[The Warehouse]:: Fight Dog RP ::

[duna the killer]

(Murr got a writer's block yesterday so I couldn't post eysterday DX)

Dakota looked above the alley, seeing the sky slightly turning pink. Spirit trotted in, a squirrel and a raven clutched in her jaws. Bluejay, the 6 month old pup, was chasing his tail, trying to catch the stub. Dakota looked at Bluejay, "I will bring those two prey, thank you." He licked Spirit's nose and she placefully nipped his ear, "You better get going tough-guy, before Bluejay gets hungry.. you know how that pup is when he gets hungry."
"I know, put him to bed in a few minutes."
"I was going to do that mind-reader."
Dakota chuckled at his sister's reply. Dakota looked at the sky again. It was turning pink, "I will go early." Bluejay and Spirit bid him good-bye and he set towards the warehouse, the squirrel and raven in his mouth. He made a straight course for it. Once he arrived a couple of dogs were settling in. He made his way to the counter. The Irish Setter wasn't there. He looked around for the girl-dog. She must be on break, or is not here yet. Sudden a voice behind the counter got his attention, "Want to bet?" He looked back at the counter. A golden retriever was sitting there, a collar around her neck. Dakota growled, "Are you a housepet?"
"No. I just use this to fool the dog-catcher."
"OH sneaky! Well, who are the first round fighters?"
"Skipper the chihuahua versus Rusty the Jack Russel Terrier."
"Oh.. This squirrel for the Jack Russel to win." The goldie nodded, taking the squirrel and putting it in a brown shopping bag labeled JRT. Dakota walked back to his spot, thinking about his newly-found friend fighting.

[Jackkdaw]

((It's all good. I've had it bad all week. Mostly because I started playing Assassin's Creed 3 on Monday and it just... took over my life with its awesomeness. But it's all good now. I beat the game yesterday.. so.. nothin' to distract me anymore but my shattered feels for having to brutally assassinate my favorite character in the game. ;-; ))

After a few hours of causing trouble in the city, Manasa had begun to make his way back to his boxcar, noticing the sun had begun to sink. Hopping up into the abandoned boxcar, he nodded a hello to Tyson and instantly headed for the pile of betting prey. Nosing through, he gathered two gophers. "Well, c'mon. We've got a fight to get to." He murmured through his mouthful of fur. The boxer nodded absent mindedly and followed the coydog out of their home. "When do you fight tonight, Manasa?" Tyson asked, his tongue hanging from his slobbering jaws. "Round 3." Manasa replied gruffly, breaking into a trot to hurry and reach teh Warehouse.

[Howl at the Moon]

Avalanche walked confidently into the Warehouse, a robin in his large jaws. He walked stright to the betting counter, and waited for a rottweiler to leave. Instead of the pretty Irish Setter, a female goldie with a collar was standing there, "Where is the setter?"
"Taking a day off."
"Oh. Betting on the Russel to win."
"Ok. Thank you and here is your ticket, come back if the Russel wins." Avalanche took the delecate ticket and walked to a spot beside a beagle. The beagle looked up at him, "Are ya fightin'?" Avalanche looked at the tri-colored dog, "Well, save my ticket will ya? I wanna go talk with the judge." Avalanche pushed the ticket over to the beagle, and ran-walked to the judge, a huge wolf, a retired warrior who was blind in his right eye, "Can I fight first round tomorrow?" The wolf growled,
"Alright." The wolf put a pawprint on tomorrow night's first round, "Come back early to get ready." Avalanche nodded and walked back to his seat, the beagle there with his ticket, "Thanks." Avalanche took his ticket and lay down. The beagle started a conversation, "I am Spot. What's your name?"
"Avalanche. Nice to meet you."
"You too. Who did you bet on?"
"The Jack Russel terrier named Rusty."
"So did I. Hey did you here? Rumor says that a coyote-dog is fighting tonight."
"Really?" Avalanche looked at the smaller dog. The beagle nodded.

[duna the killer]

Dakota looked for Rusty, the Jack Russel Terrier. He later found him talking with the judge. Then he trotted over, "Hey Dakota! I am fighting today!" Dakota nodded, looking at the ring. The blood was drying. But it would be renewed tonight. He looked at his ticket. It was made from a hot-dog wrapper. He lay down, waiting for the round to begin.
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About 6 minutes later, The wolf-dog called Rusty and Skipper to the ring. Dakota bid him good luck, and Rusty trotted into the ring, his small tail held proudly over his body. The wolf dog talked to the two small dogs. When he walked out of the ring, the Terrier and the Chihuahua glared at eachother, then the Wolf-dog growled, "Begin."
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When the two started fighting, Dakota couldn't see a thing. The two dashed around eachother, a brown, white, and black blur. Dakota snarled, "I can't see anything!" First Skipper attacked, then Rusty countered with a nip to the shoulder, then Skipper leapt into the air, but Dakota still couldn't see, despite being in the front row. No dog had said yield yet. The two stopped fighting, and circled eachother. Dakota looked at the two. They were both injured.

[sparticles]

Torreto let out a huff as he seemed to be still quite ammused by the situation at the junk yard, letting out one last chuckle he quickly crossed the road his tail held high and his chest was puffed out. The white canines tongue lolled out the side of his maw as he slowly padded down the pavement. Few dogs seemed to be venturing the streets today and seemed more humans, huffing he shoved past a large man who was slightly blocking the path. "Mutt!" The human scolded and Torreto turned snarling causing the human to jerk up, chuckling he strolled down the hill.

[Jackkdaw]

Manasa trotted in front of Tyson as they entered the dark warehouse. Instantly, he weaved through the crowd to head over to the betting table. The Coydog narrowed his eyes in dissappointment to see the Setter was off duty today. Murmuring under his breath, he huffed and set the gopher on the table. "Yeah, put it on the Jack Russel to win." He said quickly, shoving the meat towards the collared female with disinterest. The fae nodded and passed him the ticket with a friendly smile. Manasa snatched it up in his teeth gently. "Thanks, sweetheart." He murmured before hopping down and quickly making for the ring. He watched the ongoing fight intently, his tail wagging behind him as he barked and howled along with the crowd.

[Howl at the Moon]

Avalanche watched the fight, the two small dogs suddenly stopped fighting, and catiously circled eachother. Then they started to fight again. Avalanche growled as chihwuawua bit the Jack Russel on the leg. Avalanche howled, "Get out of there and finish him, Terrier!" The Jack Russel looked at him for a split second, then wrenched out of the smaller dog's grip. Suddenly they were rolling on the ground. He heard a dog yell the safe word. He placed his front paws on the fence, trying to see who howled it. He saw the Chihuahua on the ground bleeding, and the terrier standing, but bleeding as well. He looked to the beagle, "Who won?" The beagle looked at him, "The Jack Russel did!" Avalanche smiled at his winning, and dashed to the counter. He was second in line. Once he arrived at the counter the goldie nodded, giving him a crow and a mouse. Avalanche happily took it, and trotted to his seat. He placed his winnings down, and the Wolf-dog jumped onto stand, "Everydog, Rusty the Jack Russel Terrier wins Round 1! Please claim your bets and place in bets for the next round, Flower the Pug versus Willa the Pug." Avalanche lay down, his height giving him the perfect view of the ring.

[Jackkdaw]

Manasa hopped on his hind paws as usual, tossing his head back to let out a victorious howl when the canine he bet on won. "Dang, 'Nasa, you're on a ROLL!" He barked to himself, gleefully trotting over to the betting counter to claim his winnings. Gathering the two lifeless gophers from the fae behind the counter, he glanced over his shoulder to hear the next fight's contendors. "Pff. Pugs? I'd get more entertainment from watching grass grow. Those flat-faced mutts can't fight worth jack!" He muttered to himself, obviously displeased with the up coming round.

[duna the killer]

Once Dakota collected his prize, he sat down, and placed his prizes down, Rusty was licking his wounds. Dakota snarled, "Pugs? Why would a dog like that fight?" Rusty shrugged,
"I don't know. Maybe they want to get a taste of wild dog." Dakota smiled at his comment, taking it as a compliment. He chuckled,
"Well, they are chubby, their face is all wrinkles, and they are short legged."
Rusty growled, "I am short-legged!"
"Sorry."
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Dakota rested for a bit, not wanting to bet on this round. Dakota never betted unless the fight would actually be entertaining. Suddenly he heard the wolf-dog growl, "Begin."  Dakota watched the pugs rear onto their hindlegs, snorting like pugs, and paw wildly ate eachother. Suddenly Rusty jumped infront of his face. Dakota howled, "Out of my way!" But Rusty couldn't hear him over the howls of other dogs. "Yield!" Said one dog. Dakota snarled, ramming Rusty out of the way, "Who won?!" Rusty looked at him,
"Why do you care? I thought you didn't want to watch this fight."
"Well, it's a fight. I want to see who wins. Now who wins?"
"I think Willa." Rusty muttered.
"Everydog, Flower the pug won this round." The wolf-dog growled.
"Oops, I was mistaken s-
"Everydog, please claim your winnings and place in bets for the next round, Manasa the.. Coyotedog versus Autumn the German Shephard."
"A coyotedog?!" Dakota snarled, "I am gonna bet on him. He better win!" He ran to the betting counter. Sixth in line. Once it was his turn he put in his raven, "Manasa to win." The golden retriever nodded, and gave him a hamburger ticket. He walked back, and waited for the round to begin.

(Manasa you better win)

[Jackkdaw]

((Thaaaat's riiiigghhhhttt. Bet allllll the foods on Manasa. >:3))

Manasa stayed away from the ring during the fight, greatly disinterested by the stumpy little pugs who were chosen to take the ring. Hanging at the back of the crowd, he sat boredly beside Tyson, who seemed to be enthusiastically involved in spectating, even from his horrible vantage point. "Oh, cram it, will ya? They're just pugs. What are they gonna do? Snore on each other?" Manasa rolled his eyes, expressing an apparent dislike to the breed. The boxer yearling sat down after hopping up to catch a glimps of the slow moving action. "Hehe, they're funny to watch." Tyson yipped childishly, long tail wagging furiously behind him. Manasa blew a distasteful huff from his maw and rolled his eyes again- until the Judge's booming voice announced his name. His ears shot forward in realization that he was up next- and against a German Shepherd. Hopping to his paws, he rolled his neck. "Right, Tyson. I'm gonna show ya how it's really done." I hope. Though he was outwardly cocky and confident, inwardly, he was somewhat anxious about his opponent. Shepherds are no strangers to a good fight- and they are no lap dog either. Gulping, Manasa padded over to the ring, keeping his head high and subtle nervousness well hidden behind a confident expression.