[parker;]

quick mark

[alpenglow]

username: alpenglow
kalon name: sangre
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mark!!

[sun struck]

username:
kalon name:
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Mark perhaps~

[Marsh]

Mark - I might have an idea!

[Kyar]

W o o f

[cribunni]

♛ username ♛ aloe~

♛ kalon name ♛ Alter Nightingale

♛ prompt ♛

Here we are folks, and what a wonderful night it is to be here!

Two tall figures stood on opposing sides of the dirt-floored ‘arena.’ It was large; 40 feet across at least, and in a circular shape. There were rows of rickety benches all around the curve of the arena, currently filled to the brim with shouting spectators. The show was sold out this moon, as people had been hearing rumors of the fight for weeks. It was to be held on the blood moon, something that only happened every couple of years. The owners of the arena (which was located under an abandoned farm house in the outskirts of town) made big bucks advertising a once-in-a-lifetime fight. Most were there to bet on the winner, but some came simply for the thrill of it. Alter came here for that purpose.

On the right we have your champion, Blaike!

The crowd cheered, their screams echoing throughout the hollowed space.

And on the left we have a new comer! Say, what’s your name challenger?

The crowd silenced gradually, until only whispers remained. He could feel thousands of eyes bearing through his skin. “Call me Alter.”

The crowd cheered once more, although this time it was more of a mocking sound. Laughter rang out around the arena, and he could see Blaike grin under his hood. The crowd expected him to lose.

Alright! Blaike, Alter, remove your jackets!

Alter ripped off his jacket, Blaike doing the same across the arena. They cast the black jackets to the side, their eyes scouring their competition as quickly as possible. The bell rang out.

Start the fight!

Everything around him seemed to go quiet and blurr out. The cheering crowd evaporated into silence, the bright lights all around him disappearing as he fixed his full gaze on Blaike. Across the arena, Blaike pushed off the wall with his paw, propelling him towards Alter. He took up a sprint towards him, going for a head on approach. Predictable. Alter timed his move, right up till Blaike came in at about 6 feet from him. He ran to meet him, grabbing the arm Blaike threw up and using his weight to throw Blaike to the ground. The noise came back into effect, the announcer screaming through the mic. The owner obviously wasn’t happy that Alter might actually have a chance. They held the fights against the raining champs so people could come watch an innocent Kalon get beaten. Alter wasn’t taking it easy. Blaike lept to his paws quickly, setting his heavy frame into a defensive posture. Alter did the same, and they slowly circled each other. They bared their fangs like rabid dogs, eyes glowing in the flickering arena lights. Blaike lunges forward, taking Alter by surprise. He rammed into his shoulder, smashing him against the nearest wall. Alter grunted as Blaike pushed him further in, scraping at his shoulders.
Alter reared his leg up and kneed Blaike in the gut, shoving him backwards and into the ground. Alter leapt on top of him, digging his elbow into Blaike’s shoulder blade. Blaike yelled out in pain as he kicked out, knocking Alter off of him. Blaike straddled Alter’s legs, swinging punch after punch and making his mark each time. Alter could hear the announcer yelling joyously, the crowd cheering and clapping.

Suddenly, Alter’s eyes began to glow, the markings along his body brightening the ground around him. He growled low in his throat, a powerful arm coming up to snatch Blaike’s wrist as he made another punch. Blood trickled from Alter’s nose and mouth, adding to he effect. Somewhere outside, the blood moon rose high above the tree line, setting the sky ablaze. Blaike scrambled away from Alter, panic in his eyes as he slowly began to rise off the ground. Alter walked briskly towards him, Blaike slowly raising his hands in surrender. Too late. Alter swung his arm back, throwing the punch hard against Blaike’s jaw. Blaike fell to the floor with a thud, a few people from the audience leaping down to make sure he was alright. Complete silence. The announcer came over the speaker, his voice quiet yet intrigued.

Ladies and gentleman, we have your new champion. Alter, the Blood Moon Prince!

The crowd cheered, their voices blending together like an ocean.

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♛ extra ♛ Alter collected the money he had won from the bets (The competitor who wins receives all of the money bet against him) and left shortly after the round ended. The audience stayed to watch the side matches, people smacking him on the shoulder and congratulating him. Alter left the arena, trotting up the carved dirt stairs. He walked out of the barn door, the blood red light of the moon illuminating the smile splayed across his face. The grass beneath his paws wilted, his eyes reflecting the same red glow as the moon.

[Kassypen]

username: Kassypen
kalon name:
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[Wolfycat101]

username: Wolfycat101
kalon name: London
prompt [700 word limit]: Wild side (singer???) <3
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[Sinful_Lies]

username: Sinful_Lies
kalon name: Ostepeo (Pronounced: ah-step-e-o)
prompt [700 word limit]: WIP about living in the forest
extra [optional]: Art

[moondust405]

username: moondust405
kalon name:
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