[yen.]

standard: hair, shine
common: tail, longer fur

this was really lazy i'm sorry,, i'm tired
anyway this kalon looks kind of mean (or not, looks can be deceiving) so tell me how they would get into and win (or lose) a fight. word limit is 600. no extras, minimal coding is allowed


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ends december 31st, 11:59 pm PST

[NightFlame22]

a loner by choice

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Ferr stared at the kalon lying on the floor groaning and rubbing his jaw, his eyes squeezed shut from the pain. They could feel a trickle of blood running down from a cut above their eye, but their physical pain was dulled by the rush of adrenaline and rage. They took a couple steps back, breathing heavily, trying to process everything that had happened.

It was a normal school day. Ferr kept to themself as always, trying not to draw anyone’s attention as they just tried to make it through the day. It wasn’t easy being agender, especially in a place where most kalons didn’t quite understand the significance of gender norms to begin with. Everywhere you went, all sorts of societal expectations were shoved down your throat, most based on whether or not you were male or female. For someone who identified with neither, Ferr always found such things exhausting, but in high school, the pressure to fit in was ten times more than in the past. They considered themselves lucky that they hadn’t been publicly humiliated after their first two years.

Of course, after lying low for so long, Ferr didn’t exactly have the friendliest reputation. Not that anyone could blame them; it was uncertain how people might react to finding out they were agender, and so Ferr decided it was safest to avoid interaction entirely. How ironically unfortunate that such isolation tends to draw the most attention.

It was during lunch that things took a turn for the worst. Ferr sat alone as always, enjoying a bit of peace after an intense math test the period before. They had just opened their lunchbox when a group of four kalons walked up, all wearing identical smirks.

“Alone again, eh?” A beefy kalon with a snaggle tooth grinned. He was handsome in the usual way, a guy all the cheerleaders would swoon over. He slammed a large paw down on the table. “Why don’t you come sit with us?” The four of them loomed overhead, staring at Ferr, awaiting their reply.

Ferr pinned their ears back slightly. “Uh… no thanks…” They tried to scoot a bit to get some space.

The snaggle-toothed kalon narrowed his eyes. “Oh? Think you’re too good enough for us, huh?” He grabbed Ferr by the scruff of their neck and held them up to meet them at eye level. They would have admitted that it was impressive if they weren’t completely terrified. The others surrounded them, four pairs of eyes making their face burn. “We know what you are. You dirty little-”

The next thing Ferr knew, they were scrambling to their feet, snarling angrily at the snaggle-toothed kalon who was now staggering backwards, holding a hand to where the smaller kalon had socked him. Ferr had seen the word forming on his lips and felt a white-hot bolt of anger flash through them, almost instinctively, they had punched the kalon holding them with all their might. Their hand throbbed from the impact, but the adrenaline dulled the pain for the moment.

The other kalon glared daggers at Ferr. “You’ll pay for that!” He rushed Ferr and shoved them hard, a sickening thud echoing around the cafeteria as Ferr’s forehead whacked the table. Blood pounding in their ears, they pushed themself back up and shoved the snaggle-toothed kalon back, then punched him right in the jaw as he struggled to regain balance. The hit sent him to the floor, where he now lay.

Ferr groaned internally as they were led to the principal’s office. People would be talking about this, and Ferr, for weeks.

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(600/600)

[augestines]

i dont know what i feel but gosh.. mark..

[pim]

username: Pimprite
name: Royal
gender: Male
prompt:

[shishou]

definite mark
beautiful kal as always
-name is robin, something to do with harsh reality at young age
-fights for survival, likes being on the top of the food chain
-harsh(?) and pretty mean, just needs some love and comfort

[apyr]

username: SpaceSocks_
name: Jack
gender: Male
prompt: Jack would get into a fight with someone who was making a joke that wasn't, well, that good. He'd stand up for friends, and he likes to out-smart people, not go paw to paw.


I'm stressed n busy, but I saw this guy and just, fell in love <3

[mikey]

username: sketchiimutt
name: roscoe
gender: male
prompt:

Roscoe is a rather cold kalon, he dislikes help from anyone and can snap when offered help. He works an incredibly boring 9-hour job at an office. And is bored out of his mind at the end of the day. So, when he has to deal with morons (in his opinion) who try to mug him, intimidate him or even talk to him. Roscoe can get... Pretty aggravated. And can lash out.

So when he manages to get himself in a fight, Roscoe's method of winning a fight is more about the mind and less about actually physically attacking. Now, even though he throws himself into all these fights, he's pretty observant and seems to pick up on what his opponents are insecure about.

Or, if he knows the kalon who he's fighting, he can instead use memories that trouble them. Roscoe then begins to bring up these things in the middle of their fight, their focus then moves to that. And easily wins due to his distracted opponent. Honestly, he's just a rude manipulative jerk. Who is way too observant for his own good, and enjoys seeing his opponents breaking down in fights.

[Galipaygo]

Wip

[dilly.]

username: dilly.
name: Declan
gender: male
prompt: wippp

”those arrows on your feet are meant to strike true. instead, you use them to strike faces.”

[spirit • daydream]

probably just going to watch, but just in case I enter : )