Stabbing in the Dark

{February 20th, open to all AV's for training. Nobody's gonna die but you could get really get hurt. These are wild beasts you're training with. Anyone can be sparring with Br'er Fox.}

Jaws parted on the male in a wicked, vicious snarl as he slid back on his feet. He was locked in a fake battle with a creature already and training had just started. The southern male lept back and slid on his four feet, looking like the fox he was. He rolled up his sleeves as he stood up. The outlander queen had gathered them, yelled a few things about them being terrible and not training enough then set them upon each other. Brawling, she called it. Brawling and sparring. She said that was what they needed to practice and then as quickly as she appeared, she left them. Left them to tear each other apart.

Br'er Fox spat to the ground and rubbed his snout. "Y'all thinka yah got th'drop on me, yes yah did, but you didn't get the drop on ol'brotha' Fox, no suh." He bit at the air, showing off his needle sharp teeth and dripping slender jaw.

"Gonna skin yah alive," he sneered, "Figuratively o'course since this be a friendly battle, yesitis." He tipped his hat.

"Oh, of course, of course, it's all figuratively," Reggie grinned, his own maw filled to the brim with his own set of chompers, which he showed the fox in a fearsome grin. "Tis all fuckin figurative," he snorted before rushing towards the fox, teeth aiming to close on the long hind legs of Br'er Fox. "Ya might wanna watch your step," he taunted darkly, his jaws snapping shut hoping to have snagged the limb between his jaws. If not he would get nothing but a mouth full of air and a very sore ego. "Where the hell are the other soldiers? I thought there be more of em. Blood pussies!" he snorted, eyes flicking around for a moment and away from Br'er Fox.

What the mutt didn't know was that two sets of eyes were watching him carefully.

The Siamese twins were behind a termite mound, watching the mock battle intensely. They analyzed their opponents quickly. One: a big, dumb dog with a foul mouth. The other? A fox (on two feet for some odd reason) who seemed a bit smarter. Maybe they could cause a bit of mischief out this, hmm?

The pair watched as the dog charged at the fox, looking like it wanted to chomp on the fox's leg. "The doggie seems dumb." Si whispered. Am giggled. 

"Doggie very dumb." 

"Want to have fun with the doggie?"

"Yessss."

The twins climbed up some termite mounds, jumping from one mound to another. They stopped when they were on a mound right next to where the two were fighting. Blue eyes flashed with mischief as they laughed. Am decided to take the first shot.

"Hey doggie! Up hereeeee~"

A low chuff escaped Akash's maw as he leapt across the training field. So far everyone seemed busy. Reggie was currently sparring with a fox, and a pair of Siamese cats who he had never laid eyes on before were just about ready to deliver a sneak attack, or at least cause some trouble with the big brute of a dog. With size on his side, he would gladly spar with Reggie had the dog not been already engaged with an opponent of his own.

"Hmm, guess I'll just wait then." His striped tail flicked as he dropped to his haunches to watch the sparring session in front of him, unknowingly leaving himself open for an attack.

"Y'all got a mouth on you, you know dat, son?"

He lept upwards, sliding back so he missed the bite at his leg. They were spindly and thin so if the dog managed to chomp at it he'd be out of commission for a long while. "C'mon man, we friends ain't we? We on the same side, yes we ahre! Come on now!" His ears flicked upwards as he heard the hissing of the felines. He turned his head, stepping back and offering a smile towards the pair.

"Well, well, well, pair'a'pussycats, huh? Y'all here to spar or just provide commentary?"

The fluffy white kitten looked at the sparring match, wondering just how this spar would play out. Her money was on the fox though, mainly it was her own bias against dogs. Sure, she had to work with them but that didn't mean she had to like them.

So far, things were going well, though part of her wasnt' sure who to spar with, the two siamese cats were her size but to take both at the same time would be a challenge. Then there was a tiger, the chances of her winning were slim.

If luck was on her size someone else would show up, if not then she would settle for either one

DeSoto walked by himself to the sparring grounds.

He’d been wanting to join in on some action for some time now, but everything had been so hectic, he’d  been so busy trying to stay out of anything that didn’t involve savagery and the satisfying sensation of his fangs sinking into another animal.

Today, however, there had been news of a training session. Those were bound to get bloody, so there was no way he was going to miss out. It didn’t take very long to get there, and when he finally arrived, DeSoto was relieved that there were at least some targets to choose from.

He looked around: at the tiger, who looked too powerful to overwhelm with a simple bite-and-tussle. (Did DeSoto care? No, but this wasn't a real battle. There was no point in getting thrashed by an oversized kitty-cat.) Another dog, who was preoccupied with a fox who walked like a man. The sight in itself was odd. That left a fluffy white house cat.

Under normal circumstances, the cat would have been dead meat. But there were rules here, and though he was not one to follow such laws, DeSoto didn’t want to end up chased from the Outlands before he could make it back to Sykes with Roscoe in tow—if he ever did. So far, he had no luck trying to convince his brother to return to their master, and even if he did favor brute force over rational thought in the most simple-minded of ways, he wasn’t stupid.

So he simply glowered down at the feline and offered her an unpleasant snarl meant to provoke.

Then with a snort, he waited to see if anybody else would show up.

Butterball was a little bit late for the training session. He smiles as he sees Marie.

Butterball walks up to Marie. "Hey, "Maria" right" Butterball said forgetting "Marie"'s name for a little while. He kinda liked Marie, she seemed cool enough. "So, it seems that everyone's training. Do you wanna train with me" ? Butterball said.

.....

Little Brother walked up to the group and looked for someone to train with. His first idea, was to take on either Marie, or those Siamese cats. But, Little Bro didn't like his chances 2 on 1.

Marie eyes narrowed dangerously towards the big dog who had growled at her. Had she still had her magic or even kept her tiger-like apperance, things would have been easier. But no, she had given up magic, why? She doubted anyone would have allowed her back in if she had kept it. Ever fiber of her being wanted her to hiss at the dog in means of a challenge, but it would probably end up being suicidal.

"Picking on a lady, how rude." she frowned before muttering under her breath. "Uncivilized mutt." A familiar voice caused her ears to perk up.

A very familiar cat, Butterball if she recalled correctly, and without Elf? Strange. Normally the two were together some of the time. No matter. He wanted to spar, then he would get his wish.

"It's Marie." she said with a slight hiss, the fluffy cat meant no harm. It was an easy mistake but she had to look tough. "Let's begin shall we?"

"Hey! Hey Desoto! If you’re looking for a brawl why don’t you come and take me on eh? I could use some two on one practice.” The massive foul-mouthed dog laughed out loud, glancing back at the fox who had just slid back, out of range of his jaws. As dust particles flew through the air a loud snort was heard. "Come on then! Ya fuckin’ gangster!" He chuckled, turning sideways to give the Doberman a chance at attacking him. The bulk of his scruff would hopefully protect him from the worse of Desoto's bite.

Dec 7, 2015 1:05:24 GMT -5 Marie said:

Marie eyes narrowed dangerously towards the big dog who had growled at her. Had she still had her magic or even kept her tiger-like apperance, things would have been easier. But no, she had given up magic, why? She doubted anyone would have allowed her back in if she had kept it. Ever fiber of her being wanted her to hiss at the dog in means of a challenge, but it would probably end up being suicidal.

"Picking on a lady, how rude." she frowned before muttering under her breath. "Uncivilized mutt." A familiar voice caused her ears to perk up.

A very familiar cat, Butterball if she recalled correctly, and without Elf? Strange. Normally the two were together some of the time. No matter. He wanted to spar, then he would get his wish.

"It's Marie." she said with a slight hiss, the fluffy cat meant no harm. It was an easy mistake but she had to look tough. "Let's begin shall we?"

Butterball slightly hissed back. "Yeah, let's begin! You wanna make the first move or should I"? Butterball asked. He wanted to be polite, and seeing that Marie was a girl he would gladly give Marie the first move if she wanted. To tell the truth, Butterball probably wasn't even close to being as experienced as Marie. So, he could probably learn quite a bit from this training session with Marie. 

“You feelin' lucky or somethin' today, fatso?” There was no humor to DeSoto's rough voice, as usual, and his face was set in an emotionless gaze. Unlike Roscoe, the laid-back doberman brother was a to-the-point kind of mafioso. In his eyes, business had to be taken seriously, and anything that had to do with beating the snot out of cocky mutts like 'ole Reggie here was his kind of business.

Rolling his shoulders in a mock display of boredom, DeSoto rose from his haunches and gouged the dirt with the tips of his claws. He would teach this ugly mother not to bite off more than he could chew—in both a literal and figurative sense. Heck, the guy had a set of chompers that rivaled DeSoto's own; he would have to play his cards right if he wanted to avoid being on the receiving end of the brute's bad dentistry.

So when Reggie offered his neck to DeSoto, the doberman almost took the opportunity. He began to charge headlong at the other dog, and as soon as he was in biting range, dipped his head at the last minute and made a grab at Reggie's foreleg. From here, he would attempt to trip the large dog--after all, the bigger they are, the harder they fall, right?

Besides, nobody said that he had to play fair.

Jan 24, 2016 15:37:33 GMT -5 Butterball said:

Dec 7, 2015 1:05:24 GMT -5 Marie said:

Marie eyes narrowed dangerously towards the big dog who had growled at her. Had she still had her magic or even kept her tiger-like apperance, things would have been easier. But no, she had given up magic, why? She doubted anyone would have allowed her back in if she had kept it. Ever fiber of her being wanted her to hiss at the dog in means of a challenge, but it would probably end up being suicidal.

"Picking on a lady, how rude." she frowned before muttering under her breath. "Uncivilized mutt." A familiar voice caused her ears to perk up.

A very familiar cat, Butterball if she recalled correctly, and without Elf? Strange. Normally the two were together some of the time. No matter. He wanted to spar, then he would get his wish.

"It's Marie." she said with a slight hiss, the fluffy cat meant no harm. It was an easy mistake but she had to look tough. "Let's begin shall we?"

Butterball slightly hissed back. "Yeah, let's begin! You wanna make the first move or should I"? Butterball asked. He wanted to be polite, and seeing that Marie was a girl he would gladly give Marie the first move if she wanted. To tell the truth, Butterball probably wasn't even close to being as experienced as Marie. So, he could probably learn quite a bit from this training session with Marie. 

Marie gave a slight smirk. Ah how naivie. No real opponent would ask who should make the first move. But that was besides the point, he would learn that in due time. Even if she wasn't as strong or had as much experience on the battlefield, she did know a thing or two from watching the others. Without a word, she extracted her claws and pounced on the fluffy white cat, hoping to either catch him off guard or to pin him down. Either worked for her