Fight of My Life~Accepting~

[yaksha.]

Winter glared at Boscoe. There was something not right about him and she never wanted to fight him. Her crystal blue eyes scanned the others, not sizing them up, rather assessing their words. Which personality did each one have?

Sparrow growled as Boscoe passed by and sat down, his green eyes glowing eerily.

(Should you schedule fights?)

[Dumezil]

Aster swallowed and licked her chops. It was going to be a rough one. “What do they do to you if you don’t fight?” She asked, softer still. Aster wasn’t a coward. Just like any scared dog she would fight when out in the ring. She was still very curious, though. Her strong jaws and muscled body would give her a slight advantage, even if her non-insane personality would not. Pit bulls were bred for fighting and she was no exception. She had simply had a different upbringing that did not require her to throw her body around and sink her teeth into anything with a heartbeat. Aster decided that she liked the other female.


Azbo let go of the cage and licked the roof of his mouth, slightly disgusted. “That tasted horrible!” He mused out loud, his eyes wandering until they lit on something else. “Why hello, little lady!” He greeted the white wolf, Winter, who had just murmured something. He scooted himself as far as he could to the other side of the cage to get a better look at her through the bars. “What is your name?” A wolf could probably tear him to pieces but that didn't stop him.

[.:Transferring:.]

(Nah, they just come out of the blue ^-^)

Boscoe returned the glare, his bright green eyes glittering. He snapped at her, trying to go after her. But even as strong as he was, Boscoe couldn't break the heavy metal chain. "I'll have fun killing you in the arena." He snickered.

Rishka shook her head sadly, pointing her nose up to Olivia, who was peering down through her cage above. "Use them to breed over and over, like that poor one. They're almost always pregant, and the pups are raised to fight." She murmured.

[yaksha.]

Winter growled, her tail raising in aggression. "I guess I'll be seeing you then," she said, her blue eyes glittering savagely.

[.:Transferring:.]

Boscoe smiled, his eyes lighting up. They were filled with pure....joy? He was crazy, absolutely insane. "You'll be feeling me rip the fur from your pelt, and you'll feel me bite into your neck. You'll feel me kill you, Winter." He said eerily. HOw had he known her name? Maybe he'd heard it somewhere, but when he said it, it sounded eerie, creepy.

[Dumezil]

Azbo sighed and gave up. Of course the pretty ones had no time for him. She had quite the tongue in her mouth as well. Ah well. They were talking about boring things like killing now so Azbo turned away, looking for someone else to turn his attention to. Two females, one a white pitbull, were talking further away but he glanced over them. Who to talk to, who to talk to… then his eyes lit on the angry looking Korean Jindo. Shard. “Hello.” He said, biting the bars again in an odd little smile. Sometimes what he thought was charming wasn’t exactly that. “You look angry.” He observed acutely.

Aster glanced up and then away again, shivering slightly. That outcome was even worse than not fighting. If she had to fight for anything besides pure instinctual fear that caused the fight response, she would fight for the sake of not submitting pups to this life. If only the boy hadn’t gotten sick... but no. She would never be able to live in a place like before after knowing this kind of thing went on. She would feel far too guilty. “Where did you come from, if you don’t mind me asking?” She questioned Rishka, trying to lighten the mood but not really knowing which topic to go out on to do so.


(Any new fights soon?)

[spiff]

ｓｈａｒｄ lala❃ there are those who want to escape, those who just want to live, and those who enjoy being in the fighting arena, every moment of it❃

Shard watched Boscoe, an odd, unsettled expression on her face. There were few who truly enjoyed fighting, and he seemed to be one of them. In the duration of her stay, she had noticed there were several types of dogs: the ones who just try to get by, the ones who only want to survive, and the ones who are actually bloodthirsty fighters.
Her attention was redirected to another dog as he spoke, his words apparently meant for her. Azbo, she thought his name was. "Hello," she said, her voice pleasant enough. Her voice remained the same, though there was now a hint of sarcasm as she added, "What a wonderful observation." She eyed his mouth with an expression of mingling curiosity and distaste at the odd smile.

[yaksha.]

The fur along her back prickled. Boscoe was the only opponent she would probably never beat. And in that moment, she made a promise to herself. I will die long before I give you the satisfaction of killing me, you brute! She thought, her eyes gleaming with anger. "Only time will tell, Boscoe. And then we shall see who wins that fight."

[meveh]

(Wow, Sakorian, Iove your format! c: )

Fallon streched, laying down. He peered around at the other dogs. Boscoe is a strange one, thats for sure.. He thought to himself. (Uncreative at the moment >.<)

[yaksha.]

(Nice! ^^)

Winter's eyes stared, unblinking, at Boscoe. She felt her lips drawn back in a silent snarl, as she watched the dog she so wished to kill yet avoid at the same time.