Literature
Pushback
Cheers rang out to knock away any silence that would normally inhabit these deep, crystal lit caves. Inside the colosseum the fight was slowly winding down as more and more haedians got knocked out or were too tired to carry on. The large crystals in the ceiling provided just enough light to be able to see, with other crystalline glowing fixtures around the colosseum to shed enough light for the crowds as well. Denver bared his teeth over his pile of golden rocks. He had fought hard and long for them and it definitely showed all over his face and body. His normally orange and cream colored pelt was smeared with both dirt and sweat, and a small amount of blood from both himself and others who had gotten a bit too locked up in a tussle or hit the ground a bit too hard during a fall. His sides heaved as he swung his head back and forth, it had been some time since he had felt so feral. While he understood this was only a game, the brutes took it seriously and he felt as if he was