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

Started March 22, 2020 by @GoblinKing

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"Jesus Christ." Abe snarled through gritted teeth. He walked off, going back to the area where the fights were taking place.

"Bye!" Kade gave a mock wave at Abe's back and turned back to staring around him, bored. The conversation had been entertaining, very much so. He now knew of some of the buttons he could push for max entertainment.

There was another fight taking place, evidently. By the sound of his pack's howling cheers, it was one of them in the ring. Abe crouched on the ground next to a couple of his packmates, watching the match with interest.

Kade stayed outside. He leaned against the wall, eyes closed, head tilted up, towards the stars. He wasn't interested in any more fights. His pack would call him if it was a brutal one.

Their fighter this round was Harley. Harley, the real brawler in the pack. He was taller than most, jacked to all hell. A fighter if there ever was one. And right now, he tossed his opponent around like a rag doll.

Harley's opponent was a small, wirey man with a sour expression, from one of the smaller packs in town. He had been planning to come back to his pack in a blaze of glory, but here he was, fighting with someone who could really fight.

Harley was fucking him up. A professional fighter, you could tell. This little rat of a werewolf wasn't too much of a threat. He found it a little insulting, honestly.

"Enough," the old man directing the fights said. It was clear that this guy was too good. "Harley of Blackteeth wins."

"Holy Fuck, dude," a wolf of a smaller pack said, turning to the Blackteeth werewolf who sat next to him. "How are you guys winning all these matches? Do you guys have like, a secret teacher who trains you or something?"

Harley came back, taking a seat on the ground next to his packmates, who were howling out cheers.

"This is what we do, man! We're fighters!" The Blacktooth grinned, flashing his gigantic, sharp canine teeth. "You learn through experience."

"What I wouldn't do to join your pack," the werewolf said, shaking his head. "My bros and I are healers, not fighters. If it wasn't required for us to be here, we wouldn't be."

"Damn, kid. Just go volunteer at a Red Cross and get it over with." The werewolf snorted. "I'd say get to med school, but.. no werewolf got that much money."

"Yeah." The guy looked sad. "That would be my first option, but no. I don't got the money. So I try to fight." He shrugged. "Key word try."

"No money in this shit. Nothin' that ain't goin' straight to your pack. Which one you say you're in?" He pointed to him. "You want money from fightin', join an underground ring. Ain't no more illegal than this."

"Silvermoon. I'm in the Silvermoon pack." The werewolf shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that's right, but there are bets going on, and if you place right, you can get a lot of money."

"The bettin's fucken' stupid, though. That shit's rigged." He shook his head, looking at the bloodied fight 'zone'. "I wouldn't even try that shit. Don't fucken' trust it."

"I don't." He shook his head. "Do they ever clean it? Or are the bloodstains on the walls there from years past?"

"Why the fuck would they clean it?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "Nah, man, that shit's old."

"Then why don't they get a new building?" This guy seemed like a newbie. "It would smell so much better, and it's much better for the health of everyone involved."

"Jesus Christ, man, you new around here? "They" don't fucken' own this shit. We're trespassing, dipshit." He laughed sharply, shaking his head, "Goddamn."

"Oh." He looked down, face reddening in embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm kinda new around here. If this place isn't ours, then why do we use it?"

"You think we need to fight in the streets instead? We do that shit enough. Don't need an extra reason to get fucken' shot by goddamn animal control." The Blacktooth snorted. "C'mon, man."

"Well, we could always rent it." The werewolf's voice was gradually getting quieter and quieter, and his face turned crimson. He hated admitting he didn't know something, and this guy wasn't helping.

"From who? Nobody's been usin' this place for.. fucken'…. uh- fuck. Fucken' long-ass time, man." He shook his head, taking a swig of a beer one of his packmates had held out.

"But what if we get caught?" The man asked weakly.

"Then we get shot? Or some dirty fucken' Devil pays off a cop. Rich ass cunts. They're basically the fucken' mafia." He shook his head, hadning the beer back to his packmate.