Murder

The husky man walked into the pit, two leashes in his right hand, while a pet carrier hung from his left. In the crate was Murder’s four new beautiful pups. They would be his future fighters, if not he would sell them and keep the ones he thought was worthy. This is how he worked.

He stepped down the stair case and into the basement that was clearing out a bit since the wolf center group had barged in. He quickly raised his hand and roared out to the crowd. “I have a new fighter, I want to test his strength. Any takers?!" He laughed and pulled Omen to the entrance of the pit, Unhooking the leash but leaving the collar about the hybrids neck. "Show me what your made of boy." He laughed and closed the gate behind Omen once he was in.

Murder looked on with dark orbs and smiled to him, she too wanted to see what he had. Herself had lost only once she felt proud of herself but still wanted to rack up a few more wins. Though she was nursing now with pups who needed her, so she was on pause for the while.

The pups in the cage squirmed at the different smells in the pit, the smoke, illegal drugs, blood, and other canines. Wretched growled and buffed a bark then hid his nose blindly under his siblings. Thrasher turned his short fat muzzle to the light of the opening of the crate. He buffed his own bark then lowered and quickly fell asleep.

Tarence held up a wad of money, "I bet $200 Hazard will win!" he chuckled and waited for the bait.

Omen // Hazard

Omen, known as Hazard by the human followed obediantely beside Tarence and Murder. The stout hybrid was a perfect combination of breeds to make a good fighter. Being part wolf he was tall and had the shaggier, thicker coat and his rottweiler heritage gave him his more muscled and thick mass while the doberman gave him his agility and color. He was a sight to see and even more of a sight to watch at a fight, being a pretty good fighter. He had only been fought once or twice but was already good and he was itching for a fight now.

Omen sniffed at the air in the basement, it was mixed with staleness, blood, canines and drugs, not a very nice mix. But, it smelt like home to him, this was where he wanted to be. The large hybrid gave the slender doberman female a grin before stepping into the pit. He shook his body and looked out at all the canines in the pit. He sent a glare to some of the males, feeling slightly protective over Murder and their pups. Omen raised his tail and dial and growled out at the crowd. He was ready for a fight, ready for blood all he needed now was competition. Mo< Arith growled a little at her siblings and snapped at Wretched who stuck his nose under her belly. She tugged on his ear which she seemed to have gotten a hold of. Khaz looked out with Thrasher into the light with his one good eye. His other was a cloudy blue because he was blind in that one. The male wagged his tail at his mother and his dad who was put into the ring. He looked curiously out at the place, it smelled and looked quite wierd to the small pup.

Boki

The yellow lab mix trembled as he was forced into the arena. A rugged thin man kicked the dog to the middle and roared out. "I found this mutt out hunt'n yesturday, I think he'd do mighty fine in this here arena. Get'm Mutt" He laughed and shut the door with a trembling dog inside. His eyes turned and he growled viciously to Omen. His head the shape of a lab with the jaw of a german shepherd, the rest of his body was that of a lab with shepherd fur. "B-back off" He snarled in fear. Ready to attack in his defence.