Forced to Fight (Open)

[wingfeather]

Revenge growled and barked fiercely, he was one of those dogs that always made a lot of noise when they were riled. He could feel the thick sticky blood oozing through his heavy pelt and saturating his fur, causing it to matt horribly. When his opponent spoke Revenge's attention was suddenly snapped and his snarling lessoned considerably. He was tired, wounded, and hungry, and suddenly the thought of sinking his teeth into another dog's flesh was not what he wanted anymore. His rage had dissipated. His master yelled and screamed at him to jump and shred the other dog but his ears were suddenly shut to the din surrounding him. His eyes suddenly locked to Varkado, there was not a drop of desperation in them, but he was done, he wanted out. Letting out an ugly snarl he jumped at the Shepard dog but pretended he miss calculated and missed, throwing himself off balance and landing in a heap of muscle and fur on the ground, his whole side exposed and vulnerable.

[tenebria]

Muerto's thundering charge was suddenly cut through by a calm, all together much too all knowing and prideful tone of voice. Grinding his claws to a halt before he reached the chain link, he slowly turned his head, pale eyes glistening in undisguised broiling spine chilling disdain and anger. His eyes quickly assessed the dog, and he knew from it's stance that it was the type that thought itself all powerful and wouldn't be easily shaken by any such charges as he was contemplating. He stalked over to the side, his eyes not moving from his target until his muzzle was pressed against the cage. "If I meet you, without a cage between us, you will not live to bark again" he said in a low almost calm tone, but the death threat was clear. His lip curled slowly, gleaming fangs with telling stains showing. "Listen around you, this whole place is a ruckus. Only a deaf dog would point a single one out" he said, although really being called a ruckus was a compliment in a way. His pale eyes however, showed no amusement in this thought. Any wise dog would avoid him after that. But who was to say this dog was wise? Most with that stance that he met were simple country dogs who believed in quick fair fights and such foolishness. A sharp strangled sounding voice echoed from down on the floor, low and yet cackling. His ears flickered in the only sign he gave, although the grating sound of the well known voice sent his claws clenching into the wooden floor. That rat was going to get it one day. And he'd be dealing it, oh yes he would. 

[tenebria]

Kali's ears pinned even more as the sharp high pitched growling indicating aggression began echoing from the females around her. Such fools. She laid her head down, blocking out the noise dully, and just waiting for the nightmare to be over. Until a condescending voice spoke to her. She lifted her head, eyes flashing with anger at the words. Was this dog pretending to be some wisdom giver, some friend? What a farce. "Keep your advice to yourself, this isn't my first arena" She snarled, her words coming out dripping with more venom than she'd intended, or even knew she had to give. Sharply she turned her head away, ears pinning in pent up frustration, as well as thrumming anxiety. The thing was, she didn't care if it would attract attention from the other dogs. Every dog here would be fighting tooth and claw for their lives, what did it matter if she didn't engage in the tough outlook for one night? And then suddenly, a dark voice slipped into her thoughts, like a tendril of blackness spreading through her heart. Her ears flew up, her nerves stiffening then thrumming with adrenaline. She knew that voice. She'd heard it. It had been burned into her memory. Muerto. He WAS here. A snarl grew in her throat, adding to the hum of snarls surrounding her. She would make that fight hers. Somehow.