Vintage

The medium-sized hybrid loped onto the terrain. He had heard of this place; a land where a certain human kept fighters. Fighters... That was the word that made him come here. Not only because of the humans, but that one word in total particular.

His head and tail were held low in a reasonable position as he slunk around the perimeters, making his way closer and closer to the building. He had something to ask of, and since he obviously couldn't ask a human, he had to turn to the other canines that dwelled here. He slowed to a halt once the cabin came into view and sat on his sleek and well-muscled haunches, glancing around. After a few brief seconds of gazing, he pointed his maw to the sky and howled out. It didn't sound much like a wolf; mostly some other regular dog, but out of all the breeds that ran coursed through his veins, there was one that helped him live on his own. Wolf. He only had a twinge of it in him, but a little went a long way. Once his little more-doggish-than-wolvish howl ended, his milkly chocolate brown eyes focused on the thick foliage that surrounded him, with the cabin not too far off. He was a "built" canine, meant for fighting, companionship, breeding(yet he never had any pups; former escapee), and possible guardian/protector matters, he was something that had some, if not then a lot, of value. But now was the wait, for a canine or the human himself to come.

Stave

A king hound was first to respond. He was llight buff with black markings above each eye, and very tall. His build was rather lean, without a lot of solid muscles. He was meant for chasing and quick attacks; not for long, face to face battles. On Ethan's hunting team, Stave was usually the first to catch the quarry. At the cabin, his roll was that of patrol, like most of the other free-ranging fighters. He was one of the trusted.

Moving quickly on his long limbs, Stave came to stop a few feet from Vintage, eyeing the dog over with sharp eyes. "Well there, who might you be? And your reasons for being here?" Normally, a stranger would be met with more aggression and caution, but Vintage had outright announced his presence. That, and he wasn't a wolf; not a pure-blood at least.

Vintage

Vintage had kept his calm and collected stature the whole time, throughout his wait. It was a short one at that, but he was glad. His sharp auds pricked as another canine made it's approach. He studdied it; it was huge, he had to say. Bigger than him, at least. But that didn't matter right now. It wouldn't, either. He was here to ask a simple question, and one a fight shouldn't come out of.

"Vintage," he began, nodding, "I have a question. I had traveled far to get here, and I wish for an answer. I want to become a pit fighter, like what I was primarily created for. Could I achieve that dream here? I'm am, on every account, willing to fight." he stated knowingly, narrowing a single chocolate eye at the other canine. Then his head was tilted. Would this other know? Or would he have to find the human and see if he could gain enough trust? He wanted to be a fighter, like what half of his lines were bred for.

His eyes altered, and a sighed slipped from his canine lips as he waited for a reply. It wasn't a sign of hope or anything; just plain and simple.

Ethan & Stave

"You've come to the right place." Stave replied, still studying Vintage and his appearance, "Ethan is always looking for fighters; though you'll have to prove yourself." The king hound turned his eyes to the cabin, watching for any movement. Ethan would surely be out any minute now, after hearing the dog's howl. "If you want to wander around free like us, keep your calm around the master. He'll teach you some tricks; and if you learn them quick and efficient, you'll wind up like me." The dog said, a touch of pride in his voice.

True to Stave's words, it wasn't long before the cabin door opened and a man stepped out. He was tall and lean-muscled, but his frame betrayed his true strength. His eyes were dark and coldly calculating as they looked over the new arrival.

Stave let his wolfish tail wag as he saw Ethan, and his ears went back. This was his alpha, whom ensured his food, safety, and care. Not much affection to speak of, but oh well. Stave had his canine companions. "If you wish to stay here, he is your alpha. Stand strong, but submit to him none the less."

Ethan retreated a moment into his house, then reappeared with a club held loosely in one hand. Just in case. He approached the pair, eyes locked on Vintage. "What do we have here? A new fighter?" The man's words were slightly monotone and slow, although he was very sharp-witted and intelligent. Skilled eyes looked over the dog's features, noting his build first off. As he got to within a few feet of Vintage, he stopped and waited to observe the canine's reaction to him.

Vintage

The brindle canine drew in a light breath as he spoke his first words again. That was good; he was at the right place first off. He was fired up deep inside, wanting to fight, since he knew he had the energy for it. If he had to prove himself; so be it. He would, and do his best. Even if he wasn't succeessful, which he was almost sure he'de be, he could always go out to find other fighter owners somewhere.

He sat, not lowering his stance, but keeping his banner on the ground, auds forward. At times, he could look like a wardog sitting there. Strong and regal, but this time he didn't pocess that regal look. His senses were alert, and he was clearly trying his best to look right in this human's eyes. Sitting tall, but making sure it wasn't too tall, since he couldn't quite be sure of what the other canine meant to do by saying "Stand strong but sumbit to him."

He eyed the club, auds going back a little, but not in aggression. He was never aggressive to humans, unless they were, first. He didn't attack, usually either way. He continued to sit, head tilting just a bit as his eyes caught the sunlight. Not too noticable. His brindle pelt shined with perfect health, catching the rays. He wondered how he appeared. A worthless hybrid, or a loyal, high standing fighter. He breathed lightly, complete attention on the two-legged whom stood in front of him, wondering what he would do.

Ethan & Stave

Ethan noted every aspect of Vintage's reaction to him, and held the dog's gaze unwaveringly. A slight smirk showed on the man's face when he saw the dog's ears go back a touch at the sight of the club. "So, you're a smart one. Must have some experience then." Ethan turned and began to move away, then paused and looked back, patting his side once and calling, "Come!" It seemed clear to the man that Vintage was owned at some point, so he was curious to know what basic commands the hybrid knew.

Stave came forward at Ethan's command, though it wasn't really directed at him. "He means for you to follow. I guess he's pleased with initial inspections; he's going to fight you now."

Vintage

Vintage kept his stance. He was a smart canine; knowing many things about what certain humans expected from their dogs. He didn't move at all-- only sitting there with his same position. He dared not meet eyes with the human.

Auds pricking as he heard the command, he started forward, pushing off onto all four paws as he moved. He nodded to the other hybrid and followed obediently, keeping his dial a bit higher than his shoulders but his tail low, level with his haunches. He continued after Ethan, not quite moving up next to him. If he was the alpha, he had to be respected. That was something he learned from his wolf side. He then waited to see what would be expected of him next, whatever it may be. He wanted to fight, nonetheless, and wanted to now. He had to prove himself, finally.

Ethan & Stave

Once again, Ethan was pleased wih Vintage's reaction. "You just might work out here." He said quietly, a grin showing. "Come." The command was sharply given as the man turned and headed for an area a little ways from the cabin.

Stave nodded to Vintage, "Doing good. Just hold up during the fight... and you're in." As before, the King Hound followed after Ethan, although he wasn't directly commanded to do so. He was very curious to see how the fight would go.

Vintage

Vintage followed dutifully after Ethan, excitement brewing in his viens. He was ready! He wanted to rip someone apart. His muscles were becoming tense as he struggled to hold and control his eagerness to fight. He knew he would do well. He continued after the human, wondering where this fight would take place.