[The Warehouse]:: Fight Dog RP ::

[duna the killer]

(Not much with my characters either, just Dakota returned from the fights, Bluejay turned 1, and Dakota announced to the family he is fighting tomorrow night)

Dakota was woken from his sleep at happy yipping and paws and teeth battering him. Grumbling he woke up, "W-What..?" Bluejay was jumping around, his tail wagging and his jaws in a big grin, "Dakota! Guess what day it is! Huh, huh, huh?" He ran around Dakota in circles. Dakota muttered,
"What day is it?"
"It's my birthday! I'm one now!"
"Oh really? Happy birthday then."
"Only one more year 'till I get to fight with you!"
"Is he one now?" Spirit walked into the alley, a large bird dangling from her slender yet powerful jaws. Dakota nodded, and Spirit dropped the bird infront of the excited yearling, "Happy birthday, Bluejay. You eat first."
"Yay!"
"Maybe, Bluejay, I can take you to the Warehouse tonight."
"Rearry, Akota?" The pup managed to say with a mouth full of meat. Dakota nodded. He decided that if his brother was going to start fighting, he should be taken to the Warehouse to meet all the dogs and see what it was like coming everynight and winning and losing food.
(I am going to do an App. for Spirit and Bluejay)



Name: Bluejay
Breed: Pure Rottweiler
Age: 1 year old
Gender: Male
Housepet/Stray: Stray
Win/losses: None
Spectator/Fighter: He cannot fight yet, but he plans on doing so when he gets older
Appearance: Picture
Backstory: Bluejay was born in an alley with his family. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father died much later. Dakota, his older brother, was old enough to fight, so he fought in his father's place. Bluejay plans on joining Dakota in a year.


Name: Spirit
Breed: Pure Rottweiler
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Wins/Losses: None
Spectator/Fighter: She doesn't go to the warehouse, but when she does she spectates
Appearance: Picture
Backstory: Spirit was the younger sister of her and Dakota. She was a natural stalker and hunter. So her mother taught her and Dakota how to hunt. When Bluejay was born and her mother died, she hunted for the family, her father using a bit of the food to bet and earn even more food. When her father died in a fight, she fed Dakota and Bluejay with the meals she caught, along with the meals Dakota won. The trio currently lives in a tipped over, lidless, dumpster in an alley only five minutes from the warehouse.
Other: None

[duna the killer]

Bump))

[duna the killer]

(Is anyone going to post? This is a good rp and I don't want it to die)

[Senrova]

Try not to post 3 times in a row plz))

[sparticles]

((Jim said he won't be posting as its a birthday weekend...))


Inca trotted through the streets, her head held hight. The young rottie peered down an alleyway seeing a few dogs crowded around but deciding to not get involved she continued down the long lit up street, her stumped tail wagging as her claws tapped against the concrete ground her dark pelt being visable under the street lamps.


Katier let out a sigh as she exited the building, barging past the large metal doors and coming into the yard. Few dogs seeming to be outside a growl rumbling up her throat as she squeeze through the tight gap. Her tail wagging as she turned right and headed across the street. Few humans looking at her but just walking past; she was surprised they didn't give her foul looks as usual. The brindle canine continued through the half lit up streets.

[wolfbeat]

(Bump)
(Can't post right now. I'll do a post later asap.)

[Jackkdaw]

((I'm bayack. I miss anything? o3o

[duna the killer]

(No, other than I posted an app for Spirit and Bluejay, Dakota's siblings. And happy late birthday!)

[Howl at the Moon]

Avalanche walked home from the emptying Warehouse. He got a round tomorrow night, so he needed to practice. He arrived at his home. His home was an abandoned cottage. It wasn't very big, but it had more than enough room in the backyard. He walked in the collapsed door. He picked up his mouse that he had put on the coffee table, and lay down, gulping it down in a few bites.