[✧ 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.

I'm tired.

Standard: hair, shine, claws // Common: fur, backmane, tail // Uncommon: ears, fur

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To win this kalon, tell me something they're fighting for.
You can interpret this however you wish. 500 word limit. No extras, but prettying up your form is allowed.

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RU 01 Burning Bright [owned by deimos]

[Rabbit]

username: Rabbit
kalon name:
what are they fighting for? [500 word limit]

"They made the mistake of capturing me-- but even worse, they made the mistake of underestimating me.

Soon, they'll know my worth."

marK

[qvril]

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[vervain.]

Mark

[kolyakun]

username: kolyakun
kalon name:
what are they fighting for? [500 word limit]

[redhorizon]

Possible res

[Mnemosyne]

username: Mnemosyne
kalon name: Ismat
what are they fighting for? Ismat brushed through the crowd, making their way towards the alleyway on the other side. If the Kalons around them thought that there was something amiss none of them would say anything, simply because they didn't remember; a touch from Ismat and, at their bidding, the Kalon would simply forget that they ever saw anyone. Perhaps they'd frown and scratch their heads, feeling like they'd forgotten something small, but then they'd shrug and go about their day as usual. Ismat's magic might be "cursed", but it was also handy for times like these.

Successfully making it through undetected, Ismat hurried through the nondescript door and into the candlelight basement. It was pretty amusing that a rebel group was literally operating underground, Ismat thought. Stepping into the cool interior, they sat down in their usual spot to listen to the day's report from their scout. As Ismat was in charge of strategic operations, they needed to be around every day to take stock of the situations at hand and every changing development. Their magic, the ability to make Kalons that they touched forget seeing or speaking to Ismat (or, as Ismat called, it, Forgetfulness), was widely regarded as a type of Black Magic, but also meant that Ismat was able to find a home here with the rebels. There were a lot of Kalons in hiding that had Black Magic of different types. Ismat had been one of them, once, always on the run and without a place to call home. Once they met The Spectres, as the rebel group called themselves, they'd offered Ismat a place to stay and something to fight for.

Though many Kalons might condemn The Spectres' actions, Ismat sees them as essential. They're the only group willing to come in and disrupt the status quo, advocating for the rights and freedom of the Kalons on the fringes of society. Complacency has led to the system currently in place and Ismat is tired of it all. Whichever group is willing to shake things up, Ismat is going to be in there with them, fighting for free magic use for those with all kinds of magic. [ 358 / 500 ]

[fruitvale]

woah, mark!! may just watch but what a gorgeous design <3

[gloomyghost]

username: gloomyghost
kalon name: Ezra
what are they fighting for? Ezra is fighting for her family. They were all unfortunately separated from Ezra so she now does everything she can to reunite with them again before it is too late. Ezra was born with a natural gift of leadership which helps her in her never-ending search for the ones she loves.

[LokisTrick]

Username: LokisTrick

Altair

(What are you fighting for?)

"The influence of the Constellations is fading, Altair."
"Sol and his followers have grown too powerful. Those ingrates don't understand what they're doing!"
"They will destroy the peace we have brokered with the planets if they keep up this childish rebellion."
"Altair, you are my brightest star, for the good of our people, we must go to war."
Aquila stared deeply into the eyes of his vassal.
"I am counting on you, Altair. Deal with them."

Noxious gas leaked from the cracks on the blasted rock beneath his feet. Altair shook off the soot in his fur. That was a rough landing. He already hated this place. His home, the celestial lands, were where his friends and family were anxiously waiting. Aquila had been clear, however, and Altair was not to return until he had done his duty. Sol and his traitorous followers had recruited a newly formed planet, Earth, to their cause. Singular stars were not meant to be so powerful. For centuries the Will of the 88 Constellations had governed their galaxy, ruling over the stars. Now, Sol and Earth led a rebellion against them. Altair, if he wished to retake his place in the sky, could not let this happen.

The fall from the heavens to the barren rock his mission had taken him too was brutal. The heat had been overwhelming. Had Altair been a lesser star, he would have surely perished. Centuries of work had gone into attaining Aquila's favor, nearly a millennium. The star sighed, feeling every year of his existence sitting on his shoulders like a blackhole, waiting to consume him. Aquila was.... a fair Constellation at least. Altair tensed, his thoughts were nearing dangerous territory. But, there were other stars who suffered far worse fates at the hands of their Regents. The stories he had overheard from those who lived under the guidance of Orion.... Altair shuddered, brushing his thoughts aside. Much as he loathed this conflict, Altair was not blind as to the cause of it. The 88 had vast power, and some used it to be cruel.

Still, The star thought to himself, leaping out of his crater, This union between stars and planets is unnatural. What Sol is thinking, trying to work with Earth, I can't begin to fathom. They're starting a war, not just with the stars, either. "It's unprecedented." He murmured, glancing warily toward the sky. "The destruction this act of rebellion could cause, the loss of life, do they not care? Or do they really think total war is the only option?"

Altair grimaced, cold certainty seeping into his mind. "I can't allow you to do this, Sol. The 88 are- no, might be, no, are-" he grit his teeth. "The 88 are tyrants. But our people will suffer even more if you instigate this now." The star shut his eyes, grim determination welling in his chest.

"I will end this rebellion, not for the 88, not for Aquila, but for the good of our people."

{500/500}