Adaelya
Newcomer
Fighting Flower
Posts: 32
|
Post by Adaelya on Apr 20, 2007 17:09:48 GMT -5
The little white canine continued forth, eyes blazing slightly before she rounded a corner and stopped her small white feathery paws from drawing her forward. A voice, harsh and worn, entered her large black ears. Glancing over her shoulder quickly, the white fem smiled and sat down upon the ground. Finally someone with brains... The hybrid thought as her head tilted to the side and she took in the form of the large canine and her missing leg.
A devious smirk crossed the little ones face as she shook her head. "That Akita is too blind to see what is truly before her eyes so she is an ignorant bitch with no real purpose in life other to fight..." Ada snarled, snapping quickly on the last word and narrowed her eyes. The light hued bitch was calling again and the little canine sighed as the older battle scarred canine got up and walked towards her.
"Shortstuff?!" The half Papillon barked, bristling as she stood. "You'll finished with me later? Pah, I don't think so. I'm through with you, finished as well. I don't need a later. You should talk to the others and hear their thoughts. They probably have alot more brains then you, you ignorant bitch." After her speech the Chion was somewhat breathless, curling back her lips and exposing her teeth in a quick snarl before snapping her jaws with a loud clap. Then she turned quickly on her heels and padded arrogantly behind a couple of broken crates and crumpled boxes.
As the others thought she would have left, she had actually nosed her way under the pile of rubbish and remained, listening the to the rest of the conversation.
|
|
|
Post by Neighborhood Watch on Apr 20, 2007 20:36:01 GMT -5
[Val might have to get... physical with Ada... That kind of attitude isn't going to go over well with the Underboss.... o___O]
|
|
|
Post by Lemon Kangaroo on Apr 20, 2007 21:29:24 GMT -5
ooc: holy crap this has so many replies! 8( i'll try and catch up, wooee.
|
|
|
Post by Neighborhood Watch on Apr 22, 2007 11:24:01 GMT -5
|
|
|
Post by Valkyrie on Apr 23, 2007 20:27:06 GMT -5
Two females giving her lip. Who the fuck did these two morons think they were?
"Hate to break it to you, chica, but I speak for the Boss. It'd be bad enough to face me, but to piss me off pisses him off and while I might honor the bonds of sisterhood by not ripping your throat out, Tyrant would not be so kind."
The Old Market was not a Gang to fuck with, and the Third-seated Valkyrie had fought her way to her position, beating out males twice her size and twice her age. She'd risen from being nothing more than a yearling breeder to one of the most prized fighters in this kennel and one of the most feared through the underground network of other kennels. It was no surprise that The Triad, that being comprised of Tyrant, Junior, and herself, weren't challenged often.
Valkyrie, in particular, was infamous for her penchant for excessive violence in the ring. While Junior preferred to just snap the spine of his opponents with his massive jaws, Val enjoyed butchering her opponents, leaving nothing behind that could possibly be patched up and saved. If a dog or kennel was foolish enough to wager against her, she would punish them to the fullest extent.
"I know a good fighter when I see one and I'd have been disgusted if you just backed down, tail-tucked between your legs. However, you are expected to give respect where respect is due. Mind your tongue, Tripod, or I'll rip it out and add it to my collection, comprende?"
If the three-legged female wanted to stay, it was fine by Val at this point. She'd meant what she said: Cowards slunk off at harsh words or posturing, and The Gang had no room for cowards. Their handlers worked them to the bone--evidenced by their low numbers, and only the strongest survived for very long.
"Make yourself comfortable. If you can find the little piss-stain, our Punching Bag, Finnigan, will be more than willing to accommodate any training you'd like to do. I can't promise that the Two-Legs will fight you with that handicap of yours, but seeing as you obviously have experience, you might be able to work as a teacher to the younger dogs. But who knows? Those hairless apes are unpredictable. They might toss you in against another injured mutt."
She sniffed and bent her head around to scratch behind one ear. There, that was two new dogs in the Gang--both of which seemed promising. The Spanish bitch reminded Val of herself, but older and minus one leg.
Now... where had Shortstuff toddled off to? Val vaguely recalled the pipsqueak tossing another insult in Val's direction, but really, with lungs as tiny as that mutt's, who could be expected to hear her?
|
|
Adaelya
Newcomer
Fighting Flower
Posts: 32
|
Post by Adaelya on Apr 23, 2007 20:38:02 GMT -5
[Did you want me to post? I don't really have much to go off of...]
|
|
|
Post by Neighborhood Watch on Apr 23, 2007 20:45:53 GMT -5
[If you want. I think Finnigan is supposed to be making an appearance at soon... Does Ada still want to be in the Gang?]
|
|
Adaelya
Newcomer
Fighting Flower
Posts: 32
|
Post by Adaelya on Apr 23, 2007 20:50:28 GMT -5
[I'd like her to be... Though... It's going to be a little hard now, lol]
|
|
Squeeji
Newcomer
Not with a bang but a whimper...
Posts: 68
|
Post by Squeeji on Apr 23, 2007 21:02:29 GMT -5
Well, Lolita was pleased that the silly bitch hadn't tried to start something, so she garnered a bit of her respect. "Si." she said simply, the shar-pei didn't back down. Not if she had to, she was bold, but would not scrape in front of this female. Even if she was a boss. She would be respected, not bowed to. After all. Real respect was earned in the ring.
And perhaps the humans wouldn't let her fight. That did not bother her. It was whether or not she could be of any use so late in her life that concerned her. She was not ready to die yet, and she wouldn't die.
"I will do what I have to. When need be." she wasn't one to use words frivolously, don't use them, unless you were ready to eat them. "I will assure that the young will learn well by me." she smirked at Val, and nodded her head.
|
|
|
Post by Doctor Director on Apr 23, 2007 22:19:32 GMT -5
[[Would it be to much trouble if I posted as well?]]
|
|
|
Post by Neighborhood Watch on Apr 23, 2007 22:31:48 GMT -5
[No trouble at all.]
|
|
|
Post by Doctor Director on Apr 24, 2007 19:02:30 GMT -5
A trash can fell over, and the sound echoed in the rather small and dark alleyway that was devoid of most life. The kings that ruled here, besides the canines that stunk of blood, sweat, and other waste, were the rats that skittered about squeaking and hollering in agitation from the loud noise and the sudden vibration sent through their tiny feet and anger from being disrupted in their daily worthless activities. Running about, some in fear, some in self preservation, those rodents would scatter, nearly disappearing in their need to seek the safety of the writhing shadows.
However, one lingered, like most that are often noisy and curious to see what sort of large thing could have knocked over the trash can besides one of their own.
It’s a shame that curiosity does not only kill cats.
Spread digits of black color seemingly fell from the sky belonging to the white ghostly beast that suddenly and quickly fell upon the screeching rat with snarls and deep aggressive growls. It wasn't long before that noise was ceased, cut off to leave behind silence that was sliced through every so often with a sudden squeal of desperation on the rats part or the click-clack of sharp claws across the paved ground.
Then there was that rather loud yell.
The Dogo looked up with one narrowed eye, her lips pulled back in a silent snarl of agitation and annoyance.
This place, it did not belong to her and she was not apart of it. She wasn't surprised or shocked that her presence, and perhaps others, had been found out about. After all, any smart mutt can use their nose; these are the sort of things they were made for. Though the fact that it had to of happened now while she'd been in the process of gathering some sort of dinner irked her just slightly.
The blood coated paw was lifted, and the creature that had been subdued beneath it dragged its limp hind quarters as it squirmed away to the rest of its unwelcoming clan.
Slowly, Director turned around and put her body in motion, leaping back over the can she'd purposely knocked down earlier to approach the source of the sound. Her nostrils flared as the scent of unpleasant things swept over her, the sort of things pups tucked safely and warmly under the breast of their bastard two-legger didn’t experience. She'd smelt worse though, and this atmosphere, this heavy aura of forced survival, it reminded her of home.
Emerging from behind some busted up crate into the area where she assumed the sound had originated from that one grey eye would land upon the dog that was settled on the stack of crates, and slowly that eye would narrow in what must have been thought.
Interesting, this bitch said nothing, only cocked her head to the side before sliding that gaze over to the rest of the party, watching as they came up to gained acceptance into this...'gang'.
With a shake of her skull she moved forward, cautiously, ignoring the sound of the chains around her neck as they shifted as the bullet on the end of it danced and swayed to the walk of her body.
This was a sound and a sensation she had grown used to long ago.
For now, with her blank expression, she would watch as the foul language flew from the muzzles of these dogs and listen to the odd mix of syllables that escaped the crippled appearing one.
When the dog that appeared to be the 'Top' was settled and off to scratching herself, Director would speak, her voice husky and low, her tone calm and yet...something was off about it.
"Good evening."
|
|
|
Post by Neighborhood Watch on Apr 30, 2007 12:39:07 GMT -5
[Imma reply today, I promise. ]
|
|
|
Post by Lysander on Apr 30, 2007 18:56:36 GMT -5
(ooc: I want to bring Lysander into this thread but I'm at a loss for inspiration on *how* right now, so... >< I'll think about it and wait for a good 'moment' I guess... <.<)
|
|
|
Post by Doctor Director on Apr 30, 2007 19:26:28 GMT -5
[[Mmm, yez, postagez >->]]
|
|