<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/Josh-Kloss-josh-kloss-16610431-700-933.jpg)</div>Fighting wasn't his favorite, but he did it in order to survive. All the others like him where here for the same exact reason, because they were captured and forced to be here. To the wolf's advantage he was quite good at being what he was, he didn't let it get to him, he just let his wolf side take over when fighting and he always seemed to come out on top. He didn't think there was anyway to get out of the ring and the cages they were all kept in, he didn't try to show off, he didn't even understand how this was a sport, but it was... Anyone who so far bet on him was almost guaranteed to win.<br/><br/>He had just finished up his last fight, collapsing as he shifted back to his human body. All the wolves were kept here with just enough energy for a fight, it was easier for everyone to handle the wolves after a fight when they were exhausted. He felt his ankles become shackled, and his arms chained behind his back. He was lifted up and brought behind the scenes he figured they were just bringing him to his cage, but they brought him to a room and sat down. "Dress yourself, wolf, today might be your lucky day... Someone has an interest in purchasing you." Growled one of the guards who unlocked his hands and feet, after locking the door to the room he was in.<br/><br/>Oskar was slumped in the seat, not moving until he was completely unchained. He didn't know how he felt about the idea of being purchased, but he supposed anything was better than this shit hole. The guards were all heavily armed, afraid he might react and try to kill him. He had seen plenty of other wolves try this, but it never worked... It wasn't worth the fight. He stood up weakly, sliding into the boxers and bottoms he was given.<strong>"Uhmm... Shirt...? Shoes?"</strong>He asked, raising an eyebrow, he had a slight Spanish accent, but he mostly tried to hide it because people tended to look down more on foreigners. One of the guards laughed and shook his head. "Fresh out of your size." That was likely a lie, they had just grabbed what they could find that they thought he was going to fit in. They were too lazy to find something that would make him look good. Though the buyer might not want him in a shirt so he could check for blemishes.<br/><br/>Letting out a small growl of frustration Oskar just sighed and sat back down in the chair, waiting to be transported again. He hated these blood suckers that held him captive and he could only hope that the one taking him now was anything but one of those nasty creatures. A thick metal collar was placed around his neck, it had a chain leash that one of the guards roughly pulled on to make him stand.<strong>"You could just ask me to stand."</strong>He growled, as he got up. "Where's the fun in that?" The man laughed, quite evilly.<br/><br/>Placing his arms behind his back they made sure to securely tie his hands behind his back. The same guard who had pulled him up yanked on the metal leash, Oskar stumbled a bit before he got his footing back, he moved to beside the guard that held his leash and walked with his head down. Another guard joined him on the other side and one beside him to keep him going if he decided to start slacking.<br/><br/>They were moving to grounds that Oskar had never seen, at least close up. They were going where all the gamblers stood, where the dick in the throne sat. He thought that if he was being purchased that they would do it down where all the other wolves were so there was a large selection, but was he really hand picked? Or were they presenting every wolf one at a time for the buyer(s) so they wouldn't see how the beasts were kept? Surely the buyer(s) might want a discount if they saw how poorly the wolves were kept and treated. There was risk of getting all sorts of stuff in the conditions they were kept.<br/><br/>Soon enough they were stopped and he risked looking up, seeing the head asshole of this operation he felt the pull to shift and kill the guy, but it would surely kill him in turn... If not the guards, the lack of energy would. He peeked beside him to see a redheaded female, she was good looking, but not his type... Not his type what so ever, but that was a different story. Though there was something he couldn't quite place at the moment that was... Attracting about her?<br/><br/>He saw a sharply dressed man then, he looked quite out of place. He must be the buyer, and the girl must be what else he is here for. The man was definitely more his type, but he knew that he wasn't being bought for sexual reasons if he was buying the girl too... There was that same thing there with this man as with the girl, he was too tired to focus on figuring it out. There was only one guard close to him now, it was the one holding the leash, the other two were guarding the bloodsucker on the throne.<br/><br/>He pondered the thought of why he might be being bought, if not for anything sexual. Was he being bought to fight elsewhere? Was he to be treated a Gladiator in ancient Rome, being bought for another house... To bring that house fame and glory? Oh how he hoped not. He wanted to fight no more, at least not for a while till he got proper rest and what not. He looked down at his feet and waited to hear a verdict from the potential buyer... He hoped it was good and that this man would bring him to conditions better than the ones here, maybe let him get some rest and food. Oh, a shower or bath would be nice. The only type of cleaning the wolves got was with a hose, the water was usually cold and it hurt because the guards would spray the wolves with it, pressure wash them basically, against a wall. They liked to see the beasts in pain. Even now he wasn't that clean, having just gotten out of a fight. It might of been a good choice on their part to clean him up first, but it didn't really matter to Oskar one way or another.