[The Warehouse]:: Fight Dog RP ::

[Jackkdaw]

Tyson brought his hind leg up to furiously scratch at an itch on his neck, making the tags on his collar jingle together. "Oh yeah!" He barked, springing to his feet. Manasa pushed aside some squirrels and rabbits until he found what he had decided to use tonight: two hens he had nabbed from a nearby farm. Shoving the limp chickens out of the pile, he worked to rebuild the pile with the prey items he had scattered in his search. Nudging the two chickens aside, he padded over to the open side of the boxcar and sat down, his eyes locked on the horizon just behind the few rolling hills of dry grass. "It's only a matter of time now." He murmured to himself, watching as the sun began to creep lower and lower in the sky, casting its orange glow on the coydog's fur.

[rainbow lion]

     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.

[Jackkdaw]

"C'mon, Ty. Let's go." Manasa murmured, rising to his four. "You carry this one." He ordered, shoving one of the brown hens towards the yearling with a hind paw. Grasping the other chicken in his jaws, the coyote hybrid leaped down and set a course towards the Warehouse. Tyson nodded obediently and scooped up the hen in his broad jaws, quickly darting after his friend.
      The two trotted single-file the fifteen minute travel to the Warehouse. By now, the sun was almost completely down, and darkness threatened to take over the sky. The run down old warehouse appeared slowly through the tall grass, smirking, Manasa picked up his pace, excited for another night of sport.

[sparticles]

Name: Inca
Breed: Rottweiller
Age: She's 2 and a half years old.
Gender: Female/fae/-Removed by moderator-.
House dog or Stray: She is a stray.
Family: None that she can remember.
Fight wins/Losses: Hasn't fought yet, but wants to watch and find new tactics.   
Spectator or Fighter: Spectator, but may take part in some fights when she's older.
Appearance: She has a photo so show her appearance.
Personality: Inca is a very playful dog and she loves running around having fun along with learning a few new things. Her aggressive attitude would make her good at fighting or even guarfing if needed, she can also be stubborn at times but most of the time she tries to please. Her can-do attituce also helps as she reckons she can do any task you put infront of her and she has crate loads of energy so be prepared. She's a happy go lucky dog and will often make sure others are alright, but if your her enemy she will try to avoid you. But that doesn't mean you won't get a small side of friendlyness. Sometimes Inca can have a short temper so be aware.
History: She can't really remember her past, she guesses she was throw out because of her breed, and her parents were fighting dogs.

Name: Torreto
Breed: Akita
Age: He's about 5 years old.
Gender: Male/dog/brute
House dog or Stray: He is now a stray.
Family: Can really remember them but he knows his mother was called Iris, his father Thunder, his two brothers Tornado and Cino. His favorite little sister Tahoe.
Fight wins/Losses: He hasn't fought yet.
Spectator or Fighter: He does both.
Appearance: He has a picture.
Personality: Torreto is a stubborn male who is hot headed and isn't afraid to put his opinion when he thinks its needed. He loves to fight and argue with others to get his anger out, but he also likes interacting with others and sometimes doesn't mean to hurt them. He's just big boned and usually throws his large frame around. Although he seemes like a scary beast he has a soft spot for pups and females so will tend to not hurt them. But he will show no mercy on males unless he takes a liking to them, and thinks they deserve to live unharmed.
History: Since the age of two Torreto lived with a small family who loved him dearly, he loved being the only pet and wouldn't tolerate a home stealer to enter. But one day the family made a bad choice and decided to bring another canine in, he was bullmastiff. Annoyed and aggitated Torreto snapped and caused a huge argument between the two, the couple going frantic as he chased the canine around and attacked him. He didn't mean it he only wanted to hurt the dog, but he hurt the 3 year old a lot more then he intended to. The humans scolded him and beat him to let go after a while he did, the fawn male lay on the ground heaving as he panted cuts and gashes covered his body and blood stained him pelt.
The black-patched akita was locked ouside whilst the mastiff tried to make a recovery inside, but all went wrong and he took a bad turn soon passing away. Hurt and angry the humans recieced a call saying Torreto would be put down they said he was to dangerous to wander around and would cause a lot of danger to others and their canines. Angry that night he decided to escape and live on the streets, soon finding the warehouse that held the fights.

Name: Katier
Breed: Presa Canario
Age: She's about 3 years old.
Gender: Female/fae/-Removed by moderator-
House dog or Stray: Stray.
Family: Mother was named Kita, father was named Kujo, her five brotheres were named Storm, Night, Blade, Crook and Drake.
Fight wins/Losses: She hasn't fought yet.
Spectator or Fighter: Will be planning on doing both.
Appearance: Has a picture.
Personality: She's very stubborn and has a bitter attitude, she's very aggressive and won't tolerate any annoying behaviour. She will attack without a caution being took and when she attacks she usually aims to kill so no ones really to keen on her and often stay a long distance. No one knows the nicer side where she Is loving and won't attack you more like just play. But she is often aggressive and can snap quite easily, she will take is easy on pups but she will also harm if pushed to her whits.
History: Being a dangerous dog breed the breeder who owned them soon got caught by the police and was threatened that all her breed would be killed so including her family. A few days past and the force would soon come to remove the canines from the area and they would be put to sleep, not having any of it she escaped leaving her family and owner there. Now she guesses her family were killed and her owner got a few hard years in prison.

[rainbow lion]

    Seeing a small black rectangle in the darkening night she set course for it. Her snake dangling for her jaws limp. It didn't twitch anymore, Turkey was glad about that. It kinda freaked her out. Trotting through the grass surrounding The Warehouse she saw two other dark shapes.
     Probably just the other dogs coming, Turkey thought as she entered. It was kinda dark but moonlight had illuminated half the ring. She was amazed that no others had come yet, except for the other two shapes she spotted earlier. Usually Turkey was one of the last to come. Maybe she just got an earlier start than usual.

[duna the killer]

Name: Dakota

Age: 3 years

Breed: Rottweiler

Pet/Stray: Stray

Family: ----v
Siblings: Spirit (Small Rottweiler, Female, 2 years) Bluejay (Rottweiler pup, Male, 6 months) BTW: I rp both siblings
Mate: None
Pups: None
Parents: Unknown

Wins/Losses: ----v
Wins: 6
Losses: 4
Total fights: 10

Spectator or Fighter: Fighter

Appearance:

Personality: He is protective of his siblings, extremely fierce in a fight.

History: Dakota and Spirit were born strays. Their father was a fight dog, feeding them with the food he won. When their father died, Dakota went in his place, he had just turned 2. He won and lost fights, but still earned a bit of food every night. One night, Dakota's mother had Bluejay. She died soon after. Dakota promised his siblings he would become a champion in the Warehouse and keep them safe. He, Bluejay, and Spirit currently reside in a tipped over garbage bin missing it's lid, making an entrance to it.

[Jackkdaw]

((Meep, welcome, y'all! ^^ ))

  Manasa eyed the many other dogs who had begun to file into the abandoned warehouse, many of them carrying a dead animal in their jaws, while others carried nothing. Tyson clung close by his friend, glancing around nervously at the others. It was only his third time coming to the Fights. The coydog rolled his eyes at the skittish boxer and shoved into line for entry of the building.

[duna the killer]

Dakota stalked into the warehouse, a mouse in his jaws. He always brought smaller prey, since his siblings, Bluejay and Spirit, could not afford to lose what little prey they had. He walked in, and went straight for the judge and host, a large male wolf-dog. He dropped his mouse and put his tail on it, "I want to fight in the 3rd round.." He muttered. He picked up his mouse, and looked for a dog with some prey that might want to bet. He found a Newfoundland with a rabbit and approached it, "Want to bet?" He looked at the dog. He nodded, "Which dog?" He looked at the ring. It was stained with dry blood. That blood would be renewed tonight, "I hear some Bull terrier is going against a Poodle." The Newfoundland looked at him, "Ok. If the poodle wins, I give you the rabbit. If the Bull terrier wins, you owe me that mouse." Dakota nodded, "Alright." He found a spot with no blood and sat down to watch, his mouse trapped under his paw.

[rainbow lion]

     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.

[duna the killer]

The judge howled, "Betting ends in 10 minutes! The fighting begins after betting is over!" Dakota grunted, and looked at his mouse. Please let that poodle win.. The Bull Terrier and the Poodle were supposed to fight in the second round. Dakota would not have to wait long.