[danheng]

username: hawkkeye
name: alexander
gender: male
prompt: wc- 537
"whenever you smile it looks like you're about to cry."

I swear I didn't want to hit him back.
by the time I hit the ground all I could feel was this... this deep, aching fear. I was so afraid in that moment. I promised myself I wouldn't cry, that would only make them laugh more. even so, I wouldn't be able to hear them. my ears were rushing with blood and the pumping of my heart as my breath quickened by the moment. when I eventually got home I realized that I'd been bleeding from my nose the entire time, and I suspect that this happened when I was on the ground, but the funny thing is I couldn't feel it then.

I remember looking up at their snarls, their smirks. I thought they were done, I was ready to curl up and wait until the sickness in my stomach and the panic melted away, but again and again, they jeered and they kicked at me. the pavement seemed surprisingly soft- like I could just fall asleep and let the sorrow go. I think the only reason they did that was that they didn't feel good about themselves. I feel kind of bad for them, but they were the ones who hurt me.

when the repeated impacts to my stomach and head stopped, I got up. they seemed satisfied with the damage they'd caused. they were about to leave, too, I watched them turn around. their shines glinted in the sunlight as they spun around to leave. if maybe I hadn't been so prideful, if I just let them go and run to the bathroom to cry, I wouldn't be in so much trouble.

sometimes, when our pride is threatened, we act out in such a way that would seem unnatural otherwise. in this moment, I was acting unnaturally to say the least. when I hit the kalon who'd given me so much grief, it not only felt good, but it felt awful. I didn't want to stoop to their level, to become the bully. but as I felt my paw make impact with his side it was too late to act on my better judgement.

my mom came to pick me up sometime during lunch, only about a half hour after the fight. I expected disappointment or pity in her eyes, but all I saw was sympathy. driving home that day I broke down in an ugly, sobbing mess. she pulled over and we talked for a long time until I felt alright. I told her how bad it felt to hit that kalon and how angry I felt on the ground. she never saw this side of me, I don't think.

I'm still struggling, and I think that's a part of life. to get over it. but however long it takes to accept that kalons like them are just as pained as me, I know I will come out a better person. when I smile, it looks like I want to cry. I'm not sad, I promise. everything around us is always changing. other people, ourselves. life is scary and big and I don't always like how it makes me feel but... I'll be okay. in the end, our experiences are what shape us.

[Mid-life]

username: Mid-life
name: Tyrell
gender: Male
prompt:

Maybe this is because of the cruelty of genetics, however, it is quite irritating when others whisper about you on the streets. They say cruel things, "He looks scary", "Don't you know who his father is?", "People say he has a mental problem", "Stay away from him, sweetie". Would you just let this go? Yes? Well, I guess I'm not like most.

pos. res?

Intermittent Explosive Disorder??

[rustyroxy]

username: rustyroxy
name: tba
gender: male
prompt:

wip

[0/???]

[/trainwreck/]

username: /Trainwreck/
name: Queen of Detroit ("Queenie")
gender: Female
prompt:

Walking down the 7 Mile tends to cause me problems no matter what time of the day or what month it is. There's always someone out there who got some kinda problem with me no matter what it is that I do. Fresco and his gang stopped me up at one of the corner streets that I had been residing on for a while there. I had one of the better houses on that block, them cats being jealous and stuff. Fresco was snarling, his teeth bared and his buddies backing him up. He took me off by surprise, knocking over as he came out flying from behind from one of the nearby houses. My body thudded against the street, his snarling breath hot on my neck. I felt his claws beginning to dig into my skin. I squirmed under him, twisting and turning, trying to shake him off my body. I let out an intense hiss, feeling something sharp and wet grabbing ahold of my tail. Shortly there after, I felt the same effects on my fore paw, tearing into my delicate pad.

"Not today, Queenie! This house is mine!" Fresco yowled intensely, his voice deep and gravely. Tossing my head back, I wrap my jowls around one of his paws, clamping down hard. He let out a screech, his voice shaking my eardrums. Feeling a growl rising in my throat, I began to rake my free paws forward to get my third attacker off my feet. I felt my claws connect with soft tissue and heard the scream of sheer agony of antagonizing pain. The attacker get go, scampering off. The second attacker who was still connected to my tail bit down even harder, beginning to dig their own claws into me. Ignoring it, I tugged at Fresco's paw, feeling his claws in his free paw rake across my face. A warm, sticky substance began to pool out from my nose as it stung with intensity. With sheer rage building up inside of me, I forced myself buck up and onto my feet, Fresco falling over and onto the ground.
Letting out a wildcat call, my vocal chords heavy and raspy. I turned on my feet, lashing out at the one on my tail. Immediately, I went for the throat. It wasn't much longer before Fresco body chucked himself into my side, his claws connecting with my back. By then, I already had my jaws around the neck of the attacker who was on my tail, choking them out. I left them just enough to scare them before letting go and seeing them scamper away.

"What you gonna do about it now, Fresco?" I spat, twisting myself around to shred his ears. He roared, letting go and backing away. Using this to my advantage, I charged at him with sheer force, feeling him collapse under my paws. I bit down on his scruff as he struggled to get up. I let him go, giving him a few nips at the heels before he ran off.

Finally done, I panted. For another night, I would sleep in my den. My burned out shell of a house. For another day, I would live.

[Chippitty]

username: Lyrics
name: João
gender: male

PROMPT:
"There are two ways to fight. Through peace and through war," his tail shifts as the crowd murmurs. After all, this is for everyone. He takes a deep breath. "And this time, peace is not the answer."
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"AYE, WHERE DID THEY GO?!" shouted one of the guards. "Ja, what di-" I put my finger up and silence them.
.... Everyone's quiet....
"Okay...They're gone. Quickly, go to the medic." I look at the mother again and stare at my friend. "Tiburcio! I almost thought you wouldn't open the door!" I laugh. We walk away, deeper into the Blacksmiths Inquiries. The stone stairs are slippery and shiny, like marble in rain. "Ja, you can't keep doing this," he sighs sadly as he lights a lantern on our descent. "You can't keep bringing strangers here." he looks me dead in the eyes and I reach the center table, everyone else is gathering. "They need help.. We have to give them that, Tib." I smile weakly, a map is laid neatly on the table and colored pins trace around it, holding it in place.

"Yes, I know but what if-"
"WHAT IF WHAT?" I laugh, holding his shoulders.
I look at everyone and smile as wide as I can. "Tiburcio we're a family!" I jump on the table.
"Ja, don't-"
"We are a community!" Everyone's getting excited.
"We're the angels of the martial lands."
Cheers roar, echoing through the stone walls
"WE ARE THE BLACKSMITHS INQUIRY! WE NEVER HALT, WE NEVER FLEE, WE BRING RIGHTEOUSNESS!"
The whole rebellion cheers, they slam their cups and repeatedly sing the cheer. I jump off the table. "Don't you see, Tib? So what if we get caught? We are an idea, a winning one too. And we will throw down this corrupt monarchy! Don't you remember what happened to everyone? We are not victims of tyranny but survivors! They took everything from us and still we rise and move towards freedom!"

He shouts. "Stop it, João! You say we're a rebellion but we can barely take care of our blacksmiths. We're running out of metal and food. Don't tell me to remember when you choose to forget what happened to you!" The room goes quiet, I stop cheering. Tib stands... He was always taller."I know you're mother was a great archer and your father a talented blacksmith but what they did was risky, bless their souls. But I don't want you to go through what happened to them when they tried to overthrow the monarchy twenty years ago... You were a kit, even you said you were put into a situation that scared you to this day."

The room goes quieter, murmurs start to form and I look around once again. "What if you leave someone behind also?" He shifts, his hand going on my shoulder. I flinch but rest again. "This rebellion is scary to everyone..." I look at my blacksmiths. "No one wants to fight something as corrupt and greedy as this monarchy... But we have to." I pause again. "My parents left me something though. I have this family. This whole land is my home and family. Their fight became ours! And I'll be damned if I continue to let this family suffer."

I pat his hand, reassuring him that it will all be okay. The north and south rebels have taken down the guards there and given the people their property, we're almost there. I face everyone. "WE ARE BLACKSMITHS, WE NEVER HALT, WE NEVER FLEE, WE BRING RIGHTEOUSNESS!" The place cheers and the bell tolls again... it's not yet twelve.

(598/600)
(I'm so sorry I submitted late I thought I submitted on time but my WiFi decided to submit it hours later I'm so so sorry)

[MelMellyMel]

Marking.. I'll probably just be watching, but I may enter if I come up with something good enough.

[MapleNeko]

username: MapleNeko
name: Clyde
gender: Male
prompt:
Clyde was walking down the street, his head to the ground focused on the path he was trekking and little else. He walked with an annoyed look on his face. Things just hadn’t been going his way that day and he was in a rather sour mood, a dissatisfied frown touching his lips. The streets around him were bustling with happy and loud kalon’s going about their days and he was just wandering aimlessly, thus making him even grumpier. Just as Clyde turned around the corner of the building his eyes opened wide in surprise as he marched head first into a larger Kalon’s chest, stopping his pity party’s forward momentum rather suddenly and landing him on his rump.

“Hey! Watch were you’re going punk!” Clyde looked up to see three kalon’s who looked rather punkish themselves. And all their faces achieved was to make his bad day even worse. Clyde stood up and shook his pelt off , he looked towards the three kalon’s, his expression displaying complete disgust them. After making sure they caught his expression he plastered on an obviously fake and cheesy smile and said “Apologies boys! I’ll be on my way now” just as he made as if to pass one of the punks they stepped back in his path and Clyde bashed his nose into them. “owww” he muttered loudly, knowing full well his nose was starting to bleed “ That’s not very nice” One of the Kalons roughly shoved him up against the building “Were about to get worse if you don’t stop lipping off!” the hostile kalon snarled in his face.

“think very thoroughly about what you’re doing” Clyde said in a deathly quiet voice, he previously sarcastic and exasperated demeanour gone. “Oh I’ve thought it through all right” the kalon hissed in his ear. Clyde took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh. “Damn it I really didn’t want to get in a fight today” Cocking his head and observing his opponents Clyde immediately went from aloof to serious and dangerous. Quick as a snake he through his shoulder into his first assailant and slipped by them deciding it would be better to take out the two side punks first.

They both started as Clyde slid in front of them and leapt. He took the first Kalon punk by the throat and even with his smaller body build managed to pull them off their feet onto the ground with a hard smack. The leader spun around, a shocked expression on his face. Clyde flashed him a quick sneer and then lunged at the second side punk. His head darted under the kalons chin and sharply jerked up. This swift action bashed the other kalons head from the jaw in a swift and pain full motion and they collapsed without a sound. The leader had recovered from his shock and was sprinting towards Clyde just as his other minion scrambled to his feet to try and get Clyde from behind. He froze, not moving a muscle. At the last second possible Clyde dropped to the ground and shot forward simultaneously. The leader punk kalon and his minion crashed in a groaning heap of limbs and hurt pride.

Clyde considered doing more damage but figured it wasn’t worth his time they were trash anyways. He glared at the three idiots and said in a calm and collected voice “Don’t ever harrase me again” and spat at them. Than as if nothing else had happened Clyde continued his walk, with the added contribution of a sore shoulder and a bloody nose.

[zoosea]

Username:
Junemusic

Name:
Andy

Gender:
Male

Prompt:

Andy is probably one of the most daring nerds I've ever seen. Not hesitant at all, he will state himself bluntly to friend or foe. Not caring whether he'll have bruises on his face the day after. Andy really doesn't like fighting. His mouth can be uncontrollable, causing sarcasitic remarks to trigger the jock at the school or even Andy's friends. It is surprizing he has any. Andy is constantly misunderstood and fighting appears to be his hobby. He's tooked marshal art classes because his best friend was tired of defending him. After that he was good to defend himself. It changed his personality almost completely.

Andy will start off making a smart aleck remark, usually when the offending kalon is being stupid. After that he lets the offender throw his punches, dodging, not really caring.

But Andy ALWAYS let them throw the first move. Making it so he does have a reason to defend himself.

His favorite fighting technique is his big mouth. Whether it's trying to intimidate, defend, or offend, that is his weapon of choice.

[SilentMelody]

oops, forgot to enter. good luck to everyone!!

[owlcoholik]

username: owlcoholik
name: jet ? switch ?
gender: male
prompt: