[The Warehouse]:: Fight Dog RP ::

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Katier heard the announcement for the next fight her tail wagging as she shoved back into her spot, a male doberman seeming to snap at her and shove her slightly. Toppling over a little she whipped around and snarled looking at the male, her lips curcled as snarls rumbled up her throat. "Watch it, mutt!" The doberman grunted looking down his nose, chuffing her head back a chuckle escaped her maw. Then snapping her jaws shut and peering at the tan and black canine, trotting forward she looked up slightly at the brute "Mutt? Please, I'll use you as a chew toy!" She growled shoving the brute a little. "Your just a pathetic, small dog, so I suggest you move on. Half pint!" He snapped. Curling her lips once more the brindle fae snapped "Half pint? I'll snap your legs you mutt! Or should I get that akita to 'Killer'!?" She snarled anger filling her eyes. The doberman seemed to let out a snarl and take a step back "Yeah, what ever runt! Have your spot, its stupid anyway!" He snarled "That's what I thought!" She huffed and watched as he trotted off. Rolling her eyes she turned around from the second row and waited for the fight to start.


Torreto remained in the front row his tail wagging in excitement for the fight starting, his ears flicking at the conversations that were happening near him. Whipping around to spot a wolf hound tampering with the coydog and the boxer. Snarling he lifted to his paws and snarled, turning slightly to face the large grew houd. "How about you pick on someone your own size you over grown rat!" He snapped spitting slightly as a growl rumbled up his throat. He glanced at the young yearling for a moment who seemed to have frozen in shock, the coydog standing up for him; guessing they were pretty close. Whipping his head back around he peered at the grey canine.


Inca remained in the stands, her tail wagging as she waited for the next fight to start. She peered around waiting for the judge to announce the start and the canines to enter the ring. Her eyes peered at the blood stained ring and something buzzed through her "Hopefully I'll be there soon!" She smirked imagining herself fighting in the ring.

[Jackkdaw]

As he snarled, another voice caught the hound's attention. With a sneer, he turned to face the male who had spoke up. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, chew toy?" He spat, giving the brute's chest a shove with his enormous forepaw before snarling back at the cowering boxer and snarling coydog. Manasa shot a glance at the Akita, but quickly reentered his glaring focus at the enormous wolfhound in front of him.

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The akita stumbled backwards slightly as the wolfhound shoved him with an enormous paw, snarling he lunged forward snarling, his tail flicking in slight annoyance. "How about I rip your throat out, you mangy mutt!" He snapped shoving the brute then looking at the cowering boxer. "Picking on yearlings? Really shows your a 'big dog' doesn't it!" He muttered in a sarcastic type of way as he looked back towards the ring making sure the fight hadn't started; then peering back at the surrounding canines.

[duna the killer]

Dakota turned suddenly as the sound of snarling to his right. He walked over to see a boxer pup standing up to a wolf hound. Dakota watched the two snarl and snap at each other, then Manasa join in. Dakota barked. But suddenly a large form stood over all of them, "Stop this!" The booming voice of the Judge echoed throughout the room. His wolffish head turned to the wolfhound, "You! You fought outside the ring last night!" The judge lunged for the wolfhound, clamping his jaws over his ear. Dakota's eyes widened as the judge made the wolfhound look like a puppy. The judge let go of the dog, "Out! Do not come back until tomorrow night!" The judge snarled. Dakota held back a giggle as the hound slunk out, his ear bleeding. The wolf dog whipped his head around to face the young boxer, "And you, why is a yearling like you doing in the warehouse? Cause any more trouble and I will kick you out of the warehouse, like the wolfhound!"

[Jackkdaw]

Manasa couldn't help but smirk as the Akita shoved the brute back. Quickly, he snapped back into an aggressive stance, baring his coyote-like fangs in a snarl. As he was about to make a move of his own on the wolfhound, the booming voice of the Judge made them all freeze. "Ha! Mutt." Manasa snickered at the grey brute as the Judge booted him from the Warehouse... Again.
Tyson began to relax as the troublesome wolfhound left, but as the Judge turned his anger on him, he ducked down until he was in a submissive bow, whining. "Y-yes s-sir." The boxer whimpered in fear. The Judge's reaction to the yearling visibly angered Manasa and he shoved his narrow body between the huge wolf-dog and his friend. "Hey! He didn't have anything to do with this! He didn't cause trouble on purpose, it was that damn mutt you already kicked out!" The coydog snarled, standing up for the yearling, no matter how intimidating the Judge was.

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Torreto snarled at the wolfhound his eyes narrowed as he got into a bowing position as if he was ready to pounce, a large canine then shoving past him and latching onto the canines ear. Smirking he rose to a dominant stance and peered down at the wolfhound who remained cowered on the floor, then turning as the judge spoke harshly to the pup. He hated it when older and larger dogs picked on the younger and smaller. His eyes narrowed again as he slowly turned his head to face the judge, smiling as Manasa once again stood up for his friend. Huffing he turned to face the judge, his stance still tall as his tail wagged slightly waiting to see what the brute would say next.

[duna the killer]

Dakota watched as the Judge attacked the wolfhound, then spoke harshly to the pup. Suddenly Manasa stood between the Wolf-dog and the boxer pup. Dakota's eyes widened, as long as he has attended the Warehouse no one had stood up to the judge. Dakota was snapped from his thoughts as the Wolf-dog snarled, "I don't care." He stood dominantly, adressing all the dogs in the room, who had all gathered around, "Everyone! If you don't want to end up like the poor mutt who was kicked out, follow the rules." Dakota lowered himself, the Judge's voice scaring him. Even though he was fierce in a fight, the last thing he wanted was for the Judge to get mad. He slowly walked back to his seat, to find Rusty as excited as a pup leaving the den, "Oh. My. God! Dakota did you see the Judge maul that dog?!" Dakota snorted, and nodded. He then placed down his betting ticket, and seeked out the judge. He was walking back to the crates. He turned, seeing Dakota, "What is it?" He muttered. Dakota nudged him a mouse, "First round tomorrow night..please." The wolf-dog took the mouse, "Thank you and ok." He trotted off, Dakota then walked back.
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Once he reached his seat he heard the judge announce something more, "Everyone, Round 4 has officially started! Feather the Alaskan Malamute, please come to the ring! Tripp the American Foxhound please come to the ring!"

[Jackkdaw]

Manasa flattened his ears and bared his teeth in a snarl at the large wolf-dog who towered before him, straightening up with a huff as the brute turned and padded back to his crates. "Stupid jerk." The coydog spat under his breath, shifting his glare from the Judge over to Tyson, who stared wide-eyed at the brute in the distance, frozen for a moment. "You alright, kid?" Manasa questioned with a yip, giving Tyson's shoulder a gentle nudge with his forepaw and smirking. He shot a glance at the Akita nearby who had intervened and dipped his head in a silent thank you.

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Torreto looked at the wolf-dog who was a bit larger than him, his brow raised as he continued to mutter on. The male akita let out a snarl as he padded away. Huffing a little he turned and watched as the wolf-hound crawled past the crowd with his head down. Smirking he then turned back to the coydog and the boxer; wiping the grin from his face. The yearling still seemed a little scared from the situation as he stared wide eyes at the judge, guilt filled the akita eyes as he still seemed a little stiff. Torreto peered at the coydog who nodded in a 'thank you' a smile grew across his maw and he nodded back. Sitting back onto his haunches in the front row seats still near to the two, his tail gently thumping the ground as he watched the dogs enter the blood stained ring.

[wolfbeat]

Name: Acetyl
Breed: wolf-dog hybrid
Age: 4
Gender: female
House dog or Stray: stray
Family: none that she remembers
Fight wins/Losses(If any): none in these fights
Spectator or Fighter(May be both): She lives to fight.
Appearance: deep black wolf, with a leather collar with real metal spikes, left from her previous owner (before she ran away)
Personality: very friendly with few, nice with some, curt with most, very aggressive towards all the rest, has a particular weakness for pups and her very close friends
History(Optional): find out in the rp muahahaha