[NyxxofStars]

username: NyxxofStars
name:Idalia, goes by "Lee" (Meaning "I see the sun")
gender: M
prompt:

"Eh... ie-d-ah-lie-a?"

"It's Idalia. eih-dahl-ee-uh. But I go by Lee." The whisper of shifting fur indicated the movement of the dark kalon sitting inside the waiting room as he rose to his paws. The short, bumbling kalon in front of him stopped looking expectantly at the other, female applicant, and looked up at Lee in surprise.

"Bu-but..." The secretary adjusted her glasses and tucked a strand of mousey hair back in her messy bun. Lee's honey-hued eyes narrowed slightly and his tail twitched in aggravation. She was expecting a girl. Of course she would be, after all, Idalia is a girl's name. Not that anyone says that to his face anymore. A scene from his childhood flashed through Lee's mind.

There were four kits surrounding a feminine-featured kit the color of coal. The kit's tail shine hid between his legs, which scratched uncomfortably against the bark of the oak tree.

"Why don't you just go play with the girls? After all, Idalia is a girl's name, so you're a girl!" One kit taunted, swiping at Lee's paws and causing him to scrabble back and press his back to the trunk of the tree.

"I-I'm not." He protested weakly, tears beginning to prick at the corners of his wide, fearful eyes. His hair was mussed and bits of undergrowth peeked out of hit: a testimony to his wild attempt to escape the gang of bullies.

"Yeah you are, just admit it!" Two of the other kits took advantage of his exposed posture to claw at his tail, leaving stinging scratches. Lee dropped to all fours again, hunched over to protect his tail.

"S-stop." Lee pleaded. "J-just leave me alone." The smallest of the gang strutted over and shoved his face in Lee's, something he wouldn't have dared if he didn't have the other three kits backing him up.

"Ha! We'll never stop, you're too much fun to pick on, little girl." He was right, Lee realized as the tiny kit painfully scratched his muzzle. This had to stop now, or it never would. The coal-colored kalon narrowed his eyes and turned his muzzle back towards the confident kit who was laughing back towards his lackeys.

"Knock it off. I'm done." Lee said quietly, ears poised back. The smallest kit stopped mid-laugh and turned back towards Lee, moving closer until their whiskers were almost touching.

"What did you say, missy?"

"I'm DONE." Lee, while lithe, was by no means a small kalon. He was already taller than most of his peers, a fact which he realized as he rose slowly from his crouch to glare down at the creature in front of him. The much-shorter kit's sneer wavered slightly, and his tail twitched uncertainly. Then the taller kalon snapped with an almost-audible crack, and a definitely-audible smack as Lee swiped at the kit in front of him with enough force to knock him into another bully. All previous trepidation disappeared as Lee launched himself at the next kits closest to him. He beat them soundly, and then there was only one remaining bully, who wavered uncertainly at the edge of the clearing. Lee continued to glare menacingly at the other kit, who nodded fearfully and skittered away in terror. Lee was left standing in the forest alone. Nobody bothered making fun of his name after that, and Lee began putting on a tough front. Now if anyone teases him, he's willing to kick their-

"-Um, Lee? You can go in now." The secretary pulled Lee from his memories, and he squared his shoulders before heading into the interview.

Word Count: 599 (extended version available upon request)

[Kelp King]

username: Dragonwolf17
name: Cinder
gender: Male
prompt: Bickers and argues over every little thing, especially when it's over a cookie or two!

[cherubim]

username: crepuscular.
name:
gender: female
prompt:

[resolution]

username ;; resolution
name ;; imre
gender ;; male
prompt ;; “Oh, what a scary looking guy!”
“Son, stop staring at him, you don’t want to pick fights with people like that,”

Imre let a lopsided smirk overtake his features as he leaned with his back against a wall in the public park. Nodding subtly with the music playing quietly through his headphones, he could clearly hear the comments of the intimidated passer-bys around him. That’s right, he thought with a satisfied, smug expression I’m absolutely terrifying and far too cool for any of these people to approach. With closed eyes and filled to the brim with self-confidence, Imre continued to loiter, exuding his natural, unapproachable aura. Within a few minutes, though, a soft impact on his leg made him nearly jump out of his skin and it took every fiber of dignity within him to keep from yelping in surprise. Immediately, he looked down to find that a basketball had gone astray and collided with him. He instinctively let out a sigh of relief.

With quite the menacing expression, Imre picked up the ball and turned towards the direction that the ball had come from, ready to scare whatever kid had made the mistake of ruining his brooding image. He had just opened his mouth to expel a scathingly cliche threat when his eyes met a group of three teenagers, looking at him expectantly.

“Could we have that back?” one asked, and Imre couldn’t help but notice that all three teenagers looked far more athletic than what he had been expecting. But he wasn’t about to lose his momentum now.

“Were you tryin’ to start a fight with me?” Imre scoffed, holding the ball close to him. Hopefully the three teenagers wouldn’t notice the slight shake in his voice, or that his knees were trembling like a baby deer.

“What’d you just say?” One of the teenagers stepped up to him, clearly not shaken by Imre’s facade. They took three solid steps towards him, and by the time they had down that, the ‘cool guy’ image had crumbled. Imre threw the ball towards them impulsively.

“I-I’m sorry! Take the ball, take it!” Imre shouted, crouching to the ground with his arms over his head. The teenager immediately backed off, at a loss for words. The edgy, intimidating guy had turned into a pitiful young man protecting himself from an imaginary threat, cowering on the ground in the park.

“Hey, get up,” the teenager urged, flustered. At this point, the interaction was becoming something of a scene due to Imre’s panicked yelling. They were further shocked when Imre looked over with tears flowing in thick streams from his once piercing eyes. “It’s my fault, so get up come on,” he continued, holding out a hand, yet averting his gaze from the disheveled Imre. Still shaken, Imre took the hand that was offered to him and wiped his face hastily. Taking deep breaths, he shook himself off and tried for a last ditch effort to redeem himself.

“Y-Yeah. You kids better watch out, or next time you might not be so lucky,” he said, holding his chin up. With that, he left the park, looking straight ahead and walking quickly and hurriedly. The teenagers and several other people in the park looked at his back, their expressions showing a mixture of confusion, perplexity, and mild amusement.

Meanwhile, Imre himself felt his face burning up with embarrassment, but possibly more abstract, pride. That was really cool of you, man, he thought to himself as he was walking home. You didn’t even scream that time.
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[M00N]

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[a little guy]

username:
ghostly;
name:
Azriah
gender:
Female/Heavy Tomboy
prompt:
Likely to get into a fight over bullies, and win

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[artemis,]

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[skarekrowkid]

username: thefrenchgoldfish
name: Kade
gender: Male
prompt: He is always bickering with his sister, and does occasionally pick fights with others who are as 'courageous' (as he calls himself) as him. Kade spends his free time blacksmith(ing?). Kade's pelt is made of cinders and ash, and he is immune to fire. In life threatening situations, Kade can light himself on fire to scare away and burn his enemies. The windows(? the glass things on him) on his tail and shoulder are always searing hot as well, so it is very easy to burn yourself if you get close to him, resulting in a very solitary personality.

[solasta]

username: solasta
name:
gender: male
prompt:

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[cyrevan]

username: breezeparadox
name: Flicker
gender: Female
prompt: [The other character featured is my kalon Salem if that's okay!]

“Are you seriously saying that you were unaware of the war before coming here?”
“No! Well… sort of.”
“You won’t find any happy tourist spots here, darling. Those advertisements are from twenty years ago.”
“Wait, so no Paradise Hotel?”
“That burned down last year.” I sighed. “Let me guess, you were scammed?”
The stranger nodded quickly, glancing away sheepishly.
“Alright, I suppose you need a place to stay.”
She stayed silent, still not meeting my gaze.
“Come on, desert girl.” I said. “My house is probably the closest thing to a hotel in this settlement. It’s got a lot of people, awful food, and even it’s own swimming pool. If you like wells, that is.”
She cracked a smile, but it disappeared as soon as we made eye contact.
I sighed. “Just come, before it gets dark. Trust me, you do not want to be out at night.”
Finally, she nodded, and we began to walk along the grassy path. I noticed how her pale, silky fur rippled as she moved. I’d consider her pretty. I thought. If I didn’t have a war to fight and a civilization to save.

Later, when the traveler had found a decent spot to relax in my bunker, I got a chance to learn a bit about her. Her name was Salem, and she came from a town called Nalos, where they didn’t teach any world history. That explains a lot.
Then came my turn to talk, and I told her about my family; about my brother, who died of his wounds, and my mother, who had lost so much in this war but was fighting through it all. Shock radiated from the stranger as I told my tale, as if she could never imagine anything worse. This was every day for me; fighting a war that no one could remember the cause of.

“Flicker, we’re under attack!”
I sprung to my feet at the sound.
“I need to go.” I told the shaking traveler. “You’ll be safe here.”
I leapt up the stairs, where my mother and a few of our allies stood.
“Cover the east side of the house.” Someone said. I nodded, slipping out the door without another word.
From the balcony, I could see two enemy kalons coming closer gradually. One held a spear; the other had a crossbow. They were attempting a surprise attack. Little did they know, the tables had turned.
I lunged off of the balcony, landing right between the two kalons.
I tackled the larger one, pushing my claws into his thick leg. He growled, attempting to throw me backwards, while the other one fumbled with his crossbow. They were idiots, bringing long distance weapons to this battle.
Pain shot up my spine as I landed on the ground. The larger kalon leapt towards me delivering a quick bite to my leg. He towered over me, and I went limp, faking a whine. Just as he started to think I had already been defeated, I shot upwards, scraping his stomach. Caught by surprise, he fell backwards. While he was stunned, I leapt at the other one, slashing at his eyes. He yowled in pain, but I blocked out the sound and continued my attack. Suddenly, my eye caught movement on my left, and I tensed. Luckily, it was an ally.
“Flicker, you should rest. I’ll take it from here.”
I nodded, and headed back into the house, where Salem was waiting.
“There are many reasons why this is not an ideal tourist location, and that’s definitely one of them.”
Finally, I got to see her smile.
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