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dimensionweaver

[annie15970]

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[kolyakun]

Username: kolyakun
Kalon Name: West
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West scanned the once green lands of the earth, which were no more than ash and charcoal. The air was heavy with the smell of burnt flesh, while smoke hung in a haze that partially obscured the blood-red sun. The previously lively cities stood like skeletons, empty now that the undead had taken whatever the fire did not.
West knew something had to be done, though obviously, he couldn't take on such responsibility all his own. While it seemed grim, there had to be others. Other fighters turned survivors who would have no choice but to have the same goal in mind. Famine and disease stalked every land - the death toll was in its billions. After all the losses, there was no more sentimentality for the dead. It was easier to think of them as if they were never people at all. There is only so much horror one can take in and process. After that, the mind tends to snap. It is with that understanding, that West has decided to hunt for the cure to this hell, to the undead, to this mysterious contagion.
With 99% of the world’s population annihilated in the span of a couple of weeks, it might have seemed that all hope was lost - and perhaps it was - but West was determined. If he had ever known failure in his life, it didn't show. Everything from the way he held himself, to that look of unassailable confidence in his eyes, said he could do it.

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[scottermite]

res w/ hunting a .. idk thing?? or trophy?? or sacred creature or smthn as apart of a set of games, like a tournament?? yeah

[deerbroken]

Username: lavender towns
Kalon Name: Markos
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The rain is relentless as it pours down into the dark forest. The moon is hidden behind the clouds, and though it gives the overcast sky a slight glow, it's useless beneath the thick cover of the trees. As Markos stands in the bushes, breathing nearly undetectable, his body doesn't move an inch. His muscles ache and his senses feel dull from the time he's been waiting, listening for his target move from their tent. It's a long game of waiting, but it'll be worth it once they emerge. Once he can see them, he'll go in for the kill-- or, capture, in this case. This bounty is wanted alive.

His ears twitch eagerly as he hears rustling, and he shifts slightly in the thicket, one hand holding nylon rope and the other clutched in a fist. There's more movement, but nothing comes of it.

It felt like his whole life had been this. When he was young, he hunted animals. As he grew, he followed in his father's footsteps, becoming a hunter and gatherer for his home village. But it was never enough. One day a bounty hunter came through their town, and after hearing his stories by a warm campfire in the summer evening, he was sold. He left town the next day to begin training with the man, and within the next year he was hunting bounties on his own.

His parents weren't thrilled with the idea, but the money he makes easily swayed their opinion. He's never been in it for the cash, though. He's in it for the hunt. The rush. For the endless nights watching and waiting, and the satisfaction of catching these criminals before they can blink and hauling them off to the cops. He's an expert, as far as anyone else is concerned; he's spent more than enough time chasing criminals and putting them behind bars to earn the title. In the past, he's even been offered high ranking positions and a fancy badge-- but he declines every time. He isn't interested in glory or fame. He wouldn't know what to do with it, anyhow.

He catches himself lost in thought as there's another rustling from up ahead, and his pupils expand in the light of the lantern his target has in his hands. As the man pulls out a phone, Markos plants his feet in the dirt and hurls himself forward.

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[MouseyLavi]

Username: Mouseylavi
Kalon Name: Yona
What are they hunting?: Hunting Bear

MARK!

[Cyrano]

[center]Username: s-simplicity
Kalon Name: Chaylon Hugari
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Thank you! Will be used for another concept : )

[zakuro.]

username: zakuro.
kalon name: aureliano, known by the people as el lobo nocturno (the night wolf)
what are they hunting?:


everybody knows about el lobo nocturno.

the night wolf is feared by all. he is not like the grey wolves that roam the mountains, preying on the wildlife. he is something entirely different.

he rides at night. many see him as stoic-- a symbol of protection. but others see him as monstrous.

the wolf never utters a sound, and swiftly delivers justice where need be. sometimes, the villages will go for days with no casualties. then, the next morning, a caravan of desert bandits will have been found murdered-- each with a single bullet clean in the center of their forehead.

many have encountered him, the elusive vigilante. none have survived.

they say his hair is black as ash, and the aura around him carries the weight of a thousand tortured souls.

he rides a black mare, the angel of death. he decorates himself with the teeth of the beasts he has conquered.

there is none more fearsome in the badlands than he. even the most haughty of individuals dare not speak his name with a foul tongue.

"¡oye! ¡él vendrá por ti!"

legend has it that the wolf struck a deal with the devil to resurrect his murdered family, and in exchange was chained to a life of killing.

the reason why he does not show himself, and does not allow other to see him, is shame.

many believe this to be true. others believe the night wolf is pure fiction.

to that, we say:

"Esperas las fauces del lobo."

[symmetra]

Ooh! Small mark

[✦ nemuri]

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( username: .kaede ) ( name: cyrene angelos - sovereign queen, angel )
( word count: 400 / 400 words ) ( art by me messy sketch oop )


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indentthe first lesson cyrene learned in her life was that people would do anything for power.

indentwhen she was young, she had scoffed. just how stupid could everyone be? did they not know that power wasn't everything?

indentof course, that ideology quickly fell flat after an accident that destroyed everything cyrene had ever known and left her with nothing but a slowly festering rage.

indentshe calls it an accident, but of course, in this world, things are rarely ever accidents.

indentwith the seven deadly sins, it really wasn't. that was okay, though; she would simply get her revenge another way.

indenteven now, she could still recall the way her mother had shoved her into the cellar, screaming for her to stay put and to remain out of sight. cyrene remembered begging for her mother to let her out to fight with them, but she could do nothing but whimper as screams echoed through the air, each voice being abruptly cut off as the sin made quick work of the family. it wasn't only her family that had been targeted; it was the entire village, and she didn't know what they had done to become so hated, but she would avenge their lives anyways.

indentleaving her home with nothing but her wits and her father's hunting bow and arrows, she set off to find the sin that had desecrated the remains of her village. it was easy work, as the sin wasn't particularly bright and its owner even less so, but it made cyrene's life much easier. she killed the person in charge of setting the sin loose on her village with a single arrow shot through the throat, but when it came to the sin...

indentwell, she was intent on hunting down all of the sins, but who said that they had to die? cyrene desired power. she thirsted for power to protect everything she had now, and with the sins on her side, who would dare defy her?

indentthe only sin she had with her now was rage. only rage could've turned her entire life upside down in a single instant. however, there would grow to be more sins that'd walk by her side.

indentcyrene would make sure of it, and she'd kill anyone else who challenged her.

indentbut for now, she was content with just hunting down all of the sins and making them submit to her.







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