Breaking The Ring (OmniscientOracle & CarnageIncarnate)
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				Title: <strong>Breaking The Ring (OmniscientOracle &amp; CarnageIncarnate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>24-06-2015, 15:49:17</strong>
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				A grizzled man in a shabby leather coat and aviator sunglasses gnawed on the end of his cigar and stalked down the hallway leading from the fight ring.&nbsp; He stopped outside of a door and looked both ways before "casually" opening the door and walking in.&nbsp; "We got a problem," he announced to the room at large as soon as he closed the door behind him.&nbsp; "It ain't another Wolfan."<br><br>The creature in the center of the room paused in slashing the air around him and looked at the man.&nbsp; "What do you mean, boss?"<br><br>"I mean, you furry, shit-brained, overgrown mongrel, that you ain't going to be fighting another Wolfan.&nbsp; It's one of that other kind, a Felinan, or whatever they call themselves.&nbsp; Trust that son of a bitch of a fight arranger to pull a fast one on us.&nbsp; He must be getting tired of watching Wolfan tear each other apart."<br><br>Keeping his face perfectly blank, the Wolfan resumed slashing at shadows.&nbsp; "Whatever it is, it will bleed just the same."<br><br>The Wolfan's owner took the foul-smelling cigar from his mouth and leered at the anthropomorphic wolf.&nbsp; "This one is a female, too.&nbsp; A pretty one."<br><br>There was a slight hesitation in the flashing claws, but then the Wolfan shrugged carelessly, muttering, "So what, then?&nbsp; It's a female."<br><br>"I know you," the man shot back, his leer replaced with a snarl.&nbsp; "You have a bad habit of being weak, particularly when it comes to your own kind and females.&nbsp; I hope the beating I gave you last time got rid of that little problem."<br><br>The Wolfan stopped slashing and cracked his knuckles, breathing heavily and replying dryly, "Yeah, that and the starving.&nbsp; Thanks for that, boss."<br><br>Throwing his cigar end to the floor, the man stomped up to the Wolfan and stabbed him in the chest with a finger, seemingly ignorant of the fact that he only came up to the Wolfan's collarbone.&nbsp; "Listen to me, you mutt:&nbsp; You are supposed to be called 'Shredder Sampson' for a reason.&nbsp; Do you think that anyone else would have picked you up from that breeding farm?&nbsp; You'd probably be there now if I hadn't chosen you.&nbsp; You're too stupid to be a servant and too ugly to be a pet.&nbsp; That's why you haven't killed me yet, even though I know you would love to.&nbsp; You want to know how fast you would be lynched?&nbsp; Skinned alive and left to hang in the sun like a rabid dog?&nbsp; Nobody out there likes you, that's why they pay to see you kill each other.&nbsp; Sometimes I wonder why we even bothered creating your kind.&nbsp; You are all fucking useless."<br><br>"If we are all useless," Sampson said quietly as he faced the door and quickly ran his claws through his dark-brown fur, "Then why do we fight and die for your entertainment?"<br><br>"Because you are nothing but a bunch of animals," the man grunted in reply.&nbsp; "Sure, you can speak and you walk on two legs, but the bigwigs in the government say that you are dumb animals, and that is good enough for me.&nbsp; Now, get out there and tear that cat a new one.&nbsp; And you better do it, otherwise you need not come out of that ring.&nbsp; Alive, at least.&nbsp; Go on.&nbsp; Get out there and make me some money."<br><br>Sampson opened the door to the hallway and stepped out, heading towards the ring and the screaming crowd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking The Ring (OmniscientOracle &amp; CarnageIncarnate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmbrosiaPudding</strong> on <strong>24-06-2015, 19:34:01</strong>
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				The dripping sound of moldy water, falling off damp, concrete walls, was almost overpowering. Though the dripping sound became nothing as the sound of leather heels, with sharp spurs, clinking against the floor. Oh great. He was coming. Bringing herself to her feet, because she would be horribly beaten for sitting down, a pair of green eyes stared into the dark, watching for the tall man. His heavy cologne mixed with the smell of mildew. <br><br>A small, pink, nose scrunched up as the smell hit. Whiskers prickled away from it. The man was tall, glaring at the creature he’d spent meticulous time with his brother creating. <br><br>“You’re ready, right?” He shook his head, salt and pepper hair shaking as he did. “Of course you’re ready. Don’t you go easy on him either. You’re not the same. Sure, you’re not both not human but, you’re not the same.” <br><br>“I know.” It was a simple, soft answer. Though she wasn’t as tall as most of the Wolfans, she towered over most women at 5’11”. “That’s why I’m Lina the Leopard.”<br><br>“Don’t get smart.” The cage that they kept her in, he began unlocking quickly. “We created you out of a leopard to be faster, quicker, more agile. That’s where you’ll take him. If we’re lucky you just being, well,” He gestured down at him. “, a feline woman, might distract him a little. Not only that but, you’re white. That’s got to be a new one” <br><br>“So I can kill him?” Lina asked, he stopped, looking up at her. His eyes were hard, different than his brothers. When his brother had created her he had done it with compassion. “Don’t worry, I’ll get the job done.” Long fingers ran through short, soft, white fur. The black stripes on her arms and back were only a little visible to her. She didn’t have permanent claws, being a Felian. Hers were retractable. He walked her down the hallway, opening the door for her, the light flooded in, sharp green eyes flicked quickly, adjusting. The cheering of the crowd was a little jarring, all the fighting she’d done in the past, they hadn’t been in front of crowd. <br><br>“Go get him.” With a deep breath, she did, walking out among the bright lights. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking The Ring (OmniscientOracle &amp; CarnageIncarnate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 12:35:54</strong>
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				The ring was never a good place.&nbsp; It always meant the promise of blood being spilled, and the smell for Sampson was horrendous.&nbsp; It was like his nose was assaulted by sweat, mold, soap, and stale blood, an olfactory cocktail that he loathed.&nbsp; With four spotlights shining into the ring from each corner, the lights were blinding, and the screams and calls of the watchers always set his fur on end.<br><br>A metal gate stood between him and the entryway of the ring, supposedly to hold the fighters back from tearing each other to ribbons.&nbsp; The more realistic and simple reason was that it gave the ring announcers time to rev up the audience for the fight ahead.&nbsp; Sampson flattened his ears against his head and squinted his eyes as a bold and blaring voice roared out to the room, "Laaaaadddiiiiiiiiieeeeeeessssss aaaannnnnndddd geeeeennnntlemeeeennn!&nbsp; You came here for a fight, and you are gonna get one!&nbsp; This is a rivalry that has existed since the dawn of animals!&nbsp; Tonight, we will see which is more ferocious:&nbsp; The cat, or the dog!&nbsp; We present, for your entertainment . . . the Wolfan, Shredder Sampson, versus the Felinan, Lina the Leopard!&nbsp; Do you want to see some blood?&nbsp; I said, do you want to see some blooooooooddddd?!&nbsp; Then!&nbsp; Let's!&nbsp; Fiiiiiiiiiiight!"<br><br>There was a clank, then the screech of gears as the opposite metals gates rose at the same time.&nbsp; Sampson sighed and walked into the ring, not even bothering to heat up the audience with a show.&nbsp; He had no respect for the scum that came to see this, and he certainly was not going to play to their bloodlust.&nbsp; He could only hope that the opposing Felinan felt the same way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking The Ring (OmniscientOracle &amp; CarnageIncarnate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AmbrosiaPudding</strong> on <strong>06-07-2015, 06:51:52</strong>
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				The leopard ignored the announcer, even as he said her name. She had no drive to listen to his pathetic words. What he said was meaningless. What the crowd wanted, how loud they cheered. None of it mattered. What mattered was that she defeated the opponent before her. It's what she had been trained for. What she knew she had to do. though, even as she gazed at the arena surrounding them, she knew. She knew she would be able to escape what they were in. It would be nothing for her to jump from the middle of the arena to one of the beams above her head. From there is was a simple task to get out the roof. Though she doubted she'd make it out alive. More than likely she'd be shot, she was just one person.<br><br>Lina's ears flattened against her black hair. Fangs bared she glared at the screeching of gears. God. Didn't they knew that she could hear 100 times better than any human could? Obviously not. Stepping out into the ring, Lina looked across the arena at her opponent. Her first thought was, she wasn't intimidated. She'd seen Sampson before. She hadn't been watching him, not like sh'ed studied his moves or anything of that nature. No. She'd just seen him before. Lina couldn't remember where, or how, but she'd seen him. <br><br>"Just as we've practiced." The voice whispering behind Lina reached her. Though, it didn't phase her. Of course she was going to do as they were talking about. She didn't want to get killed or seriously maimed. <br><br>As the light flooded her, sensitive eyes flickered, pupils dilating. Immediately Lina's heart began pounding. She could feel it hammering in her chest. She was nervous. Her first fight. Lord she was nervous. Lina knew that the arena was no place for nerves though. Instead she dropped, Crouching on one leg, her left leg shooting out in a powerful angle. She didn't care that the crowd cheered watching her move. Instead she bared her fangs at Sampson. She wasn't going to do the whole dance and circles. That wasn't what she was there for. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking The Ring (OmniscientOracle &amp; CarnageIncarnate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>20-07-2015, 14:39:12</strong>
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				It was hard, at best, to feel afraid of his opponent.&nbsp; She lacked the sheer bulk of muscles that Sampson was used to in his adversaries, and she did not look nearly as fearsome as some of them had been.&nbsp; In fact, he suspected that he probably looked more threatening than she did.&nbsp; At least, though, she seemed to be as uninterested in the humans and their fanaticism as he was.&nbsp; But the one major thing that caught his attention was that she did not seem to have her heart in the fight.&nbsp; She almost seemed . . . distracted.&nbsp; As if there was something else in her mind.&nbsp; That was odd.&nbsp; Usually the Wolfan he faced were eager to fight, hopefully win, and walk out alive, but she looked up at the ceiling, to the sides, even over her shoulder for a glance.&nbsp; Sampson squinted his eyes as he wondered what she was thinking.<br><br>Then the gates closed behind them and she dropped into a fighting pose.&nbsp; This was no time to get into the cat's head.&nbsp; It was do or die, now.&nbsp; And he had no intention whatsoever of dying.<br><br>Crouching down, he placed one clawed foot sideways behind him and put his hands out to either side.&nbsp; She was adopting a defensive pose, probably hoping that he would launch himself at her so she could dodge him and maybe even land a blow.&nbsp; But he was not some stupid brute who flew in with claws swinging.&nbsp; He preferred to use his head while fighting.&nbsp; Keeping his eyes locked on her, he slowly edged to the right around the ring, growling dangerously and getting closer to her step by step, but remaining in total control of his actions at all times.&nbsp; He moved his left hand in front of his throat, palm out, while keeping his other hand away from his body, gradually closing the distance between them.
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