[Sixbane]

-nr weight edit (skinny/lean)
-standard teeth
-standard shine
-common hair
-common fur
-common tail

ends ummmmm august 20th

Prettying up is allowed.
Prompt maximum is 400 words AND 1 art piece
no adding extras

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[center][b]Username:[/b]
[b]Kalon Name:[/b]
[b]What are they hunting?:[/b][/center]

I judge based on idea, character building, and attention to detail

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[SilhouetteStation]

Username: SilhouetteStation
Kalon Name: Keila

What are they hunting?:
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Pack.
Pack.

I stopped, raising my nose and drawing in the scents of the damp forest. Beside me, she did the same. Her long tongue lolled from the side of her mouth, sharp teeth glinting in the early morning sun. She kneaded the ground with large paws, too big for her young body. She was yet to grow into them.

I jerked my head forward, and together we began running again.

We'd been running for days, me and my pack-sister. The flash flood had taken us away from our pack. Each day we searched, and each night we howled, but we were yet to find them. We'd found our old camp, destroyed by the storm, and had only faint tracks to follow them by.

Pack.
Pack.

I could hear her thoughts as clearly as if they were mine. I'd always been able to hear them; that's why I ran away to the forest as a child. I couldn't remember my old life, only the relief at finding the source of the voices. Seeing their eyes, seeing my soul reflected; the pack I had been destined to find.

And now we had to find them again.

Our paws skimmed across the ground. We scented the air, pricked our ears, kept our keen eyes open to the forest around us. We used the skills they had taught us to hunt, except now we were hunting them. Our family was out there somewhere, and we would find them.

Pack.
Pack.

We ran through the dirt, the grass, the streams. Leaped over fallen branches and skirted around trees. Sunlight filtered through the leafy canopies above. In the shade, cold shadows remained. Water still dripped from ferns and bushes.

Then, there, in the mud; the trace of a dried paw print. Smudged, but undeniably wolf.

We stopped. Listened. She raised her head, jaws parted slightly. Suddenly she let out a bark, and bounded forward. I followed on her heels, but moments later we crashed through the undergrowth and skidded to a halt. A gorge stood in our way, and on the other side, forest continued.

She threw her head back in a howl, and I joined her. Our songs, echoing into the empty space, being carried by the wind.

Pack.
Pack.

And then, across the gorge, a faint howl came back to us. First by one voice, and then picked up by many.

Pack.
Home.

[hellb0und]

mark!
- an ex-lover who abandoned them (wants to figure out why)
- parents, who they were told were dead the entirety of their life but later discover
that isn't the case
- an old folk tale kinda thing?? some sort of beast?
- a family heirloom lost centuries ago
please don't steal any of these ideas!

[Yuroshi]

Username: yuroshi
Kalon Name: Malek
What are they hunting?:

I took a deep breath as I stood on the edge of the Cursed Forest, frown marring my face. I'd been hired to find and take care of the evil within it.... the demon, I suppose. They say that it has a mane of the darkest black, and a multitude of hateful rouge eyes, slit like a predator. It walks on silent paws, and leaves no footprints behind.
Overall, I knew it would not be my easiest hunt, especially with the powers that the villagers whispered the monster possessed. But, I wasn't known as the best tracker around for no reason- my senses were heightened, compared to the average person, and I had confidence in myself, even if the parameters of this mission had extra levels of difficulty. Yes, this was a hunt, but not to return a lost one, or to befriend and master a beast. I was supposed to capture this one, a sentient and obviously highly intelligent creature, who for all of its demonic nature had never actually killed anyone, and deliver it to the hateful villagers, most likely to be killed before them. Overall, it... wasn't favorable. I didn't know if I'd go through with it at all, but at least the tracking part, I could do. And so I went in, taking care to mask my scent, to hide my presence as best as I could. Yet it still wasn't enough.. when I found small threads of the dark mane, or saw briefly the predator's eyes flashing between trees, I couldn't help but feel like the creature, whatever it was, was toying with me. And as I woke up one night to see those glowing eyes advance on me, a terrifying growl emitted from the beast's maw as he walked silently over the remains of my dead fire, I knew I could only do my best to escape...
I'd made the mistake of hunting the Hunter, and now? It was I who was prey.

[nyabeille]

res w hunting treasure

[honeycreeper]

Username: Honeycreeper66
Kalon Name: Eros
What are they hunting?: lost and/ or vengeful spirits

- res

[justamindset]

Username: DragonOfEmber
Kalon Name: Lyrcross
What are they hunting?:
Hunting the pied piper who dragged the rats into his land to save his own people.

Wip??

[allu]

mark!

[bluewingz]

Username:
Kalon Name:
What are they hunting?:

Mark x