[The Warehouse]:: Fight Dog RP ::

[Jackkdaw]

X3 Welcome!

[wolfbeat]

Thx ^^))

Acetyl trotted through the long grass outside the abandoned warehouse. She sniffed the air. Blood. She licked her maw, her ivories shining in the moonlight. She would fight tonight, the fifth round, with whoever would happen to fight with her. Whoever would dare.

She was late for the fights. Ace loped up to the door, and entered. She took a seat in the front row, forcing back others. She barked eagerly, as the dogs fought eachother. A wonderful sport, fighting was.

[Jackkdaw]

Manasa scowled at the huge black wolfdog as he returned to his perch atop the crates to oversee the next round. Scrunching his muzzle, the coydog glanced down at his still shivering friend. "C'mon. Let's get outta here before we cause trouble again..." He muttered, baring his fangs in disgust towards the Judge for the whole situation a few minutes prior. Tyson reluctantly nodded and inched after Manasa, tail and head down.

[wolfbeat]

The female wolfdog spotted some strays trying to leave with out being noticed. "Here, take my seat," she said to a small white terrier, who gladly obeyed. They looked like a coyote/dog hybrid and a pitbull hybrid. She stopped the coydog with a large front paw. "Hey, where ya goin'? Don't ya like the fights?" She stopped to make sure the 4th round was still going on. "Hey, if ya stay longer you kin see meh fight."

[Jackkdaw]

Manasa skidded to a halt as a canine stopped him and rolled his eyes. "Of course I like the fights." He started, in a snappy tone, already annoyed from his situation with the Judge earlier. "I'll be back tomorrow, my friend and I are just getting the hell outta here now to avoid 'getting into more trouble,' as that dumb wolf-dog put it." He rolled his eyes, shooting a quick glance of disgust back at the Judge who was supervising the current round before snapping his attention to the fae. "So move it.. " He muttered, shoving past her. Tyson stared at the female, ears laid back. "Don't worry about him. He's just in a bad mood." The boxer yearling murmured with a brief smile before trotting after the coydog.

[wolfbeat]

The female wolfdog followed them outside, her brow raised. "Oh yeah? Well, DUMB wolfdog right? Am I a DUMB wolfdog?" The femme shook her large head and went back inside.

Inside, the judge called out the next contestants, "Acetyl the Wolf-Dog and BS the Pitbull/Doberman come to the ring!"

Ace trotted into the center of the ring, to face her opponent, who was slightly smaller than she was. The pitbull planted his paws, growling, then rushed forward in an attempted attack. Ace crouched, then leaped forward when the pitbull rushed towards her, her front paws reaching forward. Then, just when the two were about to hit eachother, Ace twisted her body, ending up passing by, her claws raking across the pitbull's body. BS skidded to a stop, growling in anger. He ran forward again, only to be swiped aside, in the face, with a large paw. He retreated, now using his only usuable eye, his right, to guide him. He ran forward again, his last attempt to kill, himself not wanting to destroy his pride. This time, Ace lunged too late, and BS gouged her slightly, in the side. She snagged her "fierce" opponent with her claws, and ripped his throat. She raised her head, nodding.

The judge barked, "Acetyl the Wolf-Dog wins!"

Half of the stands rose into a medley of barking and yipping and howling. Acetyl howled along with her alliances, celebrating her victory. She then stepped off the ring. The little white terrier was there, happily yipping along with all the rest of them. She smiled at the little terrier, taking a seat beside him.
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(new char)

Name: Bien
Breed: West Highland White Terrier
Age: 3
Gender: male
House dog or Stray: stray
Family: none alive
Fight wins/Losses(If any): none
Spectator or Fighter(May be both): spectator
Appearance: little white fluffy dog
Personality: very caring and friendly, proud of his best friend, Acetyl, eager to please
History(Optional): eh, just read the rp

[Jackkdaw]

(Accepted. X3)

Manasa let out an annoyed growl and stopped go glare at the fae. "I wasn't talking about you, mutt. So run along now." He murmured rolling his eyes before turning around and starting towards the exit again. Tyson flattened his ears and shot one last apologetic glance at the female wolf-dog, pausing his steps for a moment. "Tyson, c'mon." The coydog barked over his shoulder. The boxer flinched a bit at the brute's snappy voice, but quickly dashed after him.

[sparticles]

Katier continued padding down the street letting out a sigh, leaping off the curb she quickly padded across the road. Cars seeming to not care and dash past. Sighing she trotted onward only to see a flashing light. Yelping as she flew acorss the road and landing at the side. Opening her eyes she let out a snarl as the car seemed to have zipped away. Lifting to her paw she shook off her fur and leapt up the curb, yelping again as a pain shot through her paw. "Damn jerk! No fighting for me for a while!" She snapped at herself at began limping down the street towards the alleys.


Torreto watched as two new canines entered the ring, a sigh escaping his maw "Last fight then I'm off.." He muttered with a yawn as he placed his paws on top of the barrier and watched. His tail wagging in amusement as the two dogs began to thrash around, snarls escaping their maws and the dogs in the warehouse barking and chanting. The large white brute let out a piercing howl and began to bark; then watching as the fight slowly ended. "Good fight.." He muttered and turned away shoving past the crowd and heading towards the door.


Inca watched as the two large dogs battled it out in the ring, excitement glowing in her eyes as she chanted along with the other dogs. Many barks and snarls escaping her maw as she watched the larger dog attack: raising a brow as her head tilted. One last howl escaped her maw as the fight stopped, her head nodding at the fae as a well done, a grin plastered across her maw as her tail continued to wag.

[the-hunna]

Name: Akula
Breed: Tibetan Mastiff x Wolf.
Age: 2.
Gender: Female/Fae/-Removed by moderator-
House dog or Stray: Stray.
Family: Lion - He lives in a weird laboratory.
Fight wins/Losses(If any): 2 - Wins, 3 - Losses.
Spectator or Fighter(May be both): Both. ^.^
Appearance: http://images.china.cn/attachement/jpg/site1007/20130206/001aa0ba3c6a127c344e07.jpg
Personality: Akula is usually quiet and is the one that most are scared of..
History(Optional): (I'm too lazy to think..)

[Jackkdaw]

[[Hehe, welcome, mon ami!!! -Huggle- X3