Zre flew from her stiff position, manuevering with ease through the sea of humans and canines.  Her devilish eyes roaming her scenery as she darted out of the way from an outstretched hand.  Her coat pricked to the end.  Her lip curled above her dagger like fangs.  Her ears flat against her skull as she readyed herself for the run.  She was in a defencive position.  Not wanting to cause a scene or brew a bloodshed...but also prepared to end one.  She slid past; her claws inlodging in the earth as she twisted to a side.  She disappeared further into Silvergate park before coming to an abrupt halt on a desolate plot of land.  The earth singed black from a fire that must have once burned. 

Moug saw the others run.  Yes.  They sprinted past him.  His relaxed poise on the slab of stone.  He has been here his whole life. Raised from a pup.  He knew all to well that the humans would catch each dog.  He watched the dog called "The Grim"   He knew the bulky man who was left wounded... a common goer to these fights.  Of course "The Grim" was just her fight name.  She had only been here but a year or two and already her name was known to several of the older fighters who remained here.  Small, though.  Compared to most that would share the same blood as her breed.  He saw the dogs called Ralphie and Kalite.  Both quick and fierce fighters.  But he knew.  He knew that none of the dog's here would survive if they didn't listen.

Swift saw a human coming, and she growled before she sprinted out of his reach. "Idiot." she snapped.

(I apoligize for how short this post is.)

((Sorry, haven't been on in a few days, and I caught up.))

Kallik groggily woke up from the hard gras.s she was resting on when a human walked by. Kallik instinctively let out a snarl as she dreaded fighting. He simply looked at her and began walking again. With one last glance, she turned back around again. It was time to look  through trash to see if she if any food was available.

[[ What's with 'Bazinga', tloody? xD Fun made the longest post I can ever recall stumbling across in an RP. o_o Someone make the human do something to Ralphie ;o! ]]

(FEAR. Or OBEY. Or DIE. TEHEHEHEHEHEHH C:< )

Sierra retreated back into her box.  She sat in the back corner.  Now it was time to be careful.  If humans were out there, she didn't want to get caught herself.  She could tell that they were on the hunt for some juicy torture for innocent dogs.

Riker sat beside a thin, small tree.  He was ready to run away if any humans came towards him.  If they did.  If not, he was safe.. in the meanwhile.  It was all the fight for life at Silvergate park for him.  For everybody, he guessed.  Not just him, after all.  Looking over at some other dogs, he tried to as.sess their personality.  Some weren't hard.  Some were tough to analyze, though.

((Omg I love The Big Bang Theory! :D))

After garbage time, Kallik went back to find a box. Maybe she could steal one. With not luck, all the boxes were taken, and the dogs were most likely very aggressive. She let out a small whine as she went back to her muddy gr*censored* patch. Why did she always have to have the worst of luck. Humans walked by her as she just laid her ears to her head in defeat. 

((Adding my male charrie now to my first post. ^^))

((THE BING BANG THEORY FTW!! Edit: Oh hey, I can be human dog-trainer-controller thing! :D ))

As sniffed the box curiously. What if it was a trap to catch her and put her in the ring? She backed away at the thought, tail between her legs. The humans were horrible. They would chase you down on their huge machines, never stopping, giving you no rest. They bruised you, cut you, took your soul, making you go mad.
A bird chirped loudly, and As whipped around.  stop being so paraniod! She thought to herself angrily, taking her eyes off the bird. No dogs had claimed the box yet, so shetook it for herself.
As scent-marked the box, then with a huff, laid down, her intelligent eyes staring into the forest around her.
The hair on As's back lifted. She sensed someone. Not a human, but another dog. She marked the box again, and looked around.Nothing. The only thing that was moving was the bird, still twittering madly.
"Shut up!" She barke, annoyed. The bird glowered at her, then flew away, off to go bother some other not-so-innocent dog.
As would've gone to search the trash-cans for half-aten doughnuts and such, but she felt she must protect the box from other dogs.

((Sorry for the fail. XP))

Zre caught sight of the human's capture of two dogs.  With a look that seemed almost like a smirk, she stalked off the patch of burned ground and crept closer to the humans.  She heard the human's roars.  She knew their bets would be exchanged.  She, herself, bared her fangs at any who approached and ascended the staircase to a low viewing platform that was like a small porch.  She took her seat.  Her tail wrapped around her slender form as her ears were on alert; her fur still pricked in threat to any who dare pick a fight.  Her dark pelt shimering in the dim light of the fights.  Her body stiff and unmoving. Almost statuelike as her eyes glanced through the railing. The echo of the metal bars slamming down was a common occurence in Silvergate park.  It was at this noise Zre watched.  Watched and waited.  Waited for the fight to end.  Waited to see who reined victorious.  She knew better then to underestimate any soul in the fights...but it horrifyed her to know that even friends were paired against each other.  The drive to kill was not strong in many of these dogs.  But it was fear that consumes their hearts.  It was the fear that drove them to kill.  But in some... some like herself...it wasn't only fear.  But it was the merciless devil that perched on her shoulder.  My shoulder.  That taught her to never look back.  Never show guilt.  Never reveal a weakness.  For it was then...it was then your opponent struck you.

Moug inhaled deeply.  Two dogs were just taken.  He reconized them as Ralphie and Kalite.  Both fierce dogs.  Both knew how to fight.  He stood up from his perch on the broken stone bench and crept closer... he could feel the eyes of some onlookers.  He didn't muffle a sound.  He glanced upward...seeing ol' grim watching from a platform.  He glanced at her.  His gaze waiting for several moments.  But for what?  He didn't know.  He knew the screeches of pain would soon echo from the ring.  He lowered his head.  The sound brailed into his brain like a scar to flesh.