
+ Document Two has a non-canon kalon
+ Both documents equal the extra limits
+ Document Three (question) --> 595 :")
+ Good luck to all entrants, great forms!

[trans]

username: trans
name: ouja
gender: female (she/her)


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what do they do at night?: by day, ouja is the obvious weird kid in the family. she likes everything magic, has a strong fondness of black cats like no other, and carries a heavy secret: when she sleeps, she wakes up as someone else.

the first time it happened, she hadn't even noticed. she'd woken up with strange clarity of memories that didnt fit in with her life, but she passed it off as a dream that was just really memorable. however, as the days grew into weeks, and the weeks grew into months, and the dream kept happening over and over, she soon realized something was amiss—she couldnt remember any other dreams but the strange one she seemed to keep reliving every night. it was like when she went to sleep, she became a whole other person.

little did she know, she soon would find out that's exactly what was happening.

in the quiet hours of night, ouja goes to bed onnly to wake up and find herself as a completely different person—in fact not even the same species! ouja becomes a snake in a giant rain forest, and she apparently has a family and an entirely different life there. for crying out loud, she's apparently a mother.

ouja has tried everything to explain and maybe even fix the strange phenomena, but so far nothing has come up, and what she has tried didn't ever work. nothing seems to have the solution, and these old texts she totally didn't steal from the library offer nothing but an easy to say, "sorry, you're out of luck! deal with it!"

she has since given up trying to fix it, for a long time now in fact, but still has difficulty adjusting to her, quite literal, double life. she cant remember much of what happens in her dreams, but the few crystal clear memories from the times she's spent in another person's body stay with her for weeks. she often spends as much time awake as possible because of it, playing video games or reading several books in a short span or even listening to loud music she doesnt even like in hopes she'll keep herself from falling into sleep's clutches.

thanks to her little problem, ouja now struggles to sleep properly, and most nights stays up into the late hours of the night staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about the inevitable that awaits her. often she wonders if the owner of the body she's transported to each night feels the same level of distressed as she does, or if they like the sudden freedom. she wonders if they even know what's happening.

either way, ouja remains restless, her only wish being a good night's rest and one day without the strange dreams of a life that isnt her own.

(469/600)

[happysparrow]

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happysparrow

Name:

Avalon

Gender:

Female

What do they do at night?

Just like with all Kalons, no two fireflies have been, or ever will be, the same. This was a lesson Avalon learned night after night, hour after hour, time loop after time loop. It had been a fairly normal friend date with Bailey - whom she did not always trust - and Bailey had persuaded her to go time traveling with him. While she had declined this offer several thousand times, this time was just a little different. Perhaps Avalon was a bit sleepy, or perhaps her one glass of wine before dinner was just a little too much, but she finally agreed on just one trip. One, simple, time travelling trip. Bailey promised they could go wherever Avalon wanted, and it didn't take long for her to choose! She settled on an area from her childhood - a time with few responsibilities, a night full of stars and fireflies. After the stresses of adulthood had gotten to her, Avalon felt that revisiting the simple memory of a night filled with blinking lights would help ease her heavy burden.
Once there, the two stepped out, spending a few hours with the stars and bugs before deciding it was time to leave. They tried, but Bailey found that perhaps the reason his friend didn't want to go with him travelling was because there was always a slim chance that non-timetravellers would get stuck in the time loop they had visited. A very slim chance, but a chance nonetheless. After trying several more times, Bailey explained what had happened, and with a shrug, left.
The first few nights - or, how did one measure time in a time loop? - had been hard for Avalon, of course, but soon she had adjusted to the odd schedules and the constant environment. She explored the borders of her time loop, and soon began to almost like it. She didn't have responsibilities, after all, and every hour brought a feeling of a lighter heart. Instead of mourning her situation, although it would have been wholly appropriate, Avalon took the time to make the best of it. She began, once more, doing what she had once enjoyed doing most as a kit. Avalon began catching fireflies again. Every night, despite it being a time loop, seemed to bring brand new lightening bug friends and a newfound joy for romping after them and their soft blinking. Every night, despite it being a time loop, Avalon soon learned that she could still find joy in the little things.
(416/600)

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dropping out!!

goodluck all!

[cherubim]

username// crepuscular.
name// brynne
gender// nonbinary, biologically male
what do they do at night?
soft padded footsteps fled the confinements of their godforsaken environment; heavy with expectations and dissapointment.
'you must get good grades; your entire being depends on it.' was all they heard. they were never good enough. not their parent's intelligent, perfect son.
a shaky sigh, and they quickly madr fast work of the window lock in their livingroom. the bright, full moon shone down upon them, highlighting their green locks, tied up in a neat bun.
they slip through the open glass, slowly shutting the frame shut as silently as possible, before grabbing their ribbon, a long, majestic item that was inked with blue, matching their spandex uniform.
they ran. they ran, ran, and ran, far from their foreboding home as possible, not looking back. the night was brynne's time; their time alone, their time away.
and it was time.
with a graceful pirouette, brynne landed upon a soft bedding of grass in the middle of a forest clearing, hidden from any unforgiving eyes. they waited. waiting, waiting, until an imaginary song came to mind - one of hope, one of love. upbeat keys and a slow tune started in their mind.
and they danced.
a flip, a twist, a spin. it was beautiful, and it was theirs.