Get Your Asses Out Here! [Anyone]

[Valkyrie]

Valkyrie was pissed. Recruitment was down and it was her job as Underboss to keep fresh meat coming into the kennel. Tyrant would not be pleased if their ranks dwindled too low. There were positions that needed filling and an army that needed building.

Need to find some warm bodies... She knew there were plenty of strays out there to choose from, but Val' didn't want just any raggity-assed mutt joining the ranks of her gang. Even the Punching Bag rank required some kind of survival instinct and skill. It takes a special kind of dog to tolerate constant abuse day-in and day-out without too much complaint.

The akita female moved through the dilapidated, burned-out buildings of Old Market Street, snapping at the few subordinates she found skulking about, decidedly not doing their goddam jobs.

There was a big Fight Night coming up in a week. Another kennel had accepted the challenge from their own and would be bringing their best dogs to shed some blood in the pit. There was no time for even the most low-ranked member to lounge about.

"Get back to training, you lazy bastards!" she shouted over her shoulder, looking back at the terrified silhouettes moving back toward the main compound. Finn and the other weaklings like him would be busy tonight.

She smiled at the thought of the resident "omega" being ripped apart by dogs concentrating on furthering their own skill. Finnigan had once held a lot of promise within the ranks, but his will was far weaker than his muscle, and the pathetic shepherd-dog had crumbled, resigning himself to his fate.

Mental weakness was just as offensive as physical weakness as far as Valkyrie was concerned.

Wiping the malicious grin from her muzzle, Val' clambered up on top of a mountain of crates, eyeing the spread of skeleton-buildings before her. Clearing her throat, the former-breeder bellowed for any creature in the vincinity to hear:

"Listen up! The Old Market Gang knows you're out there, squatting in our territory. You have three choices: One; stay as you are and face death for trespassing. Two; Show yourself before me, now, and attempt to join the ranks. Or Three; Get the fuck out."

There. That should do it.

[Adaelya]

Small white feathered paws tapped the ground in an endless search for a purpose in this never ending life. After surviving her unfaithful death, Adaeyla hadn't understood why she had survived only to be pitted against the world and all it's creatures. Being that she was small, well smaller then most canines or rather most mammals on the planet, the Chion always felt as if she had to prove herself, that she wasn't something to be ignored and pushed around.

Having fought off many beings, mostly rats and some cats, as well as crows, ravens and other types of birds Ada had only once or twice fought against the dogs. I had always ended badly for her, either being chased off or left someplace like a piece of garbage.

All the small dog wanted to do was belong some were...

As a tiny mouse ran across the ground infront of her, the black and white canines ears perked at the bellowing howl that echoed though out the structures around her.

"Listen up! The Old Market Gang knows you're out there, squatting in our territory. You have three choices: One; stay as you are and face death for trespassing. Two; Show yourself before me, now, and attempt to join the ranks. Or Three; Get the fuck out."

Chuckling softly to herself, Adaeyla got to her feet, shaking her coat throughly as her extra wisps of fur twisted and curled with the action. Sighing softly, body low to the ground, the young female crept towards the voice, not sure if she wanted acceptance into this place, but with no humans around as far as she could tell and smell, it seemed like a pretty good idea.

As she peaked out around a corner a great and muscled female dog stood off to the side, her stance aggressive and defensive right off the bat, demanding nothing more then full respect. Crocking her head to one side, eyes narrowed the little canine breathed out slowly. "So she's the one who called us forth. No wonder everyone around here is scarce and timid. Bunch of pussies..."

Padding forward, head held high and tail perked up flowing like that of a horses, Adaeyla approached the fem and smirked softly. "So this be your territory?" She asked carefully, sitting down on her haunches and pressed her forepaws together much like a fox. "Seems to me like everyones scared of everyone else... Such a shame." Pausing and glancing over the female once more, Adaeyla continued. "Why are you so hostile to beings you've never meet?"

[Valkyrie]

If the little feather-furred runt that trotted up before her had said anything, Valkyrie was too busy laughing herself stupid to hear it.

What the hell was that thing? A furry rat? The Powers had obviously gotten very drunk one day when designing the chatty ball of hair and teeth sitting boldly before her. Nothing else could possibly explain it.

Val' actually collapsed onto her belly, legs dangling over the crates as she tried to regain her composure. Surely this... dog wasn't seriously considering attempting to join The Gang? Perhaps Valkyrie was dreaming, or maybe she'd eaten a bad piece of meat and had slipped into some kind of surreal hallucination.

But her attention snapped back into focus when the whelp challenged her tone.

"Why are you so hostile to beings you've never meet?"

In a flash, Val was down on the ground, muzzle-to-muzzle with the impertinent little bitch. Top lip rolled back to reveal long, sharp incisors, the bear-hound let a threatening growl rumble forth from her gut.

"Because, you sniveling moron, I run this place." Along with Tyrant and Junior, the third-ranked female formed a triad of dictatorship, managing the Gang's activities, from the minute to the grandiose.

She snapped her teeth threateningly close to the mixed-breed's own snout.

"Who the fuck are you, you little shit?"

Seeing as Valkyrie hadn't simply swallowed the slip-of-a-dog already, there was obviously something about the ballsy little canine that caught the Akita's interest. Still, the stranger had better answer to the Underboss' liking or Val would soon be partaking in a late-day snack.

[Oh, I'm going to have SO much fun with this character.]

[Adaelya]

A curious face, one of disbelieving and of a slight challenge crossed the petite fem's features as the Akita jumped down off her perch and trust her face and muzzle right into hers. A slight giggle, containing only amusement oozed slowly past her lips as the feathered canine closed her eyes and shook her head. She'd been around too many prick and bullies to give a shit anymore of how upfront or aggressive they were. She only became slightly scared when their teeth would graze her pelt.

"Running it into the ground is more like it..." She pushed very quietly pas her lips, hushed under her breath once more before she looked up and met the challenging and angered glare of the other.

"Who the fuck are you, you little shit?"

"Little shit huh?" Adaeyla mused over this statement for a long moment, tilting her head to the side as she seemed to wift deep into thought. Only after what seemed like to long of a wait did she suddenly snap out of it and growl loudly.

"I am in no way, shit. But, be as I am little, I am a Chion, a Papillon/Chihuahua hybrid and am only looking and searching for a place that wants nothing to do with those furless creature others call humans." The little canine didn't flinch as the teeth snapped near her face, rather she extended her nose and took a quick sniff, almost smiling as she did so.

Temping danger had always enthralled her, ever since that day in the sack, death and danger had been no fear of hers.

[Rovang]

[[Would either of you mind if I joined in? >_>]]

[Valkyrie]

[Please do!]

[Rovang]

An overturned crate, a remnant of a once bustling economy, had been deemed the young male's territory. Of course it wasn't his in reality, but he'd fight for it; he'd fight for anything. It was all he was doing in his life anymore. Fighting was his life.

Breathing out slowly, the young crossbreed's eyelids fluttered softly at the distant sounds of traffic and other shadowed beasts creeping about through the delapitated buildings. Rovang laid utterly still for several more long moments before heaving an irritated sigh, muscled legs shifting fractionally beneath his resting form. With a rough grunt, Rovang slowly stood, giving his stocky body a vigorous shake. Muscles ached from the seemingly endless hours of training he had endured only a few moments before. But there was no reason to complain, no sense in it; such pain was necessary.

Stepping from out behind his shadowed resting place, the boxer and pitbull mix's mismatched eyes scanned the voids throughout the various structures. Sounds of other fighters training, howling to spill blood, rang through out the deserted streets. It sounded like nothing more than a product of multiplying strays, an over-population of homeless canines; to Rovang it sounded like home.

The sounds that had become so natural to Rovang's ears were interrupted by a loud, demanding bellow, birthed from a female's throat. At that command for attention, the fighter's short, tattered ears perked. Valkyrie, the Underboss that demanded immediate respect, discipline and obedience regardless of her gender, and had earned it from many of the fighters that called Old Market Street their homes.

Stiff muscles rippled with each step Rovang took, his pace gaining momentum as he traveled towards the sound of Valkyrie's booming voice. Though he was no newcomer, no trespasser, he was, if anything, curious to see just who the female could 'coax' from hiding. Despite the fact that he hated congregations of any size, Rovang had trained extensively that day, and had found his brief rest interrupted by Val's demands. If he could not rest, then he saw no harm in simply observing for a short while.

After all, perhaps he could prove useful to Valkyrie should any of the newcomers foolishly put their toes out of line. Not that Val couldn't take care of it herself. Rovang knew well enough that the Underboss bore that title for a reason; she needed no extra muscle to be imposing, she had plenty to herself. But still, he might find some entertainment, if one grew too mouthy.

Steps becoming light, Rovang quickly reached the mound of crates Valkyrie had claimed as her outpost. He slowed to a stop, nails clicking faintly on the crumbling concrete, mismatched eyes raising to the female's silhouette. Another individual, yet another female had approached as well, and judging by her near-flippant tone, had little to no idea just who she was addressing.

'Word your sentences carefully, lest you hang yourself with them.' He kept his thoughts to himself, shooting a warning glance to the much smaller, frail looking little black and white canine. As the two females exchanged harsh, sharp-tongued words, he eyed the newcomer closely, before turning his attention to Val's black shadow of a form. Giving a small respectful nod when and if she looked his way, Rovang stayed off to the side, out of the way until Valkyrie's attention turned to him. However, he figured she might just be a little preoccupied with this newcomer for a little while.

[Valkyrie]

Valkyrie would have smacked the so-called "Chion" to the side if she thought it would do any good. However, it wasn't the Akita's style to attack first when outside of the ring. She had a reputation to uphold, after all, and pushing some little shrimp around would only make her look bad.

Val might be crass and quick-to-anger, but she wasn't a bully. Not really.

"Are you braindead or something? There are two-legs everywhere, especially here. Who the fuck do you think feeds us? Dogs don't fight like we do on their own--there's order here, rules, and it ain't no canine coming up with them. You have a problem with the big apes, go shack up in the woods where there ain't nothing but deer shit and badgers."

There. Enough time wasted on the small-fry.

Molten eyes fixed themselves on the male who approached. Now he was more to her liking.

"What's your name, stranger? You lookin' to join up or what?"

[Adaelya]

A low dark growl formed deep in her throat as the bigger canine gave her such a tongue lashing it actually left her speechless for a couple seconds. The whole, who do you think feeds us bull crap and all the shit about rules. Dogs were just as good as making fucking rules and living by them. You didn't need some big motherfucking beast to teach you how to live.

"Bullshit, that's all you and this place are bitch..." The white and black chion snapped lowly and quietly. It wasn't as if Adaeyla was going to hold her tongue infront of some overgrown mutt with too much power for her to know what to do with.

Snorting loudly, not liking how she was cast aside so easily, the little canine tilted her chin upwards and glared daggers at the mighty fem. Only when she spoke to another did she turn her head and crock it to the side.

"So that's it huh? Wow, I would have thought this place would have been welcoming any body from the looks of the dogs around here... Oh well... Your loss not mine." And with that, the ego hound picked herself up and started to walk casually away towards the place in which she had entered, not caring if someone decided to chase her out. She would give them another thing to think about.

[Rovang]

Canine brows quirked in silent surprise as Rovang listened rather intently to the words exchanged between the two females, though he feigned disinterest. Perhaps Val was too quick in judging the sharp-tongued little mix; she could have proved to be a useful spy. After all, hardly anyone would think her to be a member of the Gang, with her appearance. However, it was not his place to question her reaction, especially when he could see where she was coming from.

"What's your name, stranger? You lookin' to join up or what?"

As he was addressed, Rovang's tattered ears perked yet again, blue and brown eyes shifting smoothly to Valkyrie's form while the smaller canine's snipped response rang out and she began to take her leave. Blocky head tilted curiously toward the other canine's exit, eyes flickering toward Valkyrie, as if waiting to see how she would react to such a blatant show of disrespect.

However, he had been asked a question, and considering her last few words, she was in no mood to be trifled with. Rovang doubted if she was ever in a mood to be trifled with. And he decided he did not want to take his chances.

"Rovang. And yes... I'm looking for someone who will let me fight."

[Squeeji]

Lolita had listened to everything with a frown, such spirit. From both females, such behavior was good in the ring, but very bad when trying to encourage membership. The Shar Pei shook her head in what seemed like almost wicked amusement, and stood up from where she had been sitting. Hobbling up on only three legs. With a yawn she followed after the little female. She had the same idea as Rovang but the aged wisdom of a dog old enough and brave enough to speak her mind.

She followed where the young female Chihuahua mix had gone, meaning to speak with the creature in private, that would, at least protect her from getting maimed by any Gang member that had heard the creatures outburst and thought it keen to teach her a lesson.

"Wait up." Lolita's rarely used voice was accented heavily and cracked like a whip though the droll sounds of the Market. But her statement wasn't a suggestion, it was a command. "Why did you back down so easily, when you should have sold her on what you were capable of...hmmmm Chica?" she coughed, and shook her head, there was no sign of kindness on her features, but she did atleast seem capable of smiling, however frightening as it was.

Perhaps her second guessing on the Chihuahua's usefulness would atleast give Valkyrie something to think about, if she she was paying attention.

[Neighborhood Watch]

[I'll post tomorrow, I promise. I'm catching up on character sheets and sketching out p. 4!]

[Valkyrie]

Val snorted and licked the upper portion of her muzzle, a clear sign she was thinking.

"Let you fight, huh? Yeah, I think you'd find Old Market to be pretty accommodating in that respect. Are you any good?"

Now, of course the male would tell her he was a good fighter, because it would be retarded for him to say 'no' while trying to get into this particular gang. She could see from his size that he had the build for it, but there were plenty of big dogs in Old Market and most of them sucked in the ring. Too bad Finn wasn't around, otherwise she'd have this Rovang fellow demonstrate his abilities on the Punching Bag.

Tch. Where is that loser when you need him? Another snort.

"I guess we'll see how you do later. For now you're a subordinate, a rank we call paesan 'round here. Go find someone to train with and I'll try to find you a punching bag to play with."

Her eyes flicked to the newest female to enter her space--this one with a foot missing. Val had a thing for battle-scars; they only proved that the bearer was a survivor and had fought back not only against their attacker, but their injuries as well. Losing an entire foot was no laughing matter. Perhaps if this old broad was a scrapper, she could at least teach her skills to those coming up in the gang. Putting her in the pit would be disastrous and while Tyrant might allow it, their humans would not.

"Hey Grandma!" she barked. "Leave Shortstuff alone. I'll finish with her later. You here for the Gang or are you just senile and lost your way?"

[Squeeji]

"....Si es Abuela?" Lolita turned, a cruel smirk on her features, how cute, the little perroita thought she was clever. She didn't seem to hobble when she came over, her injury came young, and she grew to ignore it. "Ahhhhh hahahah...I see, well, yes I lived plenty long, you think you have enough luck and skill to be here the same?" These fighters were weak in brains...no wonder they needed new blood. Did the smart ones die off? She chuckled, "And I am to assume you're the brains of this operation chica? " here was a bit of a smirk on her muzzle.

Valkyrie was not impressing her with her little girl tough attitude. "Why you think I'm here perroita? For my own good? No...I fight, no matter if you think I'm part of your little club or no. You should know that. Or don't you muss up your pretty little hide with such bothers as fighting?" Lolita was just teasing in return, and if this little hotblood took it in insult well then, that just lacked an important element of living on the ropes...don't take things too seriously...because you'll never make it out alive.

The shar-pei eyed the pretty little Akita up and down, sizing her up, seeing what her next move would be.

[Neighborhood Watch]

[Its a catch-all thread. Canon characters and OCs are welcome and if an OC wants to get in, they'll have the opportunity.]