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Oh mk then. I guess I'll do that now then X3

Bruce sat in his cage, a bit cold from the winter frost gathering up on the bars. The deep scratches and bite marks from just the other day were just now starting to heal. The mixed breed was thankful for that, but dreading the next fight. The races he could handle... at least a bit better than the fighting. Racing, if you lost you were just beat up. No big deal. Or at least, in his mind, he was used to being beat up by now. He was no stranger to abuse. Although, when fighting it was either kill or be killed. He had probably killed more than a hundred dogs by now just to keep his pathetic life. All because that nagging voice in the back of his brain kept giving him hope something would change. Yet, nothing did.

He sighed. Bruce was beginning to wonder what exactly he had to look forward to in life. Hope still lingered, even though it should have faded away long ago. It was this thin strand of morality that kept him hanging onto his own stupid life. He felt that now, this was the only thing he had to live for. The hope that someday things may change. Things may get better. Dreams, fantasies, was all they were. But there seemed to be some hidden meaning behind all of it.

With all of this going through his head, it was hard to pay attention to the recent fight that had just dissolved thanks to Error. It was also hard to ignore the faint conversation of Basco and Savannah somewhere else in the kennel. Bruce let out a breath, which could be seen as mist in the almost frozen itself air. He sighed and tried to pick the lock on his cage, but it was no use. The slim dog had never learned how to do this, seeing as there was no point if they were probably gonna get caught eventually. Something drove him to open the cage now, though. He had to stop being so lonely. It would be the death of him sooner or later. Once the hope faded away, he'd have nothing left. He'd just let himself die in the ring. At least if he had friends, once the hope subsided he still had something to live for.

He knew some of the dogs around here. Or at least... he'd heard their names before. With a sudden rush of need, Bruce picked the lock again. This time, surprisingly, he succeeded. He was a bit shocked that it had actually worked, but walked out without hesitation. The mixed breed padded softly towards the group, unsure of how he should act or what he should say, just knowing he should do something to be social. What he was doing now, it was entirely against his nature. He didn't normally walk up to others just to greet them. He usually waited for them to do that. This was a different time, though. Things were changing. It was either do or die around here. And unfortunately, even though dying would be easier to end all the pain and suffering, Bruce had a feeling it would be do that won in the end. He had gotten this far into it, it was like the option of turning back had all but faded away.

Mishka felt the cold night breeze of the spring run across her back, making her tense up slightly. The smell of the air reminded her to much of home, the smell of flowers with a small tang of ocean water. But only blood and dry kibble sorrounded her, so she knew she was imagining it, day dreaming. She almost struck herself for doing such a thing, but she knew she needed all of her strength for the future races and fights. She curled up tighter, eyes wide with a unknown emotion, and began to shake involuntarly.




She whispered quitley, to the point where it almost wasn't audible, but she slightly wanted someone to hear it, for someone to listen. As the young female closed her eyes slowly memories engulfed her. Her mom, dad, and sister. They were oh so cruel, and she loathed them. Then, she realised that this place may be better than home, atleast she had a family here.

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Ooc:// Sorry for the long wait. I wanted to go back and reread everything before coming back into it.
Also, Yumi, am I allowed to replace Tango with another female character to make the genders even like they were at the start of the rp. I don't really want to continue with his character anyway.

Bic:// Griffin nodded to Savannah as she walked passed him to her kennel. From the tone of her voice, Griffin didn't want to push her too much into telling him where she had been. Griffin spotted Bruce walking out of the kennels, at which Griffin had to do a double-take to believe that the mutt was actually venturing out of his crate. The Ridgeback was about to greet Bruce when a new scent filled his nose. He turned his head to watch a Rottweiler head into the kennels after Savannah. He was torn about which to go after, but soon decided to meet with Bruce first. After all, Bee was sitting outside the kennels and Mishka was in her own crate. Savannah wouldn't be alone.

He trotted to met Bruce a few feet from the entrance to the kennels. "I haven't seen you out and about for a long time," Griffin said to the mutt with a friendly smile on his muzzle. "What brings you out here with the rest of us?"




Elise laid down across from Sasha while they were both still in the now empty circle. A group of men approached them and Sasha was grabbed and taken away. Elise barely lifted her head as the white female was taken away and shoved into a carrier. She figured that she was just being taken to another fighting ring. But then, Elise was also grabbed from behind and forced inside a carrier.

After the men carried her to another place, they threw her into another cage and locked the door with a complex lock that Elise could not figure out how to open. She whined, not something she usually did. She circled the cage before laying on the metal floor, trying not to listen in on the conversation the humans were having just beyond her cage. She heard a sigh from a cage beside her and, although there was no way to see, she recognized the other dog as Sasha. "Hey, Sasha, is that you?" she called.

Basco felt his fangs grind together lightly as she asked the question, her stance obviously that one of uncomfortable as he scratched his side against the side of her kennel. "No...I'm just a very....well...I'm very careful to be sure that I'm not being used. I want to make sure that everything is going to be right. I hate it here...I hate what they've made me into....and I would rather be dead then used for such purposes. Do you understand that?" he told her quietly, his stance not aggressive but not passive at the same time. The stub of a tail visible moved back and forth without any sound. It was then that he heard approaching feet. Turning on a dime, he felt his canines clench together as two men appeared in front of him.

"Well well...what do you think you're doing out here..." the first man stated before cracking his knuckles, the other reaching for Basco's collar. The rottie unleashed a very threatening growl, but the man continued to grasp his red collar. Reacting to what they were sure to do with him, he let his sharp teeth sink into the soft flesh. The man unleashed a howl of pain before pulling away with many curses.

The remaining male looked back at the dog with a growl that a human could manage before pulling out a small item from his belt. Basco knew what it was, and wasn't ready to accept the discipline these breeders were attempting to enforce. Before the small electrical unit could reach his fur, Basco took one look back at the female he had just befriended, giving her a look of sorrow before he bolted away, the two men quickly giving chase.

(Yeah, that would probably be for the best anyways haha)



Mishka turned over in her cage one last time before closing the door of the kennel, secluding herself even though she wanted to be around someone, to cheer her up. She could still hear Bee and Jack talking about something, her name was mentioned, but the rest was muffled since her mind was to hazy. The only clear thing she could get a hold of was that she wanted to apologize for her rude actions earlier. She pushed down on the ground and got up, her knees almost giving out on her. Her eyes scanned the area for the brindle coated dog, and once she saw him a small spark of a smile fell on her face, but it contorted at the thought of what he thought about her. She slowly made her way to him and tried her best to look him in the eye "Error.." Mishka took a large gulp, trying to summon all of the courage she had "I have to say, I'm sorry for how immaturely i handled that situation, I hope it won't happen again." Her voice was sincere even though she didn't really like the new female.

"I don't want him around her Jack." She growled, her brother cocked his head slightly and laughed. "Okay, Bee, before you go spaztastic on us all again," He laughed once more "Understand that he'd protect her more than anything, and he doesn't show her much interest anyways, so we're safe either way." Bee sighed and pushed her brother a little, making him stumble sideways. He nudged her back playfully and began walking towards their kennels "We out to be getting to bed, we have that race tomorrow, and Mishka has a fight." The young yellow gray hound nodded at Jack "We all need sleep." She muttered, wishing her mornings wouldn't start with lashings and drunk men.

00C || Hope you don't mind me changing Sasha to a American Pit Bull terrier. [ http://www.flickr.com/photos/dancingshiba/5120106292/ ]
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"Hey, Sasha, is that you?"

The female lifted her head, she was relieved to see the face of Elise in front of her. Her tail broke out into a slow wag before it ceased as quickly as it started."Yes. It's me..." Was all she could utter for the moment. Her mind was flipping, turning and twisting. Fear was the one thing that was tugging at the female, normally she wasn't this timid-this vulnerable. But something about being in a cage rattled her spirit, before being adopted she had been in the pound most of her life. Death row to be exact. Finally being adopted was something grand, until she was put out back on the streets for being to 'aggressive'. Humans believe anything others tell them, the stereotype for Pit Bull's was really what put her out on the streets.

The stomping of boots made her ears perk, before a human had appeared and was already opening the door to her cage. Sasha shot Elise feared look before the human was already digging his hands into her black patterned flank. A stern growl erupted from her throat, before she could spin her head around and tear her teeth into the humans hand she was thrown roughly into a ring. Seems they were going to use her for fighting rather than breeding. On the outside of the ring was the entrance to the barn, she could hear two familiar voices. Mishka and Error."We should head back, I have a fight due in an hour", she could easily make out what he said, as his voice loomed closer to the ring. Stepping back, her rump bumped against the edge of the ring. Humans gathered around as if they were waiting for something, something to happen.

Next: Hunter (the wolf)

Bruce kept walking along, but stopped when a slightly familiar voice began to ring in his ears. He turned his head to see... what was the canine's name again? "Oh..." his voice had a bit of a surprised tone to it. After all, he had hoped to find someone, not the other way around. He was thankful though that the goal had reversed itself. This way, it was much easier to converse. "You're..." The name finally came to him. "Griffin! You're Griffin, right?" He asked the Ridgeback as he wagged his tail a few times in delight. It seemed to stop though after only a few seconds.

"I was getting lonely as all," he replied to Griffin's question. "All fighting, no talking, it gets pretty tiresome, you know? I thought I should go out and find someone to hang around with. Maybe then, it'd make my suffering easier." His soft brown eyes turned to face the other male. In just the pupils and irises alone, you could see all the pain he had gone through recently.

Taking a look at his beat up body, it didn't look that ruffed up at first. Upon closer inspection, however, you could begin to notice the toll fighting and racing both have taken their tolls on him. He had light colored scars everywhere, mostly on his chest and legs. Some were barely noticeable, others were as prominent as ever. But even through all of that, somehow he was able to keep a small smile tucked under the exterior.

At last, he finally said, "Glad you came over here." The smile underneath found it's way out. His lips unconsciously tugged at the tips, turning his normal expression to an actually happy one.

Basco looked over at her with relative discomfort. He didn't want to put anyone else in harms way...especially someone who didn't deserve it. "Why are you doing this....if you help me then you could very well be thrown out like I would....or even worse." he asked her through heaving breaths, the stride from their powerful legs carrying them far ahead of their chasers. She led him towards the back area of the barn, and it was an area that he was very unfamiliar with and thus caused him to be even more nervous. When they finally reached what appeared to be the far wall, his eyes quickly bolted to find an exit, but he could see nothing. "Well...what is your plan here...as far as I can see we're trapped like rats." he told her with a rather gruff expression; footsteps quickly approaching as the pair resided in this darkened environment.

He knew that she had his best interest at heart...but he couldn't be put under lock and key again...that was the most horrible experience one free of heart could endure. It was then that he decided within the confines of his mind that death would be embraced quicker then imprisonment.

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Mishka listens as he speaks to her, wondering who struck the chords and composed the masterpeice that was his voice. When he was done he licked her forhead, nothing special, a friendly thing. "I-Be careful." The words slipped out of her mouth, and she almost wished she could take them back because now images of blood dancing across his thigh played in her mind. Mishka sighed a little, her breath lingering in the air for a second or two before turning around "I mean it." Her paws took like stones, betraying her as they slowly made their way to a destination her mind hadn't settling on. She glanced back at him and saw herself running after him, maybe throwing a nuzzle in and a smile, but Error didn't seem like that kind of guy.