Fight of My Life~Accepting~

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((Imma just have a random, non-rp'd dog for this fight in the arena))

Boscoe was thrust into the arena. He looked up, glad of all the attention. There were tons of people, handing over money, betting. He growled, racing around the cage and barking like a madman at the people. He challenged the opening in which the other dog was sure to come out of. Soon enough, he did. A medium sized, stocky dog with a smushed in face. Boscoe howled with pleasure. FIGHT! A bell rings, and all exits are closed off. Boscoeroars, leaping after the dog, ready to begin his killing. His barks can be heard through the entire building.

Baxter's ears lift up, hearing Boscoe's bark. He wonders desperately what's going on, and why he can't go watch.

[meveh]

A chill pulsed throughout Fallon's entire body. He knew a dog was about to lose their life....he layed down. As he began to think about it..he really hated killing. The only reason he himself did it is because he wanted his life. Does that make me selfish? He thought to his miserable self.

[yaksha.]

Winter finally cleaned the last bit of blood from her fur and sighed, laying down. She knew that if she ever slipped up, made the tiniest mistake . . . that it was all over. The she-wolf had seen it before, when she had escaped. As she had searched a a way out, she had seen one of the most vicious fights, and it'd always remain in her mind. A human had called down to one of the dogs, and it had become distracted. The beautiful female had had her life torn away from her right then and there.

Winter shivered at the thought, wishing she had kept going. Made she could've made it out. But a few workers had spotted her and now she was stuck in this place of torturous and murderous dogs.

[yaksha.]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SHq1Yvw ... laynext=14

(This video reminds me of this roleplay)

[Dumezil]

((@Iversoon:
Your were accepted, I just forgot to put your dogs on the front, lemme go do that right now))

Rishka glanced over, seeing a...normal looking dog. (Aster) "You seem to be the only sane one in this place." She commented, with a light smile. "Hello, my name is Rishka."

Boscoe growled, turning and twisitng as he was taken away. "Yes! Yes!" He grinned, happy. Another fight. Boscoe lived for this. The moment in the arena, where it was your life, or the others. Boscoe always won. Always.

Baxter watched with wide, sweet and innocent eyes as Bsocoe was taken away. Instead of being scared, Baxter wagged his tail, thumping it against the concrete. "See? He's happy! I don't see why you are all so sad! He's happy so why aren't you I mean he looked like he wanted to go with the human and he was having fun and stuff and anyways where are they taking him it can't be far can it?" God only knows if Baxter would ever cease talking except for the day he died. His mother had said he was talking from the moment he was born.

Aster looked up when she was spoken to, in surprise. Her gaze was still cautious but she couldn't help but give a small friendly flick of her tail. "We seem to be a rare breed in this place." Her voice was soft but clear, almost as if she had just woken up. "Rishka." She nodded in acknowledgement. "I am Aster." She glanced over at the other dogs before quickly returning her gaze to Rishka. "Will they give us water, do you know?" She asked.



Azbo glanced down at the spot he had previously been licking and instead bit at it, making a funny face as he tried to grip it between his teeth. His tail stil wagged and his body was at ease but he wanted out. He needed to stretch, power forward, reaching toward the enemy. There were too many other dogs here and it would probably be a while before he got loose from here. As time passed, there would probably be less and less, though. Vaugely, he wondered what had happened to the dog that they had just taken to fight. Was he dead yet or had he killed the other dog?

[yaksha.]

Winter looked at Azbo, who looked so content and happy, as if this place was his home, and they didn't fight him. "Lucky," she said bitterly, thinking about that day again.

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Rishka smiled. "Rare indeed." She murmered sadly. Glancing over as Aster asked about water, she sighed. "They hardly ever do. Maybe after a few days....it's horrible."

Boscoe luges at the dog, biting into his side, before dancing away again. The dog howls in pain, and laughter erupts from the stands. Again, Boscoe leaps forward, pushing the dog to the ground. He mangles one of his legs, and rips one of his ears to shreds. Then, after the dog slowly gets up and lunges towards Boscoe, the large Doberman leaps, fastening his teeth into the dogs neck. The dog wails once, and then is dead. Boscoe backs off, covered in blood. He howls in victory.

[spiff]

ｓｈａｒｄ lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala❃ we're all a little insane in one way or another❃

"Oh. My. Goodness. Will they just shut up?" The Korean Jindo shut her eyes and moved as far away as she could from the other dogs. Resting her head on her paws, she opened one of them lazily and observed the ruckus with an expression of mild disgust on her face. "It is positively insane how they go on day and night, blabbering like that." But then again, you did need a little insanity to survive in a place like this, she thought wryly.
Bored and annoyed out of her wit's end, Shatter let her thoughts wander. When would her next fight be? She was itching for a bit of action, even though action at Death-Palace nearly always involved a death. Hopefully hers would not occur some time soon. She had never liked the killing much; though she had tried so hard to harden her heart against it, it always came as a blow to the gut when she saw a helpless fighter lie there bleeding slowly to death, or when she watched the body of a fellow dog go limp, never to breathe again.

[yaksha.]

Sparrow turned around several times in his space. This place is truly horrific, he thought. His claws clicked on the stone floor as he walked. No where was safe anymore. They could take you at any moment.

Winter hated killing, but how was she supposed to survive. She had yet to see any humans 'breed' any of the other females, and she didn't wish that fate on anyone.

(It's gonna be sad when friends are placed against one another to fight. )

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Olivia lie sadly in her cage, overlooking the other dogs. They all seemed to look so helpless. "There's nothing you can do to stop it....you might as ell accept the fact you'll die one day." She called down in her sweet voice. Olivia herself was a pretty, and would never go in the arena. But that didn't mean she as happy. Just safe. Olivia hated killing, and she hated this place.

Boscoe was brought back by four workers, holding him down and dragging him back. He was crazy, trying to get away, snapping at them. He was comepletely happy that he'd won this fight, but he wanted more, more blood. This fight had been so short. He looked down at himself as he was chained up, and the workers left. Boscoe was covered in blood. He let his head back, and howled once more, before lying down on the cold cement and watching the others.