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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 9:32 am
 News and Events
11.29.11 Roxy_roxanna2 won $50 from the weekly fight!
11.23.11 Roxy_roxanna2 purchased a Christmas gift. [-$200]
11.20.11 Roxy_roxanna2 found a domestic fighter, Regina!
11.19.11 Roxy_roxanna2 won $290 from the weekly event.
11.18.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $25 for activity.
11.17.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received a Christmas gift.
11.11.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $400 from the weekly event.
11.11.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $50 for activity.
11.04.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $175 for activity.
10.30.11 Roxy_roxanna2 won $300 from the weekly event.
10.28.11 Roxy_roxanna2 won $400 from the weekly event.
10.28.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $100 for activity.
10.21.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $50 for activity.
10.14.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $200 from the weekly event.
10.14.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $50 for activity.
10.07.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $75 for activity, as well as a common/uncommon potion ticket that may be redeemed at the Potion Shop.
09.25.11 Roxy_roxanna2 received $500, as well as a domestic cull, Tramp.
Tramp's Stall
Name: Tramp
Age/Gender/Type: Adult Male Domestic Cull
Items: Collar
Traits: Extra fluff (minimal) [FF]
Alternate Forms: [Without items/certed]
Regina's Stall
Fighting Stats
Attack: 1%
Defense: 1%
Speed: 1%
Agility: 1%
Intelligence: 1%
Wins: 0
Losses: 0
Ties: 0
Name: Regina
Age/Gender/Type: Adult Female Domestic Fighter [Christmas '11 Edition]
Items: Collar
Traits: Extra fluff (moderate) [Ff]
Alternate forms: [Without items/certed]
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 1:28 pm
 Tramps Tale Tramp was supposed to be guarding 'home', a run down shack inhabited by his master and himself. Except that when his human was gone it was safest to sleep, there was no chance of being woken by a kick or bottle flying at his head. He settled down on the hard packed dirt and closed his eyes to get a nap.
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The dream came slowly a murky long ago memory of warmth and warm bodies snuggled against him. His nose was pressed against softness and he felt safe, protected. His tiny ears perked as he heard a rumbling growl, he felt himself being roughly grabbed by his scruff.
"Easy girl...no use picking a fight over a worthless cull."
Tramp felt himself being swung about and dropped on a hard cold surface, he shivered and wriggled about.
"Your champ threw a cull?" A hard voice, mean and gravelly.
"Just one, happens in the best of litters. You want it or not? You can have it free of charge."
"Free? Of course free, if I don't take it you'll just have to find a way to kill it off before anyone realizes it was your girls. What do I want with a worthless cull anyway? I need a champ, a fighter that can make me some money!"
"You have no mokai, you wanted one, this is as good as it gets...you can use it for bait until you get better. I can assure you no one is going to sell you a mokai on credit, you have a bad reputation as a drunk and a gambler so I suggest you take this and count yourself lucky."
"Fine...I'll take it, bait...it won't last a day in the ring."
"You would be surprised by how resilient some culls can be."
He felt a tug as he was yanked up by his scruff and thrown into something, it was scratchy and all around him. He sucked in air and wriggled, squirmed, but it wasn't much use. After a bit he settled down and waited as he felt himself jostled and bounced about.
The hand came down again grabbing him and pulling him out into the cold air. He was tossed down landing hard a huff escaping his chest. He felt a few hard chunks of something roll past him, what he would discover to be food. His days proceeded like this, cold, hard, with his stomach constantly aching.
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A familiar pang of hunger woke him from his troubled sleep, he yawned and shook off moving to dig a bit. The ground was hard packed, but after a few moments his nails scraped against his prize. He pulled out his old dry bone and settled down to gnaw on it trying to stave off his hunger. When the rumbling stopped he carefully rolled his bone back in place and buried it packing down the dirt to keep it safe.
Slowly the gray cull curled up and drifted back to sleep his ears perked incase his owner returned sooner then expected.
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The dream came faster this time a rushing memory making everything as crystal clear as if he were awake and living in the moment.
"Stay up!"
Tramp grunted as the fighter plowed into his side, but his owner's shout had reached him and he struggled to keep on his feet. He snarled a bit as he danced and tried to keep out of the snapping jaws of the mokai he was pitted against. He might have tried to fight back if it wouldn't just get him beaten down worse.
Over and over he took the hits snarling and evading when possible, bit finally it was too much. He grunted as he went down hard his eyes sliding closed as his world went black.
He woke being dragged home, his owner looked happy, maybe a bet won? How long could the bait last? He was used to illegal fights, staying alive, and luckily being fed after. He was sore though, everything hurt, but he had survived, that was what he did.
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His ear perked and his eyes slid open as he heard a noise, the dream forgotten.
"Damn useless tramp! Get up!"
Uh oh...busted, he ducked as a bottle flew at his head and shook off the last of his sleepiness. He'd survive his owners wrath...that was what he did.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 1:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 1:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 1:31 pm
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