Blade, Slicer, Emo child

Blad a male rottie had a spiked collar on.He was the alpha of his little sibling group. He pulled at his chain accasionally

Slicer sat where he was growling.

Emo child was lieing under her brother blade who protected her.

Hate

Having his own dog in the rink, Hate had been informed about the three rotts that were up for grabs. The well built man looked over the creatures with dark cold brown eyes. Moving up to them he sneered under his own breath. "Why ain't ya'll got no muzzles on" He sneered, picking out three metal muzzles from his tattered back pack.

Leaning down to Blade, "Hush boy, c'mon now." He said, gently slipping on the metal contraption. Self made of course. He followed the same proceedure with the other two. Dodging their bites if they threw any.

As soon as all three dogs were muzzled Hate pulled out his cell phone. "Yeah, Sin I have three Rott's down here, I need you to come pick them up.... Yeah, Murder is still in the rink... No they didn't cost nothin.... Just get your ass down here." He snarled then flipped the phone shut.

He eyed the dogs then went over their name tages. "Blade, Slicer... and Emo Child.. pft, interesting name. How's bout we just call you Emo for short. You ain't no child no more, the competition is gonna laugh at us if they have to fight against one." His eyes stayed strong on the dogs all the while.

Blade, Slicer, Emo

Blade snarled a warning to the human. He licked his lips and then felt the muzzle and he snarled and threw his head around trying to send the thing flying.

Slicer:He growled but nothing more.He usually had a muzzle on so when one was put on he just sat their.

Emo:She has never had one on. True she was a good fighter but she loved humans and new mbetter.She pawed at the muzzle her brown eyes watching him.

Hate

"It ain't gonna come off boy, it's a family made contraption, worked down from generation to generation." He growled as he waited for his brother.

Soon, an even larger man moved down the basement of the pit fights. His bright blue eyes shining in the dim lighted are. He was very well built with powerful arms, and a powerful body. "They look scrawny." He eyed them, noting they had little to no scars. "Looks like they haven't seen the rink much. Well, We'll get them use to that." He said, untieing them and then pulling them to the awaiting truck outside.

Opening the pit door he looked around for authority figures. Then moved to his truck and opened up the bed and put the three rotts in the cage beside the wolf. The cage was 3x3x8 giving the dogs just enough room to sit. They wouldn't be able to move. "You scum bags are gonna sit there till we get home, if I run across any other fightable dogs, though, you'll have to wait." He eyed them. Eyes favoring Blade. Hate came up to the door. "The big one is mine. Blade. You can have slicer. Give little Emo to Dark." He snickered, picking on his younger brother. Sin grunted "Yeah what ever." He growled, getting into the truck and slamming the door.

Since he was in the area, he heard of a pack of wild dogs in the alleys of the city. He started his truck toward there.

Rage began to wake up beside the two rotts. His complecion was the identical of his father, Vicious, all except his bloody orange eyes. The wind blew through his metallic fur, but he was still heavily drugged.