Basic Form:

Name:Kurun Klaws

Breed:Husky/Jermen Shepard

Gender:Male

Looks:

Personality:Though he seems sweet and cuddely he has won battles before, though he was raised at a gruesome puppy mill he is not disoriented or scared of humans, he mostly takes his anger out on the other canines he fights though he does not wish to kill them.  

History:*RAWR*...he'd rather keep it secrete.

Additional Info:...Nope

Intro: Kuruns paws were glazed with the crimson colour of blood as he layed thiere, behinde the violet splattered curtins. He let out a yawn as he closed his blackish brown eyes, trying to relax. He let out a snarl of amusment as the next fight was about to begin and he saw two other dogs about his size starting to battle in the sircelur ring. As he licked his paws liking the taste of blood emensly, he tightened his eyes into small slits and let out a growl.

OoC: Awww, Klausie is flattered you think he is a good fighter. Thank you. <3

Klaus nodded -- and that would be the last good-willed gesture. Now he caught in the moment, ready to attack. His muscles bunched underneath him, tense and ready to pounce in a split second. Should he make the first daring move or wait for her and hope she makes a fatal mistake? His lip lifted to reveal to rows of pearly white fangs, shining with saliva and specks of maroon from his previous fight. His "airplane ears" went flat against his head, and his eyes began to shimmer dangerously. "Rggghhhhhh," a deep rumble formed in his throat, growing until the crowd was quiet and there was just the suspense hanging in the air.

"Attack, devildog!" cried Klaus's owner. "Kill her! Now!" But Klaus ignored him. He would attack on his own time.

"NOW!" cried his owner. So Klaus finally obliged -- springing swiftly into the air and coming down upon the she-dog with a rabid snarl.

Her own muscles pulsed under her shadowy pelt, as she eyed the dog with dangerous green eyes, taunting her opponent... she manuevered through the dusty earth, her eyes transfixed on her foe... readying herself for a powerful strike.

The silence caused Zre to prepare herself, she listened to Devildog's owner shout commands to the side, and Zre's lip curled into a wicked smirk as the dog obeyed.  Her feet once more carried her to the side, she sprung from her place in the soil, and lunging for her opponent's neck... a lowly snarl rippling throughout the ring, as her owner screamed commands from the side... "Grim, tear 'em apart!  Don't dawdle, mutt!".  Zre heard her master, and felt her fury rising... she resisted the temptation to recoil from the battle and throw her force onto the human who kept her prisoner.

Basic Form:

Name:Daillin...Jerome

Breed:Beagle

Gender:Male

Looks:

Personality:The animal of the hunt, thouse flopy ears of his let him stay in battle without getting distraceted, and he has found ways to use them in fights, he loves to sink his jaws into danger and won't give up easly even if the opponent is bigger or has wepons.

History:He was wild for a long time not letting anyone get close to his heart or distract him from his true purpose, to hunt down all the vermanhe can, though later on a man came and caught him in one of his traps and kept his willfull soul for the fight.

Additional Info:"Nope"

Intro:Daillin scovered the back ally rumaging for some delcasey in the trash, before his owner said they had to go into another emence battle. He held his breath as he grabbed some disgusting and horrifingly atroshios scheese. He gulped it down in a few secounds trying to ignore the everything, that was wrong with it, his owner a man with coul black hair down going down to his shoulderes. The man grabbed him by the scruff and he let out a weak and atroshios "yipe,yip,eyipe" flalling his small paws around.

Klaus swiftly sprang from Zre's threatening jaws, quickness of his movements like dancing - springing around the ring like a deathly shadow. "Watch where you bite," the corners of Klaus's mouth pulled up into a little grin. "You could hurt someone." He stalked around her in circles, muscles moving under his sleek coat like thick cables. His face was held a mischevious darkness, and his tail slowly swished through the air like an eerie flag.

"Nice moves." Zre cooed in a familiar bitter tone.  No agitation or fear controlling her tone.  Zre mimicked Klaus' movements, ready to attack, or rebound in a variety of ways.  She noted his movements in her mind, she would give him this... he is one of the longest lasting dogs she ever fought.  His movements were the key to any opponent's defeat.  When one understood how they moved, then that is the key to their weakness... problem is, her movements were giving her away as well...whether or not Klaus knew this fact, was unsure to her, but she would never show weakness until one of them lay in a pool of crimson... and that poor soul wouldnt be her.

Her face and eyes both gave no clue to her movements, her fur still tenced.  Her ex
pression held a mysterious ex
pression, one that led most of her opponents to wonder.  She was a difficult mind, one that required lots of knowledge and research to even predict... and even then the thoughts are unreliable.  She seemed as though she were a black phantom that concealed herself in a shadowy mist.

Klaus carefully prowled, his fighting methods repeating themselves over and over in his brain. He was surprised neither of them were wrestling in a heap of fur, or that neither of them was on the floor, breathing their final breath... they were both being cautious. He lifted his foot as if to take another step, but bunches his muscles and leapt. He missed purposely, to make it look like he had simply stumbled, and then used his quick wits to slip between the husky's legs to throw her off balance. Then he reeled on his hind legs, spinning at her with ambitious eyes and barreling into her like a horse, using his tallness as an advantage. His nose was wrinkled in concentration as he tried to get at an angle to attack - but this dog was skilled... maybe as skilled as him. She wasn't like those other dogs who leapt head-first into a fight. Nor was she skittish and scared. But she knew what she was doing and concentrated on herself and him. He admired her tactics as he panted, but that didn't mean he would get distracted.

((sorry I will post in a bit.  I have to go D;))

Zre wasnt surprised by the dog's movements, but they definatly did their job... she tried to move but he managed to hit her in his lunge... not painfully or with the most power, but he still managed to touch her.  If she wasnt quick, that blow could have been fatal.  The dog's size was his disadvantage in this position... she lowered herself and slipped in between the dog's forelegs, manuevering so that she was behind her foe, her ears slicked back, she wasted no time to dig her claws into the floor of the ring and bolt into her opponent with much force.  Her eyes focused on her opponent, no sign of oncoming surrender or fear... she heard the humans roar as the two sides chanted the names 'Grim' and 'Devildog'... she blocked the background noise from her sences...it was just her, and Klaus.  He knew how to fight, and was quite skilled in the art.  Not dawdling, not one to attack first and think second...no.  He thought before he striked. And that was what made him dangerous.

Daillin pulled his head up looking at the other bigger maybe even emensly wilder then him dogs battling. He smirked wondering wht apounent he was going up against. He lay thiere his furry cheast sseming to enlarge as his exhailed, giving a sigh he closed his eyes and licked his wiskered lips almost tasting the roite of adventure.

Kurun looked at the other dogs and thouight to himself, this is unlikely...for so many dogs to be here at ounce, he let out another yawn and put his paws up over his muzzle catioslyas his owner came to sit beside him. "Ker" he said to the dog giving the top of his head a ruffle, Ker was what hs owner sometimes called him. A "grrrr" rippled out his through throut as he stood up and sat thiere looking at the human being.   

OoC: Back for a bit. Happy: You wanna Rp too? :D Lol

Klaus growled, growing weary and impatient. The humans wanted the fight to really start. "Let's get this over with," he growled. And he leapt at her, wrapping his paws around her and sinking his fangs into her shoulder. He regretted this for some reason, though, and leapt off of her. He could hear his owner scream into his ear, and he tasted blood on his breath - but he didn't like the idea of hurting this dog.

However, it wasn't what he wanted. It was what the humans wanted. How could he do this? Something was overwhelming him that had never happened before... He tried to shake it off but it clung to him like blood. He felt that his life was worthless- this dog had things to do and places to see. He had run his race, fought his fight so many times... and there was nothing he really wanted except to live with his dear boy again. But as many times as he escaped, the boy wasn't in his home and he was always caught... Klaus became dazed and felt hot and queasy. He felt as if his fur was sopping up warm blood...

"You," Klaus said to the dog, "You have fights to fight." And Klaus rolled onto his back, stomach and throat exposed in this pathetic condition.

(Lol...yea.)

Kurun raised his ear as he saw his owner laugh at the leading match. He opened his eyes and looked into the ring to see another dog like him laying on his back his lower areas exposed. He smirked and layed his head back onto his paws, giving a little emence "rrrrr". He lookd at his owner and the man stared back with in a daze as if he had never seen canine affection.

Daillen poked his head up his scruffy yet musculer cheast going in as he frowned. Whats this dog up to he wondered, though he had a feeling that he knmew somehow in his heart. He gave another yawn and layed on his left side as his eyes closed, then opend instantly showing an entence fire.