forum The Devil and His Beasts//OxO//CLOSED

Started March 22, 2020 by @GoblinKing

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The Dog City Devils had been acting wild almost the entire week. The competitions were coming up, with the Blackteeth Pack and the other smaller packs of Jericho City. And while they didn't always win, the DCD were confident that this year, they would win.

Why?

Because some of their most powerful pups had come of age. And with them, the DCD were sure to win.

No matter that the other packs had some pretty good medics, or good trackers and hunters. The DCD found pride in brute force, not sissy talents, and they carefully cultivated and trained their members to be the most powerful werewolves out there. The stronger, the better.

And Kade just so happened to be one of their strongest.

Kade stood in the corner of the DCD's pack room in the empty warehouse chosen for them. The other pack members were gathered together, a rare sight in the best of times, talking and laughing and brawling. There was a bar set up in the corner, and alcohol was being passed out freely. The pack was getting very drunk, making bets with each other. It was loud. Too loud, in his opinion.

It was his first time fighting in the competitions, and he was a bit nervous. Not that he would ever admit it, no, but his entire pack's hopes rested on him. Well, and a couple other wolves, too, but mostly him.

He didn't think he'd be able to do this.

But it was okay. If he lost, they probably wouldn't kill him.

Probably.

The Blackteeth were in the main area of the warehouse, howling and fucking around like they always did. They had a good chance of winning this year, like always. The Blackteeth were notorious for their strength and animosity. For their hunting abilities, swift and brutal.

Abe leaned against the wall, cheering on Harley and Sid- two wrestling packmates who were clearly near their shift, judging by their spike in aggression and strength. Perfect timing, too. He took the final swig off his Heineken, smashing the empty bottle’s base against the concrete wall of the warehouse to form a makeshift weapon, just in case. His pale eyes scanned the room.

He would be one of their fighters that year. What he lacked in brute force he more than made up for in stamina and an uncanny ability to play the underdog, only to burst back up to the top. This would be his first year fighting. If he lost, he’d be fine. Everyone lost their first year (unless you were Harley, who had a strength to rival Hercules’).

The fighting was starting soon. Kade could tell that by the way the wolves were getting roudier and were slowly trickling out of the room set aside for them. He picked up a cup of beer that had been set down, gulped it down, and followed. The alcohol burned as it went down, but it made him feel less nervous. He could do this. He would win. After all, he was one of the best, wasn't he?

He followed the other members of the pack to an empty room with bleachers set up, like a stadium. He stood in the corner, where the ones fighting would wait until they were to fight. The other packs slowly trickled in, and a couple of other guys joined him in the corner.

The Blackteeth moved as a group. They all poured into the room at once, sending a sudden shock of energy and noise through the room. Abe and the other fighters (Sid, Harley, and Johnny Mamba) split away, moving towards their own corner and trying to figure everything out. There was no set order to who’d be fighting who, only that Harley would be getting the strongest-looking and Abe would get up first.

Kade faintly recognized one of the guys from Blackteeth. He bared his teeth. Hopefully he wouldn't have to fight him.

Soon, all of the wolves had come into the room, and were sitting down and snarling at each other. An old man banged on a wooden box, and slowly, silence fell, although it took a pretty long while, with all the excitement and competition and tension in the air.

(Are our characters fighting against each other?)

(Abe and Kade? I was planning on it!)

Abe’s eyes scanned the room. And then he saw him. That trespassing asshole. He snarled softly back, feeling the hair on the back of his beck stand up. Hopefully that was the one Abe was matched with. He let him go the first time, and didn’t want it to happen a second.

He dropped into a crouch, waiting for the older werewolf to get on with it if he was gonna bang on the box so hard.

(Sweet! Just making sure! And, from his profile, I'm pretty sure Abe will win XD)

Kade waved mockingly at the Blacktooth wolf and glanced at the older man who had banged on the boxes.

"Welcome all," the older werewolf said in a bored tone, "to the thirty-second competition Jericho City has had with its werewolves. I see some new and old faces here, and, frankly, I don't care if we know each other or not. I don't want you coming up to me wanting to talk about the wars we faught in or something. I don't care. Don't talk to me."

Kade snickered. This guy certainly knew how to make the crowd quiet.

"Each pack will have some of their pups fighting. And I'm sure that you'll all enjoy watching that, but I want you to know that if you spill anything on the floor while you are cheering and acting like idiots and small children, you will be cleaning this warehouse with your tongue. Got it? Good. Now, we're going to have our first match if there isn't any questions. No? Good.

"First match, Kaden Vyldburn from Dog City Devil Pack and Abraham Walton from the Blackteeth Pack."

(I’m alright with that, lmao!)

The Blackteeth howled out their cheers with the rest of the werewolves, barking and snapping at the air. They were certainly a rowdy bunch.

Abe got to his feet, going ahead and stripping off his Led Zeppelin shirt to hand off to Sid for safekeeping. The loose fabric would’ve been nothing but trouble. His neck tattoo and lean muscle were in full view as he made his way to the arena area, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his knuckles. Even without a weapon, Abe looked dangerous.

He knew the rules to the fights well. There were none, other than the no-weapons policy. Everything was fair game. Street rules.

“Yo! Kick his ass, Lucky!” Harley woofed from the sidelines. Lucky. That was Harley’s nickname for Abe. “Kill that dog!” Of course he didn’t actually mean to kill him, but Abe replied with a lopsided, snarling grin and one of his pack’s famous hand signals, though it didn’t look like anything decipherable to the audience.

(So am I, although I'm pretty sure Kade will not be happy about that XD)

"What are you trying to do, show off?" Kade asked, baring his teeth in an amused smile. "'Coz that's kind of a dumb thing to do. It's not going to accomplish anything other than infliating your already-large ego." He had taken off his shirt, and his muscled abs were in full view. His muscles rippled as he stretched, tattoos moving over his skin like water.

He stood loosely, ready for the call to start. He looked like a killing machine, a wolf to Abe's more pup-like appearance. He had been bread for strength and skill, and was as powerful as he looked - if not more so.

(maybe not, lmao, but abe sure will!)

“Showin’ off is for pussies.” Abe grunted, rolling his shoulders. “I’m just loosening up.” His pale blue eyes were cunning as he scanned over Kade, already looking for any visible weaknesses in his opponent. “You gonna explain how my ego’s big or jus’ say it?”

Abe was more lithe than Kade, for sure. He was more of a whipcrack than a blunt hit, but that had its own advantages. He was trained for this hand to hand combat, trained in speed and strategy. Trying to beat his opponent down immediately wouldn’t work in this case- he needed to play the stamina game, slowly wear Kade out to tiredness and strike then. He rubbed his face, listening for the starting call.

(Oh, definately XD)

"Explain it. I don't think one of your pack is smart enough to understand." Kade shrugged.

"Start!"

He lashed out with his fists, moving quickly, strength evident in his every movement, to fight. In his experience, it was best to attack right away, to catch the opponent off guard.

(sorry i’ve only been responding pretty late as of recently, i’m trying to spend less time on my phone! but i’m definitely not abandoning this, dw!)

“Sounds like you think we’re stupid. Soundin’ just like all those humans. Don’t tell me you Devils are gettin’ all—“ Abe was cut off, perking up at the starting call.

Abe was caught off guard. For about half a second. Enough time for Kade to make contact with his shoulder. Abe managed to duck out of the way of his other blows, recognizing how Kade seemed to funnel most of his energy into strength instead of speed. That wouldn’t last long, he assumed. Continuous dodging would be his best course of action, then hit him with that flurry of hits.

(It's fine, I understand! I've been busy, too, and swamped by the 27 active roleplays I'm in XD)

Kade had caught him off guard, it was easy to see. Smiling wolfishly, he sent a flurry of punches at the other werewolf, trying to force him back. "What were you saying?" He asked, lashing out, trying to knock the other guy's feet from under him. "What about my pack?"

Abe was hit two or three more times, but his speed allowed him to dodge the brunt of the attacks. He didn’t bother dignifying Kade’s question with a response. Why would he? He was too busy trying not get a broken nose. The Blackteeth were still cheering, one of the loudest sounds in the room. Abe was quick on his feet the second he saw Kade falter to land a sharp right-hook to his jaw.

Kade staggered back with the hit. He had just been warming up, but now this guy reall wanted to fight. Well, Kade would show him how the Devils opperated. He smiled and spit out a bit of blood. "Nice hit." He aimed a hit at the guy's face. He had noticed earlier that the werewolf didn't protect hs stomach enough, so by aiming for his face, he could catch him off guard with another punch to his stomach.

Abe staggered backwards with the blow to his face, hitting right in the nose. Black blood dripped onto the floor below. “Shit!” He barked, wiping his nose and backing up. He prayed that he didn’t fuck up his strategy by landing a hit, but changes were he didn’t. Either way, Kade couldn’t keep this energy level up forever. He adjusted his footwork to keep him quick moving and on balance while he continued to try and dodge blows.

Kade was a whirlwind of motion. While he was one of the fastest in the pack, not to mention the strongest, this guy was faster. He used all his strength behind his blows, because if he could get in a good hit, it would be over for that Blackteeth wolf.

He was losing energy fairly quickly, which probably wasn't a good thing. But he powered on, aiming a punch at the guy's throat.

Abe ducked to the side, catching the tail end of Kade’s punch. It knocked him to the ground, landing hard on his tailbone with a sharp uff!. “Goddammit!” He grunted, stumbling to his feet and taking a couple steps back.
He snarled something incomprehensible, lunging forward at Kade and attempting to knock him down. Abe’s fist attempted to connect with Kade’s sternum.

Kade dodged out of the way just in time, but only part of the way, and got a punch to the side, instead. He gasped, trying to get a breath of air in his lungs, already out of breath from his quick attacks. "Nice job," he said, smirking, trying to sound like he was fine.

“You ain’t foolin’ anyone with that talk.” Abe grunted, swinging again. It seemed like Kade was winded enough, and that would soon give away to pure tiredness. He released a small flurry of quick blows, small, yet delivered with a trained precision and speed. Clearly he was playing his strengths in this situation- it would be stupid for him to not.

Kade blocked most of the hits, not bothering to speak. It would be too much of a drain on his already weakening energy. He held up his arm to block a hit to his face, and missed one aimed at his stomach. The air went out of him with a whoof, and his opponent took the chance, attacking him even harder. He was fast, Kade had to admit.

It was clear Abe was fighting street rules. He slowed down, noticing Kade’s severe lapse of energy, now more focused on simply whaling on and beating the shit out of him. If Kade would tap, that would be that. Abe would stop. But he hadn’t yet, so Abe would keep smacking this kid around until either he tapped or Abe was pried off of him. They were viper strikes, these hits. Aiming for wildly different places to purposefully make it difficult to block.

Kade wouldn't yield. Even if it killed him, he wouldn't yield. He would fight until he dropped, and then some. He couldn't loose, no matter the cost. He needed to win. He was a newbie, and so if he lost, his reputation would flop, badly.

But this guy was smart. He had waited for Kade to expend his energy before using more precise attacks and hits. It was a good strategy, he had to admit, but he couldn't let it beat him. Summoning the rest of his energy, he lashed out, hitting his opponent on the jaw with as much force as he could, just as another hit knocked him down. He lay on the ground for a moment, panting, before pushing himself to his feet.

There as an audible noise as Kade's jaw connected with his jaw. Abe snarled, falling backwards before catching himself. "You're fucking losing, man! Just accept it!" He taunted, kicking Kade while he was down. The opportunity presented itself to Abe on a silver platter, so why not? He wanted to show he was ruthless. Dangerous. Losing would fuck him over badly, and he didn't need that.

“Never,” Kade snarled, trying to push himself to his feet, although his arms buckled, and he fell back with a grunt. Abe landed a kick to his mouth, and he fell back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. “I will never accept losing.”

"Clearly." Abe grunted. He landed a final kick to Kade, getting back down to his level to keep knocking him around. He had half a mind to choke him out, but.. not yet. "Bad idea, if you ask me." He chuckled, shooting a momentary glance at the older werewolf acting as a referee. Clearly Kade was going to lose. Why wouldn't he just call it already?

The older werewolf was watching with an amused expression. He had known Kade from birth, and it was amusing to see him being knocked around like this. He saw Abe’s expression and sighed. “Abe of Blackteeth Pack wins.”

Abe backed off almost as soon as the other finished his sentence, a jagged grin on his face. His victory was met with rowdy, howling cheers, especially from the three other fighters from his pack- Sid, Harley, and Johnny Mamba. He shot Kade a look, trying to decide whether or not to help him up. Nah. That was his packmates' job. Abe moved off the floor to meet his pack, who were ready with open arms to lovingly knock him around. They hadn't stopped their cheering, and they probably wouldn't for another few minutes.