LUMP

Klaus settled himself down beside Haze. ((They don't like each other, they are just... adoptive siblings. They bicker but they care about each other... both are open for crushes, don't worry.)) Haze's lip lifted slightly, warning her sharp, gleaming fangs. Ooc: Need a fight. They are itching for one. "Moving on," Klaus growled with concern lilting in his voice as he saw Haze's sour mood. He splayed out on the ground a way off from Wild and Zre - mostly watching Zre and Moug bicker, his hackles raising when Moug snarled.

OoC: Happy and Fulleh: You two seem to be very competitive towards each other ... slow your seamonkies, guys! O.o <3 Thank you Funneh for handling it.

Zre rose to her feet, her back limb screaming in disreagard as she tried to put pressure on the lame leg.  She showed no sign of pain or weakness, as her fur pricked, anwsering the dogs dangerous snarl.

Moug's muscles rippled once again underneath that tawny pelt.  He advanced foward once more, his eyes crazed for the kill.

Zre didnt want to fight, knowing that each of them were in horrid condition.  But she knew... the dog would lunge, despite the pain that pulsed throughout her back, she was ready for his attack...which came as she predicted.

Moug lunged foward, the humans down below, busy taking bets and off the platforms.  The she-dog dodged several moves easily, but he noted, always to the left... it was tehn he looked down and saw the right leg of his opponent, it was lame, no doubt useless towards her strategies.  He then charged from the left, and to his surprise the dog forced weight on the injury and manuevered to the left. 

Zre's limbs cried out in pain, but she herself didnt whimper a sound.  The dog once again lunged foward, but this time she released a small yelp as the dog gripped her scruff and dug his jaws into her flesh.  She reacted in the same way, shaking free as the two exploded into a series of claws and teeth.  Each now standing on their hind legs, Hellhound suddenly pushed foward, sending them both tumbling down the stairs...  Zre landed with a painful thud on the soil below...  she remained still for several moments before she forced herself up. 

Moug was on his feet in delayed time, but he growled, his teeth revealed... he glanced once at Grim before he stalked away, pain rippling in his reopened wounds.

Zre remained still.  She glanced up, and saw the trail of red that smeared the stone stairs.  She couldnt feel her lame leg, and truthfully wasnt sure it was still attached, without realizing, she dragged herself under the platform, to the very back where the old wall touched her dark pelt.  Out of the way of preying eyes.  Without realizing it, she collapsed to the ground and watched her opponent limp off...struggling as he did so.

((No problem, shep(:  Just glad we're back to roleplaying!))

OoC: Yes, of course. :)

Haze rose as she heard the announcer's voice rumble... "Time for a fight between "Hell itself" and "Gravy"! Haze scoffed... Gravy? Whose name was that? She smirked. The humans probably thought it was supposed to mean "Grave". Huh, stupid name. But Haze leapt in alarm as she realized the announcer was pointing at her.

Wild laughed. "True, true." He barked. "But you know, you should listen to your advise, too." He bared his own gleaming fangs and jumped forward, biting into Haze's back leg. He didn't do it as hard as he'd like, though.

Zre clenched her eyes shut, but reopened them only moments later, she lowered her maw in between her forelegs and stayed silent.  Her limbs stung in pain, and for the first time in a long while, she saw her own blood swarm about her body.  She rose her head, and dug her claws into the cement that she now laid, pulling herself to her feet.  Her dark pelt dampened with the crimson liquid... she dragged herself away from the corner, avoiding the fights.  She tripped over her own paws, not hearing Klaus... her breath escaped in short gasps after she collapsed once more after several steps.  A lowly snarl echoed about her throat as several dogs approached to finish her.  She snapped her jaws and managed to grip one's leg in her fangs, twisting dangerously so it hung awkwardly to the side.  The canine yelped and retreated, tail between his legs.

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Moug was being restitched, his master scolding him.  "Go 'nd challenge Grim do ye'!  Stupid animal." he spat as he stood by Moug's face, holding him steady as the doctor performed the neccessary fixes.