Its a Dogs Life

"Never," Rose growled. The pain her neck was severe but as always he left her body free. She could just flip over to get a better angle. She rolled over, the side of her face still pressed firmly into the ground. She opened her mouth as best and she could and felt his paw slip a little into her mouth. She bit down crushing savagely. It was not much but any pain was enough to make a dog lose focus. As this happened she thrust her body upwards and backward ramming him in the stomach. She could feel his teeth rip across the skin on her neck and knew she had been really close to dying. She sidestepped out from under him and take a few steps back before lunging for his neck. She connected and the force of her body knocked him down. She tightened the grip and refused to release.
 
Not totally stunned by this, he rolled with her momentum, using it to reverse the hold, pinning her beneath him. The thick layer of fur and skin that shrouded his neck made her bite nothing more than a nuisance. Thrusting his shoulders into her exposed chest once more, the pressure and angle was directed towards her ribcage, hopefully inflicting enough damage to temporarily loosen her hold so that he could escape her grasp and leap to his feet, back-stepping and waiting on her next futile move.
 
Rose took a few steps back waiting for him to make a move. This was by far one of her hardest fights but she almost enjoyed the challenge. She breathed heavily but for some reason she was not all that tired. SHe could warm blood dripping down her coat but she did not feel the pain. She could see the wounds she had inflicted on him. His neck was covered in a mane and the best way to force him to submit would be to grab his mouth in hers. It was a more dangerous move and she did not know if she would be able to get to his mouth before he would go for the death blow. All of these thoughts ran through her mind in seconds. Suddenly she had a flashback to when she was a fightng dog. She had hated it. She had hated the pain she caused and the fact that her victory meant death for a dog.


"Why are we fighting like this?" she asked him softly. "Aren't we here for a second chance? Why are we blowing it?" she said sorrow flowing through her body.


(How long is this going to go on? Do you want Matt to show up and break the fight up?)
 
(Maybe after they resolve it and find out who's leader, then Matt comes in and cleans 'em up and junk?)


Bear puffed out his chest, head lowering to meet her gaze with his detached and rather damning black oculars. "I'm fighting for leadership, for dominance, as our kind have done for eons before us. Civilized we are not, but it's all I know and there isn't much hope for me now. I'm glad to be here, but not if it means taking orders from another. That is why I'm fighting. But to reflect, why are you fighting?" His voice had been level, almost as tranquil as if he had just woken from a nap. Obviously this match held no appeal for him, for what pleasure was there for him in defeating a female? Sexist? Absolutely. True? Even more so.


Body stiffening to show that he was waiting on her strike, he had no intentions of making any maneuver unless completely justified. His tail wagged docilely, for beneath his cruel and vitriolic exterior, he was quite a tolerable guy...
 
(ok)


Rose watched him carefully. He seemed like an intelligent dog but he had attacked Phoenix for no reason. "I am fighting for dominance but I should not be fighitng you for dominance. I should be fight other females. So obviously another reason. I am fighting because you attacked Phoenix without being provoked. I would understand if Phoenix had been trying to establish dominance but at that point he was doing nothing threatening. I am fighting because I do not trust you," she barked hoping to be able to talk this fight out.
 
"I was purely showing my lack of tolerance for weak, squeamish, and un-confident dogs such as himself. Besides, I figured it best to get the inevitable over with. However, I don't expect you to understand how the male's mind works. I guarantee that I have my logic, but do not hold you accountable to coincide. Now, since we clearly do not want to continue this fight, how do you suppose we resolve it?" With a brief lift of his head, he rose to his full stature, ears sliding forward to show his awareness and respect for her input.


Silently Phoenix bristled, watching Bear luridly. Lips twisted into a soundless snarl, he observed resentfully.
 
Rose held back a snarl as he called Phoenix weak. She cut Phoenix an apologetic look but resolving the fight was in the best interest of the pack. "I do believe I should continue to be Alpha Female unless another female wants to challenge me," she barked.
 
Kota writhed in pain, the agony gradually climbing in magnitude with the passing moments. Clearly she had no objection, for primarily she didn't care. Right now all that was going on was no more than a numbing buzz in the farthest fathomable reaches of her mind.


Bear snorted. He'd made his statement clear. He wanted to be a dominant figure, and was more or less unwilling to budge--let alone compromise. Legs slamming back like springs let loose, he soared towards her, clasping his jaws around her neck and flipping her onto her back with a single thrust of his neck. "How about we settle on my terms and leave well enough alone? We share authority. If you don't like it, well then that's too bad... I'm to be regarded as an Alpha until challenged by another, 'les you'd like to try and challenge me for that place as well?"
 
Rose's eyes filled with anger but she forced herself to relax. She laid there waiting for him to release. She had not said that the position of Alpha Male was not his. "When you get off of me I will talk," she barked calmly.
 
Grumbling he released her, callously turning his back and stepping away. He held no fear for he was fairly sure that she was smart enough not to dare try and fight while his back was turned. Tonight ranks would be established, and as usual, the hierarchy would be respected.
 
Rose stood up shaking the drool oof of her neck. "Unless another dog challenges you Alpha Male is yours," she barked calmly. She could see that both her and Bear were cut up but the handlers would deal with that. As she thought this she heard a car pull up. Matt burst through the door. She jogged over to him wagging her tail kindly.


Matt was shocked to see the two dogs covereing in blood and completely cut up. He barely knew what to do.
 
Bear grunted with mutual agreement. Shaking his coat briskly, he meandered over to Titan, who was by now sprawled on the floor, sound asleep. Reclining beside the larger Akita, he began to nose his wounds, licking at what lacerations he could, leaving the others to sting and itch as they willed. Obviously uncomfortable, muting a frustrated whine, he groggily laid down beside Titan, using the male as a a pillow. Blood seeped from the openings on his neck. Rose was pretty tough.
 
Matt grabbed two leashes and clipped one to Rose's collar. Before approaching the male he called Gwyn. She was the one with a degree in medicene. "Hey big boy," he whispered approaching Bear.
 
Bear's annoyed glare befell Matt. He almost felt sorry for the lad. He didn't have a clue that he was notorious for his loathsome attitude towards leashes. A low and throaty growl emerged from his throat, gaze shifting to the lead as his ears pricked cautiously. Rising steadily to his feet, he backed up, leaving himself little room between the barn wall and the man. Tail raised aggressively, he seemed to frown, lips draw aback and sloping downward.
 
Matt tossed to leash onto the floor and decided to just call the dog. "Bear, come," he commanded. The door behind him opened and Gwyn appeared. She did not even look at him but simply went straight to Kota's stall. 'Crap now she has gone into labor,' he thought.


Gwyn sat down in front of Kota's stall. If the female did not need her help she would not touch her.


Rose frowned at Bear.
 
Begrudgingly Bear lowered his head, hackles raising as he lumbered over to Matt. Tail laying low, he assumed that it was alright to receive treatment--however, it severely wounded his ego. Usually he would have gone without, but upon seeing Rose's disapproval, he nonchalantly submitted.


Kota panted, looking up at Gwyn with pleading hazel eyes. She was in pain... the pups were nearly there and she was beyond scared. Nuzzling at the woman's calf with her warm nose and licking the skin desperately. Her ears had flopped back on her head as she whined in distress.
 
Gwyn rubed the females head and pulled a needle out of her bag. She measured out a dose of painkiller. She gently picked up Kota's leg injecting the medicene into her system. "This should help," She whispered.


Rose walked beside Matt into the side room.It as was where they prepared the food and kept all of the medical equipment. Matt lifted Rose onto the table that was also used as a grooming space. They hardly ever washed the dogs unless they were injured and needed to prevent injuries. He picked up the shower head and begin rinsing out the wounds on her neck and the other scratches on her body. She waited patiently knowing the less she struggled the less likely it would be for him to put her under sedatives. Once he had cleaned the wounds he pulled out a needle and filled it with a substance to numbe the pain before he began to suture her neck.


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Obediently Bear followed at the man's heels, somewhat mournful as he sat down, head still above the table and permitting him to watch. Drops of water splashed down on him from the table as Rose was rinsed off, causing him to recoil and plop down in the frame of the door. Tail wagging steadily, he couldn't help but find humor in Rose's soaked appearance. Although, it brought to question what he would look like after a bath... not a pretty thought at all....


Kota felt the intensity of her pain fade a few degrees, and she was grateful. Licking at Gwyn's fingers, she then lapsed back into her periodic contractions, body rippling as she began to give birth. One by one, three healthy puppies emerged into the world.


Thoughtfully Kota cleansed them with her tongue, eyes half-lidded as she was overcome by exhaustion. Nudging the young towards her stomach, she sighed, curling around them and slowly drifting into sleep... only... she woke with a start as they had begun to suckle, it felt odd, slightly painful, but she got use to it. At least they didn't have teeth...yet. With a doggish smile, she licked their small bodies and fell asleep, head resting on her paws.
 
Curled around in a ball, back in her own stall, Prinny lay, eyes closed. She wasn't asleep, nor had she eaten, it was something she did every now and then since she'd been taken in. Something would just seep into her head, and she would find herself thinking about very tiny little paws, and one very nice dog. Sighing, she let out a small cry of a whine, barely audible, as a pang of missing went through her, along with a bit of wonder. They would be...she didn't even know.
 
Doc watched the two dogs walk into the side room sighing heavily. The fight had been intense and he had tried to prevent the pups from seeing it. HE looked around hoping Prinny was ok.
 
Kane was curled up in a ball in the corner of his stall, his brown fur on end. He was still new to this place, so he hadn't come out of his comfort zone to meet any of the other canines that roamed the barn and elsewhere. A small yawn escapes his pursed lips and makes him stand. He didn't want to sleep, not yet. He slowly drags his body to the stall door, pushes it open with his nose, and slips out. He trots down the aisle, his unusual blue eyes darting around from side to side
 
Titan greeted the new dog with a curt grunt, an although he appeared to be comatose, he was as vigilant as any other canine. Wickedly-curved tail wagging loftily in welcome, he furthered the acknowledgement with a twitch of his ears. Shifting in position slightly, his massive skull now resided on his long forearms. Nostrils flared to sift through the myriad of scents, he took caution when seeking out that of the new face.
 
(Aaron Michael Krahn did you fill out a character sheet? If you did I am really sorry that I forgot about your character... I have a terrible memory :P


Rose ignored the tug of the needle in her skin and soon enough it was over. Matt wrapped her neck in a bandage and lifted her off the table. She laid down on the cool concrete floor and thought about how boring the next few days would be. Whenever two dogs got in a fight they had to stay in the barn all day. There was a small dog run that attached to the barn but other than that her and Bear would not be allowed outside. This was partially because their behavior had to be monitored but Gwyn and Matt also had to make sure they remained healthy.
 
Bear, unknowing of the punishment, was drearily gazing around, panting heavily as blood trickled down from his neck, side, and paws. It wouldn't have bothered him so if not for the fact that it had begun to amount beneath him in a pool of sanguine. Sniffing at it briefly, when looked back to Matt and Rose the tip of his nare was soaked in crimson. Mouth ajar in a goofy smirk, he looked rather happy--despite the pain. "Your neck looks like a marshmellow," he barked, noting the white gauze.
 
Rose rolled her eyes, "Wait until he is done with you," she barked looking at his legs. Rose was small for a pitbull and her teeth were almost like puppies in size. They were sharp like needle instead of large and more useful for crushing. She could see the small puncture wounds she had left and a wave of satisfaction but also regret rolled over her.


Matt walked up to Bear and lifted him onto the table. He checked the drawer for a muzzle just in case he needed it.
 
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