username + number :: Ucanthandleme + 809102
kalon name :: Tenzin
prompt ::
It was a burning pain. Much light a heated iron rod being pressed to my skin, it began with a sear, then as if thousands or ants were biting me the pain got more intense. I sucked in a cold breath of air, one eye open, the other blurred by red from the cut above my eyelid. My competitor pranced around, a smug grin as he revved up the crowd. The screams of the audience, each shouting their next bet, he knew they all believed he was going to bet down. Just like a scraggly dog on the street I trembled up, my vision blurred and the world spun but I remained upright, forward facing. My competitor gave a laugh, mottled scars on their body telling of their survival and triumph, a cat trying to be a tiger, I bet that's what he thought. I walked forward, as did he. A ruthless grin as he attacked with no hesitation, I too rammed forward trying to knock him down with my body weight.
We both stumbled, but I continued to rush to the floor and with a bang once again made contact with the ground. The crowd cheered and the fighter wiped some blood from his nose, he seemed enraged at his injury, walking towards me with sharp eyes. I was hit. Again and again. He showed no mercy in his blows, and with each impact the crowd screamed out for more. We were entertainment after all, underground fighting was never meant to be merciful. He stopped, crouching down before whispering in my ear, “Give up, you're never going to win”. I smiled, taking that split second to heatbutt him with all my strength, like that the giant tumbled, falling to the floor like a sack of potatoes. I took my cracking limbs and bloodied body, standing up tall above him, a giggle, a laugh, a great big bellow I let out. The person was not a cat, rather a sneaky hyena, waiting for the best moment to pounce. The audience who were shocked by the turn of events came to life at the sound of my vocalization. Cheers rang out. I took the steeps down off of the challenging chamber, going straight towards the reward room. With due diligence I was handed a weighted sac. I didn’t look inside, merely stowing it away in my lapel before walking towards my home.
A quiet knock sounded on the door, a scraggly man beard held out his hand, I passed him the coins I had only just received as he gave me a parcel. I turned around going to the room in the back. A small child awoke at the turning of the door, I was greeted with bleary eyes and a sparkling smile, “Older brother?” I hummed in acquiescence, opening up the package. Pottles of medicine lay there. I took some out gently feeding it to him, my only relative left, my younger brother. Poor stragglers with no parents, they had to fend for themselves early. I never liked fighting, but to buy medicine it cost a price and the quickest way to get money was from the coliseum. I, after all, would do anything for my brother. After feeding him the medicine he tended to my wounds, no words were spoken. They didn't need to be, he knew where I had been, and knew where I would continue to go. I liked the silence, the stinging wounds seemed to fade and the warmth of my family brightened my heart. A lover of my family, a fighter for them too.
(599/600)
kalon name :: Tenzin
prompt ::
It was a burning pain. Much light a heated iron rod being pressed to my skin, it began with a sear, then as if thousands or ants were biting me the pain got more intense. I sucked in a cold breath of air, one eye open, the other blurred by red from the cut above my eyelid. My competitor pranced around, a smug grin as he revved up the crowd. The screams of the audience, each shouting their next bet, he knew they all believed he was going to bet down. Just like a scraggly dog on the street I trembled up, my vision blurred and the world spun but I remained upright, forward facing. My competitor gave a laugh, mottled scars on their body telling of their survival and triumph, a cat trying to be a tiger, I bet that's what he thought. I walked forward, as did he. A ruthless grin as he attacked with no hesitation, I too rammed forward trying to knock him down with my body weight.
We both stumbled, but I continued to rush to the floor and with a bang once again made contact with the ground. The crowd cheered and the fighter wiped some blood from his nose, he seemed enraged at his injury, walking towards me with sharp eyes. I was hit. Again and again. He showed no mercy in his blows, and with each impact the crowd screamed out for more. We were entertainment after all, underground fighting was never meant to be merciful. He stopped, crouching down before whispering in my ear, “Give up, you're never going to win”. I smiled, taking that split second to heatbutt him with all my strength, like that the giant tumbled, falling to the floor like a sack of potatoes. I took my cracking limbs and bloodied body, standing up tall above him, a giggle, a laugh, a great big bellow I let out. The person was not a cat, rather a sneaky hyena, waiting for the best moment to pounce. The audience who were shocked by the turn of events came to life at the sound of my vocalization. Cheers rang out. I took the steeps down off of the challenging chamber, going straight towards the reward room. With due diligence I was handed a weighted sac. I didn’t look inside, merely stowing it away in my lapel before walking towards my home.
A quiet knock sounded on the door, a scraggly man beard held out his hand, I passed him the coins I had only just received as he gave me a parcel. I turned around going to the room in the back. A small child awoke at the turning of the door, I was greeted with bleary eyes and a sparkling smile, “Older brother?” I hummed in acquiescence, opening up the package. Pottles of medicine lay there. I took some out gently feeding it to him, my only relative left, my younger brother. Poor stragglers with no parents, they had to fend for themselves early. I never liked fighting, but to buy medicine it cost a price and the quickest way to get money was from the coliseum. I, after all, would do anything for my brother. After feeding him the medicine he tended to my wounds, no words were spoken. They didn't need to be, he knew where I had been, and knew where I would continue to go. I liked the silence, the stinging wounds seemed to fade and the warmth of my family brightened my heart. A lover of my family, a fighter for them too.
(599/600)
