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Post by **Rosebud on Aug 4, 2010 23:04:01 GMT -5
Riley stood, body quivering. His teeth snapped as the man held his chest, every ounce of strengh the man had was used to hold Riley back as he lundged at the red pit bull across the pit. The chain loosened and Riley sprang, then the chain tightend spulling him back to where he started. His legs tensed and his eyes set on the other dogs throat, spittle leaked from his maw as a crazed state went over him. The sport was like a drug you could never get enough, except if you lost. Loosing dogs were shot. Thrown out, and never thought of again. He pushed the thought out, he couldn't be the one loosing, death would mean revealing his true hide. Human skin.
The chain fell to the dirt. Riley shot across the pit. His body collided with the other dog and a loud shreak sounded, peoples chants went on, a man threw down 100$ on him to win. The red pittie squirmed and thoughts raced in it's head. Riley tried to keep his mind quite, but the pleas of the other dog scared him. His teeth embraced the others neck, blood choked him, then all went quite. the other dog stopped moving and the man with the chain pulled Riley back, who was still grabbing the other dog. Two gun shots and a squeal, all was over. Blood littered the pit, men quickly rubbed the blood into the dirt and picked up the other dog and put it with other bodies, this had been the last fight of the night, men poured oil over the dogs and tossed in a match, in seconds fire surrounded the loosing animals as Riley was walked away, unscathed.
The cage he found himself in the morning after was new. Bigger, looking around he saw big dogs, more pitbulls, and some rotties. A german shepard whined in the back ground. A mans voice yelled to keep it down, and a kick to the cage and all went quite once more.
Shit....
Riley lundged the cage shifting it, a man walked over and Riley snapped at his hands. The man kicked the cage and Riley grabbed his boot and tugged it into the cage and the man grinned. Grabbing a chain he took Riley out, the whining german shepard was taken out to. The man hit both dogs and then let them loose.
Minutes ticked by and the german shepard lay mauled on the ground. Riley paused before turning. The man smiled, spoke a quick word to another person then turned to grab the chain. Riley lundged his teeth shreaded bear neck and the first man dropped. The next fell out of his seat, grabbed a gun and shot. He missed. Riley sprang landing flat on his chest and paused to look in the mans eyes. He shifted, his human form sitting on the mans body. Whos flesh began to melt with the heat of the morph. Riley grinned and kicked him in the face and went to get a dog.
The dog snarled, and Riley calmed it before letting it loose on the men. Slowly the dog killed the two men, but Riley had his cash. He sat on the cage of his and counted the money he had made. 25 thousand dollars. All in the course of 3 months of continous dog fights. Never loosing, not once. New scars lined his flesh thought. He stood.
Never mess with the Blue.
Walking over to the exit, fresh cloths on, he paused and kicked the man who had held him back in the ring.
Don't fuck with me, either let me go or hold me back, don't tease me!
He walked out the door. Onto the street. Took a deep breath and smiled, once again he could live before he had to make his way back into that damn hell hole.
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Aug 5, 2010 14:18:04 GMT -5
A small dog roamed the streets, it's stomach empty. The small dog walked sideways, heaving as it breathed in and out, tired from all the running.
The small dog wondered over to the alley way, its walls coated with the unique calligraphy of graffiti.
The sky was dark and an eerie silence rang through the city, but if one listened close enough, they could hear the small cries of children born late into the night, the screams of small children as their parents were just murdered, the shrieks of women as they're taken by their predators late into the night; no one there to hear their cries.
The city that this small dog lived in had little hope, hardly anything bearing good news. Some people want to test other's limits, to see how far they can push them. To find their breaking point, were they snap. Everyone has a breaking point, some further than others. It's something that each and everyone of the people in this town have in common, and they each test how far they can make things go.
There are few in this world that just sit back and go with the flow; that don't test other's. There are few in this world with more than a little hope left, most with none at all.
The small dog that roams in thist street is a stray, a lot like a few families out there; the ones that have to roam the streets and sort through the trash just to have what they call a decent meal.
Many live in this dreadful city, make it their home, make it their life, but that little dog that roams the streets at night is far from home.
Home is not just somewhere you sit and live. No, it's a place, a place where you are free to be yourself, to be who you are, something to call your own. Everyone has a home, somewhere they belong, they just have to find it.
The little dog that roams the street goes by Jessica. She is new to this type of world that she now lives in, and was once famous and rich, but all that went away when she moved to this town; all that hope and happiness she once had, gone.
Some say this city is a drag, that it is impossible to escape, that it is a living nightmare. That in order for it to breathe, it must take all the happiness form each smile, each heart, each laugh, and keep it just to stay alive. Many say this city lives on fear, crime, and hate.
This city is what ruined Jessica's life, her happiness, and her home. She is depressed all the time, sad like there isn't going to be a tomorrow, upset and scared like she's been dragged through many horrific events.
On the outside, Jessica is fine, solemn. But on the inside, she is cracking. Her very shell coming loose, breaking down. Jessica has been pushed past her breaking point, and this is what happens. She starts losing faith in herself to do things that she does regularly, she starts thinking bad things.
The small little dog, its colors tan and black, starts to morph, it's bones cracking, taking on the form of a small person.
The small person sniffs the air, then curls up on the side of a dumpster, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. She closes her eyes and starts to rock back and forth, her whole frail body shaking.
"It's not real, it never happened, it's not real..." She kept repeating to herself, trying to get the images of certain things out of her head.
She continued to sit there and rock back and forth, her mind now poisoned with horrid images and scenes that just played out in front of her.
She sits there, the dark world closing in around her, scared and frightened. She had freshly cut wounds on her arms, and small round cicles where needles went nto her arms. She had a cut across her forehead, blood dripping down past her cheek.
Her white shirt was littered with fresh, dark red blood and wet dirt from the rain that now started to drizzle.
Her black, tight jeans, ripped with cuts from a knife. Part of her leg exposed, and revealed a nasty cut, a cut caused by running away from her attackers, excaping the dead bodies that were around her moments ago she called her parents.
Her hair was saoked, blood stained and matted. It was beautiful though. It was a silky black, just like her mother's and father's used to be until they were killed minutes earlier. Her hair went to her waist, and stopped, the long cascade of black suddenly haulting.
Her face was pale, and her body weak, yet she sat there, tired from the running she did, her body shaking like an earthquake.
She hid her face under her arms as she held onto her knees, her knuckles whiter thatn her pale sin.
"It's not real.. It never happened.."
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Post by **Rosebud on Aug 5, 2010 15:04:38 GMT -5
Riley looked up from the sidewalk. A small dog trotted into an alley. Something was off, the fresh scent of dog disappeared. Blood filled the air. Humid air washed over him, a growl slipped from his mouth and he turned and walked back into the abandoned building the pit was in.
Heat welcomed his body, he tensed as his arms landed on the hard concrete, his blue pale hide quivered. Then both blue eyes opened. Fear, pain, and rage swam in them. Love had been beaten out of them. Slowly he sniffed about, his cage had been moved, so fiding his old one would take time, time he didn't have. Whatever was in that alley wouldn't see him if he didn't go.
A scent ran over his nose. His tail wagged as he walked up to a small black pitbull, touching the cage with his nose the other dog did the same. Riley wagged his tail and barked, as did the other. He smiled and unlatched the cage. The other dog rubbed her neck with his and then trotted from the building. Her back bristling once the scent of the stray got to her to. She had to been a shifter. His sister. She was a black pittie shifter and in a car accident she had remained a pitbull and the vet gave her dogs blood. In the weakened state she had been in the blood killed her shifter blood making it impossible for her to shift.
Riley paused the memory running through his mind again. He shook himself and charged through the door. His head lowered. Lila followed her movments much more graceful then his own. As he entered the alley the dogs was gone, but a soft weeping noise filled his ears and the scent of blood grew stronger. His pupils dialated. He let a long growl out, Lila stood at his flank understanding.
Riley looked at her for courage and then stepped forward, squaring his frame. It was a girl. A dead end at the other side of the alley, he knew this girl was that dog, she too was a shape shifter. Riley lifted his head and sent a snarl to Lila. She bowed her head and trotted away, he'd find her in the ring again, and he would be the one to loose and he would be "killed" but as a shifter he'd heal and be taken back.
Riley shook himself again. His ears perked and he took another step forward, his eyes normal, and a soft blue color. Dark rims, ice blue. He whined and lowered himself to the ground and crawled to rest his head on her knee. Trying to figure out her problem. His only soft side coming out, that to dog shifters.
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Aug 5, 2010 15:30:38 GMT -5
Jessica looked up quickly as she saw the dog, frightened. She squeezed her legs closer to her and backed up against the wall, scared for her life still.
She was afraid and scared, it shown through her bright blue eyes.
Jessica tried to scoot farther away from the dog as quickly as she could, but found she was already as close to the wall as she could.
Blood ran down her cheek as she hid her face from the dog, afraid of everything around her. She had gone through much in the past few minutes and would be scarred for life, never able to get over it.
She peered over her arms at the dog and watched it, not sure if it was there to get her scent, hurt or kill her, or if he was simply a stray or a pet that got loose. She didn't know, but she wasn't about to take any chances after what had just happened.
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Post by **Rosebud on Aug 5, 2010 15:49:03 GMT -5
Riley stood when the girl backed up, his head tilted. Shifting might just scare her more. He wasn't the kindest looking person in the world. He took a deep breath and backed up slightly. His eyes rested on the blood covering the girl. He thought a second then looked around his nose to the ground. Raising his head he cought a scent. His pace picked up.
He rounded the corner of the alley and bristled. A man sat on a bench, his hand held a large hot dog. Unbitten. Riley took a deep breath and charged. The man dropped the dog and stood on the bench, Riley took the dog gently. He grabbed the paper around the dog and trotted back into the alley. Slowly he walked to the girl dropping the hot dog into her lap. His head rested on her leg as his eyes looked up at her.
Trying to read, something bad must have happened to her, something maybe like him? No. He hadn't cried after what happened to him. Well only after his shape shifting sister lost her ability. That tore into him. He had been glad his parents were gone. They had best be too. He'd kill them if he saw them again. It would be over.
Slowly he took a breath and shifted his legs slightly, closing his eyes and moving his head onto his front paws. His ribs touching the girls leg as he rested, blood crusted his pelt from his fight a few hours before. An old battle wound of his was reopened on his chest and blood oozed slowly and a hole in his leg slowly closed. You could see a change, it healed to fast for even a dog. Anyone who paid attention could see the oddness in it. The shape shifter blood healing. Not the normal blood.
Riley slept.
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Aug 5, 2010 16:01:44 GMT -5
Jessica looked back down at the dog and shoved the hot dog off her lap and put it infront of the dog's nose. She pat his head softly, still shaking. She watched him as he breathed in his sleep. She saw his wounds and figured they must have been recent just like hers. She looked at the wounds and saw they were healing already; they healed as she watched them.
Jessica's eyes became wider as she tried to scoot away from the dog again. She now knew that the animal was a shifter; part animal part human.
She accidentally hit the dog's paw as she tried to scoot farther away, but found she couldn't.
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Post by **Rosebud on Aug 5, 2010 16:19:35 GMT -5
Riley felt his head move and his eyes shot open and he stood and bristled. Seeing the girla dn where he was at his fur laid down smoothly. He lowered his head and pulled his ears back. Trying to say sorry if he'd scared her. Seeing her wide eyed and afraid he backed up slightly. She must have found out. A tear rolled down his face. Again he had been judged. Again he had been the bad dog in a good time.
Riley snarled. His eyes dialated and he turned and left leaving the hot dog on the ground where it had fallen. His sister greeted him in the corner, and glanced at the girl then back at her brother and flanked him. She had lost her life, seeing Riley slowly loose his sucked.
The streets buzzed by, everyone looks when they see something diffrent. Nothing diffrent is normal. If your diffrent then you are hated. Scars line his hide, and he's a pitbull everyone fears pitbulls. People hate them because they are mean and evil. What he had done was nice, yet it was seen as wrong, because of what he was.
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Aug 5, 2010 16:54:13 GMT -5
Jessica looked up and saw the dog get up. She saw it start to walk off. "Wait! I-I'm sorry... It's just that... I just don't know what's going on....I'm scared...I can't trust many people based on what just happened...." She said, the rain now pounding harder.
She scooted out from the corner and tried to get up, but fell again. She reached to her leg as she winced from the pain.
She tore the sleeve of her shirt off and tied it around her leg tightly, trying to stop blood from leaking anymore.
She tried to get up again, and suceeded this time.
"Please, wait!" She told them as she watched thm, holding on to the side of the dumpster for support.
"I know what you are, and you know what I am..." She told the dog.
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Post by **Rosebud on Aug 5, 2010 17:17:40 GMT -5
Riley snorted as he continued to walk. Only stopping after his sister bit into his flank. He turned and growled. Then got the message.
Riley turned, then saw the girl fall and ran his coat was already covered in blood even as the girls coated him more. He whined, sorry. Then shook himself out. He had already run loops for this chick. Why? He didn't even know her. Yet something told him to stay.
Closing his eyes Riley took a deep breath and let it out. Heat ran over him and then his form changed. In the place of the bloodied pitbull a young boy stood. Riley stood and looked at the girl. You were right to judge. I'm not the best company, but I'm the best insurance. He grinned. Knowing no one messes with people who own pitbulls. Even cops tend to let people who break the law slide if they own a pitbull. You got in a fight? got a pittie? Your good...
Riley smiled akwardly at the girl. Not really knowing her. But knowing enough that she had recently been harmed. What happened with you? Bet your lifes been hell recently? As has mine He smiled and waited for a reply. Waiting to leave. Being afraid and nervous wasn't him. He thrived on not being like that.
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Post by Wolf_Legend on Aug 5, 2010 17:26:16 GMT -5
Jessica tried to smile, but winced again at the pain.
"Hell would not be a strong enough word to describe it..... Something deeper..even darker than hell wouldn't even be able to describe it.." She said. She looked away, to the ground, hiding her face again.
"And no.. It wasn't right for me to judge... I wouldn't have, but.... Everything's just so compliacted for me right now, it's hard to tell who to trust and who to not trust.. I'm pretty sure you get it...." She said, looking back towards him, but to the ground and not in his eyes.
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