Fight of My Life~Accepting~

[Dumezil]

Azbo watched, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Of course not!” He said in response, noticing that she seemed edgy but choosing to ignore it. He thought little of the fact that he had seemed to put her at unease, not even really realizing it. Lucky for him, Boscoe had not heard the little “pretty” comment. He would have undoubtedly repaid Azbo for it later.
Because she had not denied it, Azbo figured her name was Shard. It was an interesting name. Sharp. Like she was. “My name is Azbo, in case you didn’t know.” He said, not ready to let go of the conversation. His tone was light and it may have appeared that he was making fun of himself. “THE Azbo. You have heard of me, yes?” He did not even appear to have noticed that the human had walked into that room. That would change if the human tried to touch him, though.


At the words “fight”, Aster’s mind wandered slightly. What if she was placed against Rishka? Even if she didn’t, what if Rishka was killed in the near future? Aster felt suddenly protective, a strong trait of the pitbull breed. The female had been the only one who had shown her kindness so far and Aster was afraid that if she was alone with some of these dogs, she too would go insane. Rishka seemed tough, though, although reluctant. Like Aster. “Have you fought at all, yet?” Aster asked, careful to keep her body and gaze turned away from the human. She didn’t want it to notice her. The young one, Baxter she believed his name was, kept making a commotion. If he wasn't careful he was going to get noticed pretty quickly, or at least kept an eye on until he was finally old enough. Aster balked at the thought of him in the ring. He was far too small and she had never seen a succesful fighting dog of his breed. Then again, she hadn't known many fighting dogs up until now.

[.:Transferring:.]

((Can you please put that on your form, then?))

Rishka nodded slowly. Her eyes were sad and calm. "Many times before. These scars...." She slowly uncurled her body from the curled up position she had been in. Her body was covered in scars. Her nose held a many on it, and her face had many around her beautiful blue eyes. "These all remind me, of what I've done, who I've killed. But they also remind me, that I have survived." The adult husky wolf mix said quietly.

[Boo.]

ok sure, after how should i start?

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((Please use (()), [], or OCC when talking out of character. And you can start by having your dog either in a cage or chained to the floor.))

[Boo.]

((ok sorry and thanks))
Fell tugged angrily at the chain. His green eyes, glowed in the dark, damp room. It was cold. Fell yanked at it as it choked him he snarled annoyed.

[Boo.]

((ok sorry and thanks))
Fell tugged angrily at the chain. His green eyes, glowed in the dark, damp room. It was cold. Fell yanked at it as it choked him he snarled annoyed.

[meveh]

(Pssh, I aint copying Sakorians format....pshhh >.>)

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Fallen sat, motionless. His eyes suddenly turned dull, no longer their usual, bright brown. His heart sank. Sitting their on the cold, bloodstained floor, he realized for an instant that he had never known anything other than fighting. Fighting consumed his life...his soul, even. This realization made him determined to escape. To run wild. To be free. There was something boiling in the pit of his stomach; he was unsure whether it was anger, excitement, or fear. Maybe all three of them. He yanked on the chain noose round his neck. He had to escape. Had to.

He shook his head angrily as the chain dug deeper into his neck. Who am I kidding? He thought. I can't escape. No one ever has. No one ever will.... His mind ws telling him to stop trying, but his heart said to keep moving forward. He hated this about himself. He was so split personalitied. As he thought about all his flaws, he began to become angrier. He decided he would make a plan, to escape. But he needed recruitments. I need to find someone on my side... He thought. He sat down, calmer this time. Once again, he peered around at the other canines. Surely, at least one of them doesn't want to be here...

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(Psshhh...no....pshhh ^-^))

Olivia glanced down through the mesh at the bottom of her cage. She stucker her head out the side of it, through a small hole, and glaced around. She glanced at Fell, trying to get free. "You do know, that it's impossible to escape? I've seen many a dog try. All they do is end up getting tired and hurt. I've tried myself a few times. Nothing works, trust me." She told him in her high, almost child-like voice. It was so sweet and pure, innocent, almost.

((Who's that girl in harry potter with the blode hair and a high voice? The oe thats always talking about nargals and stuff?))

[Gizmutt]

Teddy sat still in his little area. All the dogs moving and creating such a ruckus, all of the visual stimulus was making him sick. He lay down covering his eyes with his paw. He still had no idea where he was. He had heard the term 'fighting' through about quite casually. He couldn't comprehend it however. He did now this was not a good place however. The smell of blood tainted the air, and though he was use to it, it still made him a bit queezy. The image of the hunter popped up in his head, yelling and cursing. He whimpered slightly.

Criminal continued to sit where he was, this time however his attention was set on the peg that held him to the floor. A small smile filtered at the corner of his lips, and with one hard kick the peg didn't budge. He growled what was this contraption. He had never met a man made object that had gotten the bet of him. He would figure out how to get free. He didn't want to leave .. just to get free.

[Boo.]

Fell looked t the female in dismay, he growled and shook his head, his black fur brushed slowly with it. "I will never stop, no one can take me. Ill be free!" he barked furiously and pulled back at the crimson, bloodstained chain. It choked his sore throat and he began to hack up blood and cough. But it made him determined to break free. He barked angrily "Let me out!" he howled. There was a song that constantly played in his head, he was listening to it now the wordas were inspiring it reminded him of what use to be, images flashed in his head of how he lived before. (This is the song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXymRx7zc3s )