Feral Heart

     Turkey's silver eyes became relieved when more dogs came. Good thing it wasn't canceled, she wanted her snake to be in top condition for betting. She would have to bet it carefully, it was one of her better catches. Actually maybe the first time she caught a snake.
     It was still small but Turkey was content with it. More shadows lined up around the ring, moonlight turning their pelts silver. She sat on the dark end, preferring it because it hid her harness. It was bright and didn't look right in a place like this but she was like any dog that came.
     The reptile felt like leather in her mouth, probably very hard to chew. Turkey didn't want to let it out of her mouth until betting. She was afraid another dog would steal it. Walking towards the betting line she sat at the end but quickly sat up again as it moved.

     Her eyes opened slowly and her vision was still blurry. A dark shape moved and she was confused what if was. When her vision cleared she sprang up and barked as loud as ever. It was a snake hovering its head only a whisker-length in front of her muzzle. The legless reptile hissed at the large dog.
     Turkey swung a paw at it and dazed it. The snake's eyes couldn't see right, flicking his tongue in and out her tried to locate the one who had hit him. Swatting at it a few more times, Turkey watched it move slower. When she decided when it was safe she grasped the snake and swung her head as hard and fast as she could. Biting her fangs down into her foe.
     Dropping it the snake didn't move. It was a small snake, only as long as her tail. It had black scales now dripping with it's blood. Sometimes it jerked but Turkey knew it wasn't alive. Picking it up she looked to the sky.
     It had began to get a orange-ish hue to it. Deciding her snake was a far better bet than a squirrel she wanted to use it. She would eat the squirrel later after the fights were over. Trotting she neared the warehouse. Turkey was still quite a ways off though, but she still kept a steady pace.

     Carefully picking up her prey she walked slowly back to where she lived or hid her catches. In a park under a hollow in a tree she tucked the squirrel. She was too big to fit in it. Some bones lay inside it from a long forgotten kill she made when she first became a stray. Licking her muzzle, Turkey glanced around. She might have some time to sleep in the sun for the rest of the day and still make it to The Warehouse.
     Quickening her pace to a jog, (o3o) Turkey let the afternoon scents drift over to her. Looking around for a suitable place to sleep, Turkey looked every which way she could. It had been a few seconds before she spotted a cluster of rock bathed in sunlight. Her ears perked in excitement, this would be a perfect place to sleep the rest of the day.

x3 Okay.))

     Trotting around a corner of a fence, Turkey sniffed for signs of a rat or hare. If she couldn't find anything she wouldn't have anything to bet. Flattening her ears in frustration she sniffed closer to the fence. Suddenly a scent hit her, a squirrel. She moved a little forward and spotted it. It was gnawing at some seeds it probably stole from a garden. Freezing she watched if carefully. It had only just started it's meal. In a blinding burst of speed she was soon snatching it in her jaws. Turkey was careful not to damage it too much.

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Name: Turkey

Breed: Husky/Golden Retriever mix

Age: 4 1/2

Gender: Female

House Dog or Stray: Stray

Family: Siblings: Lemon - She stayed with her house folk instead of becoming a stray. Cyber - He lives with Lemon. Parents: N/A

Fight Wins/Losses: None yet

Spectator or Fighter: Spectator

Appearance: She mainly looks like a husky with no traces of a golden retriever. She has a red harness that is just a little too tight but she doesn't mind. She also has silver eyes which is very odd for a husky.



Personality: She is quiet when you speak to her but when cheering she is one of the loudest howlers. When she bets she often brings rats so she wouldn't lose too much. After leaving the ring it would be very hard to speak with her. Occasionally she visits her siblings.

History: She was born with her siblings as house dogs. As she was growing up her owners were always amazed with her silver eyes. They put on her a red harness a little before she was fully grown. She left her household when she hearn of The Warehouse and bid her siblings a farewell. As she grew her harness was slightly too tight but she could never figure out a way of taking it off. It didn't have a name tag so her owners could never find her unless she willingly went back herself.