Disaster Demolishen

[Fritz]

Date: 20 Dec, 2006 -- 28 Dec, 2006

Characters:
Faint, Pitbull Mix
Fritz, Greyhound
Ice, Pitbull

Summary: Another general meeting and near fights all around.

[Fritz]

A pitbull mix ran between the train tracks, his muscles rippling. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as his paws moved along. He ducked behind a dumpster, lying on his stomach. He grabbed his bone from the day before and began chomping on it. He peered out from behind the human creation, seeing a dog. He placed his bone down and growled at it. "Who are you?" He snarled, in his rough twisted voice.



Fritz took a nervous step back at the growl. "Not a Stalker," he pleaded mentally, "Please don't be a Death Stalker!" The greyhound lowered his head and scented the air, hoping to catch the hidden one's identity. His mind played through his catalog of smells and he found the one he was looking for. Pitbull terrier; unknown breed; dirty; bone; aggressive.

The slender sight hound stepped backward again, hind paws tripping over cold steel of the rails and finding a placehold on the rough wooden bridges and the loose rocks. "Just a passerby," he replied. His voice was a pure contrast of the pitbull's: smooth, of a higher range, and entirely passive. "I don't want a fight."

Fritz stayed were he was, keeping his eyes locked on the shadowy figure behind the dumpster. His ears were c.ocked, sensitive to the sound of man or any stranger thing that moved here. He was alert to the movements of the stranger and was ready to flee should the situation turn bad.



The pittbull gave a growl as he scanned through the scents quickly. He gave the hound a glare and a flash of his teeth before picking his bone back up. He chomped on the bone, his eyes never leaving the dog. He snapped the thin bone and tossed it back under the dumpster. He growled again and padded towards the greyhound, his hackles risen. He stared at the dog, challenging him to fight.
What is this a menace disgrace of kingdom
an intruder? a foe? killing for no reason?
Death comes knocking with open arms
Inviting you to stay alarmed
as you run away in fear
I greet him with a smile on my face
Ooc; Eh dont ask about the italic part >.<



Fritz was about to leave when the pitbull turned on him. His posture was unmistakable. He wanted a fight. A fight that the gazehound was unwilling to participate in.

He laid his ears back and shivered uneasily. "I don't want a fight." He said again, clearly and with a great amount of emphasis. His muscles in his long legs coiled, ready to spring away and flee if the pitbull did attack.

Though bred first for the hunt, Fritz and his kind were no match for those bred to fight.



The canine's large body loomed over the sighthound growling. He listened to the trembling dogs words and laughed cruely. His dark black eyes glittered as a jagged smile went across his mouth. He batted his paw at the hound's face, trying to hit him. He turned around not caring if he hit the dog or not.

He padded back towards the dumpster. "Awww the poor little puppy-dog scared to fight?" He said in a icy voice. He laughed again and picked up half of a bone and flung it at him. He sat on his haunches staring at the dog, growling.



((Pitbulls can't "loom" over greyhounds. GHs are alot taller than PBs. Don't have so much time to pass in your post. You don't know that my character would stay around that long, anyways.))

Fritz nimbly avoided the dog's paw. He gave a low growl in response and curled his black lip to bare his teeth. He moved several feet more down the rail as he made to leave. The pitbull moved back into the darkness; his laugh was like sandpaper. A sudden movement and rattle caught Fritz, and for once, the dog was slow.

The bone struck a grazing blow to his back leg, making it buckle. In a moment's time, though, Fritz was back on all fours and padding down the rails towards the entrance not far from where the two were now.



((Sorry o.O))
The pitbull snarled at the hound, before looking away in disinterest. No need to waste energy on what I cant catch, he thought as he looked around for something to eat. Hunger gnawed at his stomach as he glanced at the dog walking away. He stood on a wooden crate and clambered into the dumpster and searched for something to eat.



Pad after pad she made her way forward. The female was just walking around. She knew that this place wasn't just as good as her home. Well the old cinema. There she staid for the days. She knew that there she was safe and had a warm place to sleep. She hated the snow and now it was snowing. ayers and layers were building on eachother. She sighted and watched the area. Her nares scented something. She looked at her pads that were so cold. She wasn't shivering. She looked at the area once more. She scented something, it was of a brute. She looked down then back up. She hated seeing brutes. These days wasn't her day. It was that she didn't wanted to get pregnant. She would fight all dogs that tried to force breed her. She wasn't a loser. Generations after generations of pure blooded pit bull terrier she came. The beautiful royal blue along with the snow white color was pasted on her hide. Her hide gleamed in the snow. White socks hit the snow hard and left a trail. She wanted to avoid the brute. So seh jsut walked trying to pass the place as quick as possible. But anything she was prepared.



The pit bull cross rose his head at the female before finishing the half of hamburger he had found. He jumped out of the dumpster and shook his coat clean of the grime from the dumpster. He watched her silently, before growling slowly. . He wouldnt make a move on her, he wasnt a force breeder. No. He was a fighter, not caring whom or what he fought. He snapped his jaws at the snow that fell on his jaws. He stared silently at her before putting his head down as he dug a circle and sat in it boredly. He did nothing but lick his paws warm then put the back in the cold snow. His black and white pelt stuck out in the snow as he watched. "And you are...?" He asked in his rough voice, almost sounding a bit gentle. He stood up and shook his coat, getting the flakes of snow off before it melted through his short coat. He started licking his paws again, but didnt move his stare from her.



The femme walked a bit faster. Not of escaping but not wanting to have a bad contact with him. Her auds perked slightly as she heard a growl. She ignored it and walked a bit more. PAd after pad she advanced forward. Again her auds twitched slightly at hearing his voice. She came to a halt and turned her slender but medium built body towards him. She was also a fighter. But at this time generations of generations put into her of pure blooded pit bull fighter. She was the result and did very well in fighting, it ran trough her blood. She had many scars on her body. She eyed the brute with her icey cold optics. Her iron jaws split open as she spoke towards him. Her voice held dominance and the cold tune to it made it send chills to ones spine. "Ice, and you?" She said as she still watched him. She wasn't quite a dog of talk.



The pit bull kept his head high, as he listened, his ears pricked. "Tamac" He replied, his voice deepening at the sound of her dominance. His black eyes stared, showing no emotion. He kept his black-lined lips raised, keeping his jagged teeth shown. He jumped back on the crates and looked into the dumpster spying nothing ontop to eat. He went back to his clawed spot and sat, his lean young body moving with ease. He looked at the sky, growling at a gull before turning his attention back to her. He had not lines of fighting, the rest of his lines were of show, yet he wasnt. He had the expieriance of an older dog and had been in many fights. The only scar that shown was a long jagged one that went from the top of his head to his rear. The rest were not as noticable. "Where ye be goin' round this time?" He asked as he shook the newly fallen snow off his pelt. He looked at her awaiting what she would say.



The femme watched the brute. She didn't trust him a bit. Who can you trust? She seated herself gently down on the cold snow. She wasn't one to mess with. Auds perked at hearing his voice. She didn't say anything else. She just watched him with her cold icey optics. Her pink tongue slitered out as she licked her lips along with her nose. It was freezing. As he spoke again she sighted and replied. "No were that might interest you." She said coldly and simple. She didn't wanted to give out the place were she recided. She remained seated and watched him. Snow continued to fall down. O she hated the snow. She had it a bit cold. But with the fat that she had she fought it back. The brute seemed to be rather tin. He wasn't that smart she thought. She held a place filled with food that she collected or hunted. She looked at the ground and then back up at him. She waited for what he would say next.


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