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Post by citvie on Feb 17, 2012 19:47:36 GMT -8
Setting the Scene.
It is raining outside, but underground, in this abandoned dog fighting ring, new fights have kindled. Almost every dog comes here at least once in their lifetimes; dogs and other strays are pointed against each other based on their attributes; speed, strength, and agility. There are multiple fights going on at once, usually, and there are even stands for stray animals to sit in and watch. The whole place is run by Herschel the cat [[as soon as he gets accepted; will edit this later]]. It is a smooth operation and brings enjoyment and training to most every dog.
It looks a bit like this, but with a roof and underground, and more fixed - up.
CURRENT LINEUP[/u][/i] -None yet, will edit-[/color] [/font]
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Post by citvie on Feb 18, 2012 13:06:41 GMT -8
Just outside of The Ring --> The stands Herschel looked around before slipping down a staircase, leading him into an abandoned, underground all - around stage. The animals already assembled there took no notice of him and continued their barks, meows, and caterwauls freely. He blinked, first his golden, right eye, then his light blue left. The effect was unsettling. He made his way through the crowd, prowling tike a tiger. His shoulders rolled underneath his glossy, chocolate brown pelt, his tail held high. He was stopped a bit by some of his helpers, and continued on his way to the small ledge used for anouncements, held above the stage. He pawed at the microphone, testing to see if it worked. Static filled the room, and even Herschel winced. Flicking his ears back, then forwards, multiple times, his powerful, accented voice rang out:
"Welcome! To The Ring, the perfect arena for any kind of fight, be it a simple training, or a..." A low cheer rose from the crowd; a trickle making its way down a humongous, overflowing dam.
"... or a fight to the death..." The crowd burst forth; caterwauls and howls echoing throughout the large room. The room was a bit like the Greek theaters of old; a ground level stage resided in the center of the room, and stands rose up around it in all directions."For today's starting lineup, we have..." Herschel's eyes flickered over the two dogs below, starng up at him. Both seemed to have a bit of pit bull in them, the other looked slightly more boxer - esque. " Derschae and Gertrude." Herschel padded backwards, his rump bumping against the far side of the crow's nest, causing the whole contraption to wobble worryingly. He glanced up at the chains that held the crow's nest and curled his tail slightly. They were still intact. Flicking an ear, Herschel settled in to watch the fight.[/center]
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