Everything Counts in Battle (Dog Fighting RP)

[amato]

The last moment, Safira heard howls, she understood. She felt the truck roll away and she cried slowly, her howl going on, and on. She wished she could have been saved.

[~Wolf Chick~]

Jenna sat in a cramped up metal cage with a tight rope around her neck. She whimpered and tried to bite through to rope but failed. She lay with her head on her paws in shame and whimpered loudly.

Rocky sat in the cage beside Jenna's and growled at her softly to get her to shut up. "Stop being such a whimp will ya?" he scolded her and rested his head on his paws too.

[~Sarinook~]

Dragon continued to howl hoping to get some humans downstairs and let him out. Once he found he'd attack the human take the keys and some how learn to open a padlock. His howl was loud and firm and he wasn't going to stop.

[Erille]

Digno felt like things couldn't get any worse. she, for the third time that day, was wrong. The door to the cage room suddenly burst open and her owner walked in. He had a smirk on his face and a leather whip in his hand. He walked over to her cage and opened the door. He picked her up by her scruff and carried her out of the door. "Time to make yourself useful." Dingo's owner scowled.

[~Sarinook~]

Dragon growled and barked furisouly at Dingo's owner, he through himself against the metal bars trying to break them, but he knew it wouldn't work. He fell to his side in pain from hitting the bars. Dragon panted heavily and looked at the other two dogs in the cage with him. They looked frightened and stayed near the back of the cage. The room got dark again as the door shut. Dragon closed his eyes and hoped to get out of the change soon.

[Erille]

Her owner opened a door at the end of the hallway. It was a round room with mesh iron fences for the walls. A single spotlight lit up the entire room. It was deserted and bleak. But Dingo knew what was happening. Her owner walked into the room and shove Dingo into a cage. He shut the wooden door behind her and Dingo was shoved into darkness. An announcer's voice blared over an intercom. "Welcome to our thirty-first dog fight of this year!" A dog fight. And Dingo was going to be in it.

[єναи]

Distorted gasped as the cage room she was standing in shut dark. She stumbled in the darkness, and bumped into something. "Ow." Suddenly the lights clicked on. She hit the light switch! She noticed something shiny on a small desk-keys? She leaped grabbed it. Distorted ran to the cage Dragon was trapped in and unlocked it. "Hurry!"

[~Sarinook~]

Dragon stood and felt a bit of pain he ran to the door and began pawing at it, trying to open it, he stopped and paced his mind raced. He bit down on the handle and began to pull it, he was weaker than he usally was so he had some trouble.

[~Wolf Chick~]

Rocky growled as his owner opened his cage, holding a baseball bat in his hand. "Come on boy, time to win us some money." he heard the man say. Rocky hopped out of the cage and shook his fur before growling back at the man.

Jenna watched Rocky and whimpered. How could he be so brave when the man was holding a weapon?

[amato]

Safira was lunged side to side in the truck, and her body ached as it came to a stop. She begged that it would all end now. She pushed against the metal truck walls, and wondered if she could get out. The Doors flung opened, and Safira fell with them. She landed hard on the concrete ground. "Stupid Mutt!" Her older owner screeched, and kicked so hard with his boot. Her shoulder popped, and she screeched with so much pain. The Man dragged by her scruff, and She noticed it was a desolated area, with other buildings. But no one was around. She was dragged into a blank and broken down house. And the air was filled with the scent of dog blood. Where was she?

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Safira whimpered as she was dropped on the floor, and she felt her own blood seep into her own fur. "The dog here is perfect for your money. She will be correct in the marking area of that fight." Another voice said. Safira noticed her bad owner was talking to a man at a counter with a good amount of money stacked next to him. She scowled to herself. She would die today. She dared to look up, and her owner had a smirk like never before. The smirk she knew as her death smirk. The man behind the counter came next to Safira, and studied her slowly. Then a needle was shoved into her next, giving her antibiotics to sleep. And she was plunged into darkness.