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Post by Klomonx on Dec 30, 2009 1:34:26 GMT -5
((OOC: Open for all Ex-Fighting/Current Fighting Dogs. Hugo is quite prejudiced against them and I'd like to see how this goes.)) The blind Sheepdog stood with his paws firmly planted in the cold grass. He could tell that night was upon him, everything had cone silent. His one remaining eye blinked, and he blindly weaved his head around, looking into the darkness as if something was there. Of course, the dog could see nothing, and he knew this. He knew he'd never be able to see anything ever again. The Belgian Sheepdog was as black as the night, hardly anyone would have found a stray dog wandering around the island as strange, that would be, until they realized who he was. Hugo, was his name. However, to all the humans, and to many fighting dogs who had seen him, his name was simply 'Hunchback'.
He walked with his head lowered, his ears flicking around as if they were trying to pick up a radio signal. He inhaled deeply, keeping himself sure that everything around him was calm. Any nearby trees were quiet, and the only sense of security that Hugo had was the grass that he stepped on. It was his only comrade, his only trustworthy partner in this world. Of course, not many could say that they could trust the hunchback himself-in fact, Hugo didn't even have a hunchback, he was given that name for a different reason entirely.
The moon seemed to be full tonight, something Hugo would never see, and had not seen for years. He would never know how bright the day was, or how dark the night for as long as he continued living. Hugo was only a few miles outside of a town in Shikoku. The moon set an eerie glow on Hugo's black fur, and even scarier, reflected off of his glass eye-his remaining eye. His left eye was sewed shut by a surgeon, while it was covered in scars. His right eye was replaced with a prosthetic glass eye, it was pure white and served no purpose, and it two, was surrounded by a scar. His right ear had been cut in half, and had been sewn on by the same surgeon who sewn his eye shut. And that was why he was named Hunchback, for the very disfigurement of his face, that he would never see.
Yet, something in this twisted fellow's mind told him where he was. He was near them. Them! The very creatures he hated, they disgusted him. They were like city rats, only bigger and able to bite back. They were the fighting dogs, or ex-fighting dogs. Hugo kept his distance from the town. Not out of complete fear of the fighting dogs-but of the mixed feelings he got from the humans. Some detested him, hated him. And yet, strangely, Hugo found himself pulled toward them. He blinked again, as if asking himself, 'dare I take another step?'
With a heavy inhale, the B. Sheepdog lifted his paws from the cold earth and continued toward the town. The smell of humans, blood, and fighting dogs echoed in his mind. He was afraid, and yet not so much afraid. He was angry, and yet welcoming. He was one body with two minds, one he had now and one he never knew existed-and like his eyesight-would never know.
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Post by shadow on Dec 30, 2009 2:14:52 GMT -5
Kasumi padded down the streets of the town silently, her head hanging just below her shoulders as they usually did. She was sticking to the shadows, just to be safe. Kasumi wasn't exactly the most friendly looking dog around these parts, and well... it was true. Kasumi was one of the meanest around, the most vicious.
A former fighting dog. Others would recognize her if she wandered the streets openly. The thought that she could even be caught by her old owner crossed her mind when she was entering the small town earlier, but she knew she had to risk it.
There were a few things Kasumi wanted to settle before leaving Shikoku for good, and at the very top of her list was revenge... on her former owner.
If I make it out alive that is, she thought darkly. No doubt my bastard of an owner has a new guard dog protecting his house. And then there's that horrible whip....
Kasumi jerked her head up, standing stock straight for once. Her muscles were tensed as if she was ready to attack, but nothing stood before her except an empty street. Soon enough, her fur started to lay flat as she regained her composure, and Kasumi continued on her way. Eventually, her normal routine of keeping her head down and ears up and alert came back to her, and she once again became lost in her own thoughts.
Perhaps revenge is not the best idea at this time, she argued. These humans have guns. Even I can't out due one of those things.... But I cannot let my human live to see the light of another day. That man and his minions... no all the dog fighting morons in this town... they should all be dead. It would do the world a favor.
Kasumi continued to quarrel back and forth about what she should do with herself so heatedly, that she barely noticed the soft padding of footsteps coming towards her. In fact, by the time she did notice, she was already within sight of the other canine.
"Shit," she muttered to herself. Immediately, Kasumi was poised for attack. A silent snarl formed on her lips so that the dog before her could see to back off, and no other canine would hear. Her teeth glimmered in the moonlight, but the dog before her did not look threatened in the least. In fact, it was almost as if he did not see Kasumi standing there at all.
Suddenly, it hit her. He was blind... but that didn't mean he wasn't a threat. Kasumi had learned early on in her fighting days that disabilities also held advantages. The fact was that this collie probably had scented and heard her from a mile away. His reflexes were probably top notch.
He was still a threat, and Kasumi would not be tricked. Regardless, she said nothing as the collie came to a stop before her. There didn't need to be an exchange of words after all... or, at least Kasumi hoped.
It was either fight or move on peacefully, in her mind.
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Post by Lyca on Dec 30, 2009 13:03:29 GMT -5
In the shadows just outside the town a young doberman pinscher stood staring with hate in his eyes for the town.He still wore the metal chocker collar that the humans who owned him gave him.He had a cross shaped scar on his chest and a scar on left eye.He loathed the humans that made him fight others though he knew if he didn't he would be killed.He finally left the life of the fighting dog but now he was drawn to the town that he hated the most.
His muscles tensed for he dared to enter the town.He slowly moved towards the town,his paws padding against the dirt road that lead out of the town.He looked back at the shadows and then back at the town.
He trotted slowly towards the town hoping to not be seen by other fighting dogs.His name is Rouka and though he was a champion for a year of the fighting dogs,he hated fighting and only did if he had no other choice.He hoped that he would not find another dog that was a fighter dog or an ex-fighter dog,he swore not to fight unless he had to.
He kept his head high as to show that he wasn't afraid.As he turned a corner he stopped and saw two other dogs.One seemed to not pay attention to the one that he now stood a few feet behind.This dog that stood infront of him seem to be ready to fight and kill without any hesistation.He backed away slowly hoping that he had not been seen by either dog.He backed up into a trash can and the lid fell to the ground making a clang as it hit the ground.Rouka stared at the ground where the lid laid and then at the dog that he had now hoped didn't hear the clang of the lid.
Though he knew that there was no possible way for the dog not to hear it.
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Post by Captain Stumpy on Dec 30, 2009 14:04:34 GMT -5
Rum had healed from the wounds we'd got afue days ago. Now he had a new respect for fighting dogs, -avoid them- and assassin dogs? -avoid them too- He was happily curled up asleep for the night behind afue trash cans in a narrow ally. Shikoku had been one big disapointment, No girls, No prey what did his master see in this damn island?
Rum was sound asleep pondering a way to get home in the morning, When *Clang!* Rum's eyes opened at the loud sound not too far away from hisown hiding place behind the trash. He pered out to the the back end of a doberman looking at the bin-lid. "Hey Bud? keep the noise down k?" Rum said to the stranger from behind the trash before yawning and retracting back to his hinding place. Unawaire of the other dogs the doderman had seen.
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Post by shadow on Dec 30, 2009 14:51:17 GMT -5
Nothing seemed to be happening anytime soon for Kasumi and the blind collie before her... but she knew not to back down. Her paranoia of others made her beyond ready: her ears were stock straight above her head, her muscles were tensed and ready to leap out and attack, and her nose was twitching in case the wind brought scent of more enemies.
She did not want to fight.
But she was not optimistic enough to see another way out of this situation. Her optimism failed completely though, when a loud clanging erupted beside her. Kasumi glanced to the side warily, making sure not to take her eyes off of the blind collie. Two dogs stood perched in an alleyway by a downed trashcan.
Kasumi took another glance at the collie, and then turned her body towards the other two canines, this time letting out a vicious snarl that could be heard. There were already too many dogs out here for her to handle, but Kasumi was too egotistical to let them see how nervous she was.
She remained silent after her warning snarl, her ears swiveling from side to side to make sure the collie was not going to move and attack her and her eyes pinned on the two dogs in the alleyway.
Come and fight me or go away, Kasumi thought to herself. There was no need for words. She hardly spoke as it was to anyone, let alone strangers.
Her body craved for a fight as it did in the days where she was in the rink, however, her mind knew it was a terrible idea to fight three dogs at once, and as much as her body physically was ready to lash out, Kasumi was mentally not prepared to fight them. She didn't want to fight them, and yet... she did. The conflict was almost too much for her to handle, and Kasumi was about ready to give in to her instincts if something did not happen soon.
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Post by Klomonx on Dec 30, 2009 18:54:26 GMT -5
((This thread would go a whole lot smoother if we followed a posting order. Me-Shadow-Lyca-Capt. Stumpy, seems to be the posting order for this thread. Because Shadow just posted, Lyca should post next, and then Capt. Stumpy-and then we will continue from there with the correct posting order.)) Hugo found his paws touching the cold, hard ground. He walked slower, he was no longer far from the town, but in it. Near the humans which he was unsure about, and within range of the creatures he hated. The fighting dogs, the ex-fighting dogs. The blind sheepdog continued to flick his ears as he walked in a straight line, not wanting to wander into the street where a car may come by. Hugo was not stupid; not by a long shot. He inhaled, the wind had changed. He paused, and became more alert, his ears were erect, and his glass eye widened.
'There's someone out here, I've been spotted.' Hugo inhaled deeply, it was another dog, a female. He couldn't tell much else, but he walked onward. He had no idea if this dog was a stray, a pet, or a fighter. It would be wrong for him to jump to a conclusion. He feared fighting as much as he wished to fight and get rid of all the fighting dogs he met. He walked somewhat toward the scent, and was about to cross into the street when he scented another shift in the wind, and a vibration in his paws. He jumped back, his tail shot up for a split-second before it all happened.
The clang, and another, new voice. He inhaled again, his posture becoming calmer, his tail dropped, though he stood with his head facing in the direction of the trash can. He scented two males, and again he was unsure if they were the hated scum he knew. Hugo was not a dog who hated others-with the obvious exception-even if they hated him, Hugo had the odd sense to never want to cause them harm. Hugo twisted his head back to the female, he had heard her snarl. It was a warning. Was it to him? No doubt he had been seen, he was, after all, something to be feared with his disfigured face.
Inhaling again, making sure that no other sound was coming, he took a few, small steps into the street. He lowered his head to the ground, and flicked his ears left and right. He sensed for vibrations in the earth, and the sound of tires. Hearing and feeling none, the blind dog crossed tentatively, as if he was on ice and afraid it was about to brake. Making it to the other side of the street, he stopped dead when his paws touched the sidewalk. His ears flicked around again, and he inhaled. He was right between the female and the trashcan dogs. 'Damn.' Hugo thought. He had himself trapped, and he turned to the female, and growled. "Who are you, and what do you want?"
Hugo did not speak in a way that begged for battle. He spoke in a way to secure himself from battle. If this dog was not a fighting dog, he had no intention of harming her. He did not want to get in the middle of any scruff she was going to have, as even the blind dog could tell by the sounds she made she was hostile. The two with the trashcan he was not as worried about. The key red flag in his mind, when linking dogs to be fighters, was their hostility.
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Post by Lyca on Dec 31, 2009 12:45:35 GMT -5
Rouka didn't understand why this other dog came and stood between him and the female who seemed to want to fight.Rouka lowered his head as to show respect to the female and the other male.He had ignored the dog behind the trash cans for he was more concerned with the dog infront of him at the time.He laid his ears flat on his head hoping that his presents would not cause a scruff between him and the female.He may at times want to fight but only to see how strong he is and to see if he needs to train to keep in shape.He wanted no part in a fight now at this moment.His mind was wild and crazied for he didn't know why he was back here in this town.He wanted to what drove him here and at this moment he knew if he didn't stand up and explain hiself to the female and the other dogs there might be a battle.He looked at the black colored dog that stood before him and though he wanted to speak,he found himself unable to do so.
For this reason he didn't know why.The question of "Who is this male?" raced through his mind.
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Post by Captain Stumpy on Jan 1, 2010 5:06:15 GMT -5
Rum was rather unsure of himself when he heard the gorwling of the famale, he certainy didn't want to scrap with any more dogs in Shikoku, they were all far more experienced than him.
From behind the now distracted doberman Rum saw a black shepherd stand his ground to the she-wolf thing. The wolf thing was both larger and stronger looking than the old black shepherd. "Old man watch what you say" Rum said getting himself out of the trash and trotting beside the black shepherd with his head down. He didn't sound thretening as he spoke, if anything it was the consurn for the old black shepherd that could he heard most.
Once Rum was beside the black shepherd he could see the damage to his face, he cringed a little when he looked at it, but then kept his eyes on the wolf-thing.
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Post by Klomonx on Jan 2, 2010 13:35:25 GMT -5
Hugo's ears flicked, he heard the dogs behind him react his appearance, and he knew well that they had seen his disfigured face. Hugo was not a dumb dog; he knew his face was not the most pleasant one to behold. He turned to look at Rum and Rouka, though of course he wasn't really looking. He heard Rum's warning. 'So does that mean..' Hugo turned his head toward Kasumi again. 'She is a fighting dog?' Hugo couldn't tell of course. He had no evidence except her aggression, and she had yet to fling a title about herself, admitting she was a fighting dog.
However, Hugo knew that the dog who spoke to him and the other, younger dog could also be fighters. They all, could have been fighters, and that would mean Hugo was again cornered, as his made-up past reminded him of. Hugo flicked his ears back toward Kasumi as he now faced the other two dogs. "I ask the same question to you two, as well. Who are you, and what do you want?" It was not the safest approach, but it was the quickest way to know if these dogs were the ones he hated or not. If they were, Hugo knew he would have a hard time beating them. If they weren't, however, he had no business being here and would move on.
Hugo knew he was outnumbered, and knew very well that he was in a dangerous situation. If Kasumi attacked him, he'd be forced to attack back. Hugo didn't want to fight unless she was a fighter-and the way the other dogs acted were among the first red flags to spring up in his head. The most dangerous fighting dogs were often well known, and known to have a bad temper. Hugo blinked his glass eye again, he felt very well out of place here. He had both reactions to trust the dogs behind him; but also to fear all of the dogs in his presence. He never knew which side he should go with, his good feelings or his bad ones. The reason for this was his past of being a bait-dog for the fighting, but he would never remember his true past. And maybe, that was a good thing.
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Post by shadow on Jan 3, 2010 4:05:35 GMT -5
"Who are you, and what do you want?" the blind dog asked. Kasumi was taken aback at the question, but did not react at all. The dog didn't seem to be threatening....
But Kasumi did not want to be tricked. She narrowed her eyes to slits, studying the blind dog and the two behind him. Were they with him?
"Old man watch what you say," one of the other dogs whispered, giving Kasumi her answer. So, they were not affiliated... but that still didn't rule out any possibilities that they could be hostile. Kasumi was just acting in irrational fear and self defense.
Nevertheless, something within her felt obligated to answer, "I'm known around these parts as The Black Mist... or I was. My name is Kasumi."
She rose her head a little, feeling somewhat more confident. Perhaps Kasumi had scared them enough so that they would not be provoked and attack her... or even better, perhaps they'd run away if she continued her little show. She lowered her head again, taking a step forward and letting out another vicious snarl, "I don't feel like dealing with you scumbags right now. Go away."
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Post by Lyca on Jan 3, 2010 6:59:15 GMT -5
The question "Who are you and what do you want rang through his head,he had been in many fights but hardly anyone could remember his name.The x shaped scar that was above his right eye was his thrid fight.The cross shaped scar on his chest had been his tenth fight.The three scars on his left thigh was from a fight where he took on three dogs on his own.
"I'm known around these parts as The Black Mist.... or I was.My name is Kasumi."Rouka had heard of The Black Mist and he knew better than to fight this female.Fear began to swell up in Rouka,he wanted to run but his paws wouldn't move.
Rouka finally came forward though he thought it would be best to keep his past of being a fighting dog a secret."My name is Rouka and I've just been traveling around for I am new to this area."Rouka though he was brave,knew better than to underestimate other dogs.
Rouka inhaled deeply calming down and relaxing.He stood firm,his claws dug into the ground for re-asurence.
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Post by Captain Stumpy on Jan 4, 2010 11:42:59 GMT -5
Rum was late to reply, he wanted to know why there were so meny hostilitys on this damn island. "I'm Rum the hunting dog, I have no bissiness here I just wanted a nap till the boats went to the mainlands and I can take one home" He said. As he looked and listende to the others he was quick to realise they had all been involved in fights they didn't get to choose.
"I'm sure none of us mean harm to the other" He said lowering his head to the female and taking afue steps back. "I just want to stay behind those bins for the night so I don't get lost" He said turning to look at the doberman. "As you can see i'm no fighter" He said with a nervous smile to the scared doberman.
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Post by Klomonx on Jan 5, 2010 19:18:08 GMT -5
Hugo would have narrowed his glass eye at Kasumi, if it would have made any difference. In fact, when one couldn't see, any facial expression was lost, and nothing could be found in the glass eye, making it so Hugo's inner-rage did not show. However, how long he would be able to contain it would be something else entirely. He felt this rage, because the second red flag now flipped in his mind. 'So, 'The Black Mist'..she has a title.' Hugo blinked his glass eye, he didn't need too, but it was still a reaction. He growled, darkly, "Well, Black Mist, was that name given to you as a fighting dog?" Hugo's voice was a threat-or was it? She could easily lie, and he wouldn't know.
Hugo then heard Rouka speak. If he could see, Hugo would have easily seen that Rouka had been a fighting dog. So many fights carved into the doberman, but no red flags swelled in Hugo's brain. Still, he had an eerie..sense..not to trust him. The same push-and-pull mindset that confused him beyond all measure. "And your Rouka.." Hugo shifted his weight to face Rouka, and his ears flicked as Rouka shifted. Hugo noticed this, but saw nothing in it, and how could he? He was not in nature-and as such he could not feel what nature may have picked up. He was at a great disadvantage. "you say you are a traveler, but the question remains the same. Were you ever, a fightin' dog?" His voice had not changed. It was still dark and threat-like. The delusional old dog was walking into a trap he had created, all by himself.
Last was the Kai-ken, Rum. Hugo listened as Rum explained exactly who and what he was. Hugo nodded, and did not say anything to him. His business was not with the innocent dog, it was with the rats-with-fangs, the fighting dogs who did this to him. Of course, that was the truth. His wounds had been caused by fighting dogs, and he was an innocent. However, he would never know this. His hatred was brought on from a forgotten past, and a fictional fantasy fueled and replaced it. He would have to learn the hard way, if at all. Hugo truly, was a weak fighter. The only thing to his gain was his resistance against pain.
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Post by shadow on Jan 5, 2010 23:28:02 GMT -5
"Well, Black Mist, was that name given to you as a fighting dog?" the blind collie asked, his tone menacing. Kasumi snarled right back, but was not able to speak again before Hugo continued, "And you Rouka..." he trailed off, turning to the scarred male. "You say you are a traveler, but the question remains the same. Were you ever, a fightin' dog?"
Kasumi snorted, bringing all eyes back to her, "Well old man, this would be plainly obvious if you could see, but that dog's got scars the scream 'fighter' to me. To answer your question, yes, I was a fighting dog. I no longer participate in the rink, and I have no desire to fight any of you myself... but I will if you make one false move. I am not here to loiter. I have things to attend to. A vendetta to settle, if you will. Now go away."
Please, Kasumi added, her mind much less confident then her gruff, threatening voice. If she continued.... the others would back down. Hopefully. She took a step forward, her tail raising instinctively, and crouched down, ready to leap. Her eyes shot between the two alleyway dogs, and Hugo respectively. A low, vicious snarl erupted from Kasumi's chest, making it clear that she was absolutely ready to tussle if they did not get away soon.
She still didn't want to....
But she was too paranoid of the three canines to let them stand there staring at her (even if they were giving her wary looks). Her eyes dilated, and once again, Kasumi let out a growl, but this time, she showed her fangs. They seemed to shine in the moonlight, making it clear that she was trained to rip through flesh like a lawn mower rips through grass.
There would be no mercy. She wouldn't even have to try hard to make them bleed....
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Post by Lyca on Jan 6, 2010 17:00:26 GMT -5
Rouka took a step back for he knew that Kasumi was right when she had said "Well old man, this would be plainly obvious if you could see, but that dog's got scars the scream 'fighter' to me."There was no need to hide his past any longer.He shouldn't have to but he knew that there were ex-fighting dogs who hated other fighting dogs and wouldn't hesistate to kill them.Rouka took another step back after hearing Kasumi growl once.The second time told him that he had warn-out his welcome and without saying a word he trotted down the road,looking for a place to hide so that the collie wouldn't hunt him down for his history.He knew that the collie and Kasumi would more than likely get into a fight and he didn't want any part in it.He didn't fight unless he had to and that was the way he liked it and no one was going to change him.
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