((Since you probably missed my post, I'll repost it.  xD

Um.. Happy, maybe you could change her breed to something a little bigger, preferably a working or sporting breed, or maybe even another New Guinea Singing Dog please?  o3o  Mostly because New Guinea Singing Dogs are more of a wild breed and wouldn't really match well with that type of breed.

Let's hear a squee for copy and paste!  8D ... Anyone?))

Basic Form:

Name:Sheza Biscut

Breed:Collie

Gender:female

Looks:

Personality:Though she seems playfull at first, you'll see that she's ready to get it head on, she'll toy with your mnd and come out the winner and she's very piky about the dog she's going to amte with, but not her friends.

History:*RAWR*

Additional Info:Nope...Shez a Biscut

Intro:Sheza let out a yawn and her coller jingled as she did. She walked into the stadium and walked over to a new ginue singer. She layed down beside him and said "hi" playfully thouh she doubted he would answer.

((8D  Yes.  <3  Collies rule.))

Jasper glanced at Sheza, his eyes narrowed.  He was used to other dogs trying to be 'friends' with him.  Usually they did it to either trick him into being nice to them so they could try to win in a fight, or they just didn't want to be killed.  Although, he sensed something different in this collie.  "Hello."  He replied to her, his voice gravely sounding, since he rarely talked without snarling. 

Zre's ears twitched as she listened to a man come to her cage, she slammed her claws against the cage in a brutal fury of jaw snaps as the man advanced.  He gripped a muzzle in one hand and a strong animal control stick in the other.  She barreled into the steel holding her within so the bars creaked and dented with pressure.  The nails that held the enclosure down loosened and began to fail.  She snarled once more and was about to bolt one last time into the bars when the cage was opened and a muzzle was quickly slammed across her maw.  She released a muffled snarl before she was dragged into the ring by  her scruff... when the muzzle unhooked she found her paws beating around the dirt floor of the battle rink.  Across from her stood a bulky grey mastiff, his muscles pulsing underneath his sleek slate pelt.  It was time to do what she did best... win a fight. 

Her ears pressed to her skull as a lowly snarl rippled through her teeth... her fur pricked in threat as she began to circle her foe.  She heard the announcer once more... "Rentering the ring... GRIMMM!" the onlookers exploded into a rowdy group as her fight name was chanted... grim... bringer of death.  "Her fight opponent.... STONEEEE!" the announcer screeched.  Zre watched money exchange hands...

The mastiff snarled, "A little small to be in the fights." he growled, returning her circle.  "Dont think I'll go easy on ya." he taunted, his strong build flexing as he walked.  Zre curled her lip, revealing dagger like teeth..."Fine.  And dont think I will on you." she spat.  The mastiff known as Stone laughed...."Bring it on little lady, apparently your name is known well in the fights...they say you dont lose!" he continued coldly.  Zre growled, "I dont." she returned in a bitter snarl.  Stone lunged foward, claws outstretched as his teeth snapped.  Zre slipped underneath him and tore into the flesh that lined his underbelly, as he jumped.  She threw him back to the ground, where he bounced off the dirt and twisted back to his feet.  His light stomach already dyed in a deep maroon.  "You little..." he snarled, running once more at Zre.  Zre growled, manuevering out of the way without a word, and catching the dog's neck in her fangs as he ran by.  She threw him to the ground and thrashed her head about, she listened to the bones creak and shatter, and the ill taste of blood drip down her throat.  She threw the bulky canine to the ground... where he laid, unmoving...lifeless.

The onlookers were silent for several moments... before the chant she knew so well echoed about the crowd.... "GRIM!...GRIM!...GRIMMM!"

Name:  Moug

Breed: rotweiller/german shepard

Gender: male

Looks:

Personality:  Sometimes overly cocky, a strong willed and bitter fighter.  He knows how to move and knows how to kill... and is often a name not wanting to be spoken of in the fights.  He is usually silent, but can sometimes believe his superiority is above all others.  It is unknown if he has a dark side... and it is difficult to find his heart.  He was bread to be a fighter, and killer... and takes pride in the fact.  His mother being a german shepard and his father, a rottweiler. rp it out mostly

History: Bred in the fights, he has been training since a pup.  He cares not of the fates of the other dogs, and despises whomever he believes are weak.  His harsh life has had little impact on his personality, and he remains to be a black hearted "Demon" as many call him. rp it out mostly

Additional Info: nope ^^

Intro:

"He is strong willed and good for a fight." his master reported to the announcer.  Moug's eyes scanned the fights, taking in the faces of every human... and their canine fighters.  The announcer shrugged, "I'm sure, I have seen him defeat many in my days." he continued.  His master and the fight announcer continued their talk as Moug released a lowly growl from behind his muzzle, followed by a smirk as he watched a light grey mastiff be dragged from the ring... deffinatly deceased.  He narrowed his eyes as he searched for the dog who delivered the damage...and was shocked to see that the victor was a she-dog... his master seemed to think the same thought as he pointed to the shadow like husky..."Who is that?" he questioned, pointing as he did so.  The announcer looked up.  "That is Grim." he stated expressionlessly... killed a man not to long ago.  "You're kidding!  A year?" "Nah, an hour or so.".  His master was shocked, "I miss a brawl that large?  After only taking my hound to the stitcher!" he said, hand on his head in shock.

Moug snarled lowly as he felt the stitches that lined his forhead and lower lip pulse and tighten as he growled.