A new place and a new begining -

[- Roscoe]

Roscoe had been trotting into the unknown filthy neighborhood for a while now, ever since he had left his old and trusting friends, he has become almost a loner now. He watched the kids run across the empty streets, some having knives and long threatening bats in their hands.. he keapt his eyes pealed for he didnt know what suprises might sneak up on him, since this ghetto isint a friendly one. Roscoes ears perked up as a loud cry for help reatched to his ears, he looked to the side and noticed a bunch of kids beating up on a pregnant dog. Roscoe would usualy go and help those in need.. but this time he was just to filled with sadness that he had just run away like a coward with his tail between his legs and noticed the kids throwing rocks at him. Then Roscoe found an old and abandoned house and stepped right in it and layed down just watching the dangers of this new area.. he sure missed the old days and his old friends..

[Callie]

A lone dog traveled through the Ghetto neighborhood, her ears pinned back against her nape and her tail held up. The sun shinned down on her golden fur, causing it to shine despite the dirt that clung to it from when she had laid down to rest not long ago. Her dark brown eyes looked at nothing but what was right in front of her as she traveled around behind houses and dodged groups of kids as they ran around doing various things such as playing ball or torturing animals, or whatever kids do for fun on a day like today. The sun was out, but the wind had a certain chill in it. It didn't bother Callie, though, she paid no attention to the children or the weather, she had been through her enough to know that the best thing to do was just avoid eye contact and direct no attention to yourself. Move quickly and go straight to your destination without any side stops to stare at the other dogs or at the ugly children who would sometimes yell at you for no reason.
Soon a familiar scent drifted into her nares. Yes, it was where she was headed. Not far ahead was an old house, long abandoned by its owners it was left to the dogs, literally. There was a large oak tree just outside it and an old rundown fence around it. The roof was covered from acorns, branched, and leaves that had fallen from the oak tree, not to mention bird poop. As she neared she saw the door, one of its hinges were broke causing it to hang down over the entrance, leaving just a big enough space under it for a good sized dog to get in.
She trotted up the old sidewalk, or at least what was left of it. It was more like a few slivers of concrete since the grass had cracked it open and spread it apart. Once she reached the door she stepped up into the old house, letting out a sigh of relief. Then she froze.
Another smell drifted into her nares, one that was familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Another dog, a male, but one she had never met before. Her dark brown eyes darted around the room, finally spotting him lying on the floor of the house. The sun shined in through the two broken windows, lighting the room enough to where you could easily make out the figure of a dog among the rubbish.
She took a weary step forward, her ears perked foreword so that she could hear him she spoke. "Hello?" her voice was quiet, weary, unwelcoming, and all at once, feminine. She raised her brow and waited for a response, she had to know how he would react to her before she could reveal her sarcastic, unkind, rude self.

[- Roscoe]

He just layed there almost falling asleep untill something caught his attention, he sniffed the air and perked his ears up and noticed a golden fea walk towards the cramped building, Roscoe emediatly rose up to all fours and raised up his tail but slightly wagging it. He staired straight into the feas dark brown orbs until a small gray dust broke the concentration between the two. He quickly turned his frame to face hers again and spoke "Im Roscoe.." he stated and waited for her responce.

[Callie]

"Ah... that's nice" she spoke, again wondering why the first thing most dogs do is throw out their name. She skipped telling hers, this dog didn't need to know her name.
She started to walk around him, glancing around at the cluttered house, making sure everything was how she had left it. Yes, a mess. As she looked at all of it, all of the cluttered junk that the past humans had left, and other various things that she had drug in, or another dog had left a smile grew upon her maw, a fake smile, but a smile nonetheless. Smiling was a rare thing for her, or at least real smiles. It had been a while since she had been really happy, but she was born on the streets and as far as she was concerned this was the life. It was just not the happiest at the moment.
"New here, aren’t cha?" she asked as she looked back at him, her dark brown eyes shinning in a sly sort of way. She had nothing up her sleeve, though; she was making it up as she went along like always.
As she looked at him she made note of his body build. Large and masculine? But still not the biggest guy she'd seen, but you can't judge strength merely by size. A mixed breed, obviously a stray. He looked a lot like a rottweiler, mixed with some other breeds that she couldn't quite pick out. By how he didn't come on with a 'witty remark' or something stupid after introducing himself she figured that he was probably surprised at her entering and therefore she couldn't tell anything about his personality yet. He did wag his tail, though, which probably meant friendly. These things flew around her mind as she slowly made her way to the other side of the room, glancing at him every now and then, and waiting for a response.

[|Makalo|]

With stealth that only the dark possessed he inched his shadowed frame along the alley ways of the ghetto. Not to far ahead of him was a couple of dogs. Their presence really wouldn't have bothered him much had they been elsewhere but they were here. Of all places the pitiful canines could have been it was here, with him in the shadows watching them converse. The female from what he could tell was not his type but in these lands which were somewhat new to him she was the first of the opposite gender he had come across. The brute on the other hand, though unfamiliar, did not surprise him to be around these parts after all this is where he himself choose to be.

A moments pause to give the femen a chance to cross the way without seeing him then he stepped out fangs bared and a low growl emerging from his throat. His purpose in this world was to win and thats what he intended to do be there blood spilt or not. Dominance was his goal for now and maybe even to claim the honey tinted fae as his own. Orbs displayed his aggression towards the brute first then towards the fae. Noting the honey colored feme looked rather dainty he choose to advance on her first if he could thrash her into submission he could claim her as well as display himself as a threat to the multicolored brute. With that final thought he snarled in the dogs direcrion as he moved forward in her direction.

[Callie]

Callie reached the other side of the abandoned house, examining the junk that lay there. This was the old house that she'd been living in for the past few weeks, leaving in the morning to make her rounds and returning later to rest. The only thing that was missing was the homey feeling, but it didn't bother her. Seemed like something had been missing all her life, only once had she felt like she was complete and that was long ago. She refused to bring those memories back, and instead pushed them aside in hopes of forgetting them altogether.
She was just about to turn and face the mixed brute called Roscoe when she heard it. A growl, coming from the shadows. It sent a chill up her spine, but not because the growl itself was scary but because of where the growler was at. He was right behind her. She didn't make a move, though; she stood for a moment, thinking over what her next move would be. Then it came to her, play it cool.
Slowly she moved her rump away from him, turning around until she should see him. A brute, but that was obvious just from how growl. He was black and looked a lot like a lab to her, but she could tell he was mixed. Size-wise he looked large and probably strong, obviously pretty confident too. She'd dealt with dogs like him before, if he actually was the same as them and she was assuming he was. Coulda sworn her heat cycle wasn't for another week or two, though. Yet, she didn’t dwell on the reason he was here but instead what she was going to do now that he was here.
A grin grew on her maw, a grin that looked friendly but often meant trouble when you see it on this femme. "Well, hello there" she spoke, her voice feminine and friendly, she sounded weak and dainty. Her dark orbs shinned in the dim light. Slowly she lowered her ears, flattening them back against the back of her neck. Her eyes showed neither fear nor anger, only kindness. She didn't want to fight, but running away wasn't an option in her mind.

[|Makalo|]

Of all things he could of anticipated the wrench to do this was the one that to say the least caught him of guard throwing his plans to some extent off balance. Makalo's snarl fluctuated slightly as he spent a second in thought. He wasn't going to hurl himself at the sunny vix just yet, soon but not at this stage. His thoughts straight again he prowled closer to the fae who was now facing him until his snarling maw was inches, no millimeters from her jowls. Pools revealed nothing but pure rage towards what the wrench had said to him. She was immature to think that she could blow him away with a kind look or two. Tis was life on the streets and he had no pity for those wanting to take an easy way out of facing him, aviodence of his wrath was impossible.

His black bodice tensed to lounge at the dog should she attack before he. Jowls seized their growling for a brief moment for him to speak in a low hiss "It's your move wrench, you fight or you come easily. Let it be known t you I am prepared fr either option." Makalo sidestepped slightly to the right never removing his gaze from her. He was experienced in this game on the streets and he knew how to win as well as to not under estimate an opponent for in death even the smallest of canines would fight semi-royally.
(bad bad bad post >.<)

[- Roscoe]

He stared at the honey fea waiting if she evergave her name but he guessed wrong. Roscoe watched her walk towards the other side of the old room untill his gaze shifted towards a sound coming from outside. A small growl had caught his attention, he curled his tail behind hs back and noticed a dark labrador like figure had appeared from the darker corners. Roscoe didnt move from where he was standing as the dark brute approached the honey fea and noticed her acting more friendly towards him than she had to himself.. Out of curiosity Roscoe walked over to the brute only keeping a small distance and sniffed him.

(sorry im late heh.. god im bad at RP ..but oh well im just learning)

[Callie]

Her smile never left her maw as the black brute spoke. Come easily or fight, eh? She heard the two choices that he had given her and just as soon as she heard them she threw them to the side. Any dog could tell what he wanted; he didn't have to tell her that those were her choices because frankly, she didn't want to hear it. She had heard it a hundred times before and would probably hear it a thousand times again before she died; it was old news to her. Yet, she had not had one pup yet. She had lost the fight before, though. She would lose it when she would get too thingyy, and through these times she would mouth off to a dog that she thought that she could beat and instead she would loose she learned that you couldn't judge a book by it's cover. Judging a dog's strength from how they looked was unwise, and although this dog looked pretty tough she told herself over and over to be careful when looking at him. He could be stronger than he looked, or weaker, or maybe just right, it was hard to tell.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh?" she said, smiling and giving Roscoe a quick glance as if she were talking to him. She looked back at the black brute quickly, though, as it was never a good idea to take your eyes off your opponent. What she had said was probably not the wisest thing to say, but considering her two choices that she seemed to always get it didn't really matter anymore. Scrunching her neck up and moving her head toward her body she prepared just incase he decided to attack. She moved her paws slowly, preparing to leap out of the way if he jumped at her. Basically, she prepared for his attack altogether, planning out counters for the things that she thought he might do and prepared a backup plan if something went wrong. She wasn't going to make the first move, but she was going to prepare for his move since she was pretty sure that he would do something now. It usually didn't take much to make these dogs mad; it was sort of pathetic in a way.
She stood there, still smiling at him as she waited for his first move, assuming that he would make one.

[|Makalo|]

Testing him these two canines were. What with the feme's teasing and the brutes ignorance of his threat. His black bodice coiled like a spring to lounge at either of the two dogs. Makalo's black as night bodice struck out his jaws wide hoping to latch onto the neck of the honey coated fae. Frail beams of light glinted from scissors as they moved at neck breaking speed at the dogs neck. He would have taken on the brute first but as he seemed ill prepared but then more glory came fro enslaving a life then ending one. As soon as he could get this wrench to beg for mercy with blood leaking from gashes that covered all her mass he would have her to keep. Pools that appeared as black as his heart and pelt stared at the feme as his ivories prepared to latch on and not let go.

((Soo Sooo Soo sorry again guys : [ &and sorry for the short post too lol ))

[Callie]

The black brute leaped for her neck. She figured that he would, and she was already prepared for it. Earlier she had pulled her head in closer to her body, and therefore scrunching her neck up. The extra skin made rolls around her neck, and the fur bunched up. This made it extra hard to hit anything important when biting her neck, so when he bit there it would hurt, it would bleed, but it would not kill her. Sure, bleeding to death was always a problem, but her jugular and other vital things in her neck area were considerably safe.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the moment when she saw him lunge at her. She didn't dodge, all she did in that moment of time was raise her head a little, careful to keep her neck as scrunched up as before. The lower he bites without hitting anything important the better. After a few fights she learned that if she could get them to bite in the right place on her neck she could pry them off and if she was lucky she could get them on the ground too. Then, right before he hit, she laughed. She laughed, as if she was having fun, as if this is what she lived for, and it sounded almost evil. It was cut short, though. She felt his teeth sink into her loose skin. Her fur was thick, and helped in blocking, but it was not enough to stop him from biting. Pain exploded in her neck, and all she could do was stand completely still, her eyes shut.
She stood there for a moment, letting the blood seep out from around his jaws. Her golden fur was already turning a crimson red as the blood ran down her neck. Her mind was completely empty, fighting required plenty of thought but before she could do anything she had to stop and concentrate. Now that he had made his first move she could decide what to do next. Now it was her turn.
She knew what she wanted to do for her first move. She would quickly jerk her head up, she'd jerk it up over his head and with any luck he would let go. If he didn't let go, she would bring her body up, leaving only her hind feet on the ground and put one of her front paws on the back of his neck. She would then put as much of her weight as possible on that one paw, pushing him down and hopefully ripping him off her neck. If she successfully got him off her neck, she would leap for his hind leg, and bite down on his thigh, as hard as she could. She knew that your thigh would bleed, and he would have to walk on it. Not to mention that it seemed like a pretty easy place to go for her.

((OOC: Brain is mush, hope it doesn't suck too bad.))