Fight Log 3

Barren Yard {Dawson}
    A small yard sandwiched between brick walls of unknown buildings. Pieces of broken dog sleds and barrels line the yard as if they bare silent witness to some unknown event. The reek of stale beer hangs heavy in the air, making it clear the tavern must be near. The large stack of both empty and full beer barrels guarding one corner give yet another clue to a possible owner of this yard.

    Sniff, sniff, sniff...this place is pretty cool! It's filled with lots of treasures, though the stale reek of beer bothers poor Napoleon. Nevertheless, the rambunctious boy crawls within an overturned barrel, ears perked as he searches for more beloved treasures.

    BlueHeel crawls back under the fence to this yard, he's been here many times, and this time he is searching for a dog he has to get information out of. Hearing some russling he slowly and silently pads over, seeing who he is searching for, he grins and speaks suddenly. "Hello there, how are you?" He sitss back to watch the reaction.

    "AAH!" the pup jumps at the sudden voice and bumps his head on the top of the small barrel. With an oomph! he skitters backwards and falls onto his rump, ears flopping forward. What just happened? Narrowing his eyes a bit, he turns, peering towards the culprit. Ah ha! That bad guy blue dog...he should've known. "Whadda -you- wont?" he asks gruffly, raising onto his paws.

    BlueHeel looks agahst, "did I startle you?" He smirks inside. "I wanted to talk to you about your other pirate. He seems to be wize and knows a lot." He tries to give praise so as to get his information. Though he does wish his pup hadn't wandered off to go look for this pup, he could have led her there.

    Other pirate? "Wot other pirate?" he asks, eyes narrowing even more..until he realizes he can't see very well at all. With a slight snort, he opens his eyes a wee bit...ah, that's better! "I dunno wot yer talkin' about. -An'- I ain't even supposed ta be talkin' to ya noway, cause you ain't nuttin' but a big lyin' bad guy!" Or..so he's heard. He takes a slight step backwards, peering accusingly at him.

    BlueHeel smiles warmly, "Now have I ever done anything to you that would be lying or being a bad guy?" he waggles his tail some, "I even gave you that bone in the street the other day, don't you remember that? I was talking about the pirate that told all these.. /things/ .. about me." He waggles very friendly, makes his manner very friend. He will break through here sometime.

    Napoleon slightly perks one ear, head lightly tilting to one side. "Bone? Wot bone?" he asks, brows furrowing in thought. Oh...waaait a minute, he remembers the bone
now. "Eh...-you- didn' give me no bone! I -found- that bone all be meself!" he states proudly, puffing out his chest a little. Slowly, he settles onto his haunches, tongue rolling out to lick his nose as he speaks of the pirate. "I dunno 'is name, bu' I know he can rip y'apart without even tryin' ta!"

    BlueHeel waggles his tail, "what's he look like?" He turns some to look at
something, then back to his little pup friend. "Yeah, I flicked that bone out into the street for you." the fact that he knew about the bone should give it away. "and what has he said about me?"

Nairuq has arrived.

    Frail shoulders agitatedly roll in the form of a shrug, childish features plastered in a slight frown. "I don' remembah," he lies, ears plastering against his skull. There's no need to give out valuble information to the enemy, now is there? Gingerly, Napoleon raises onto his paws, taking a few, bold steps forward. "An tis non'a yo' business wot 'e said 'bout you! Y'shoulda -been- there if y'wont t'know so bad!" he accuses in his most harsh voice, frown deepening ever so lightly. He won't be fooled by this fraud..he's much too smart for that.

    BlueHeel point for the pup, but he's not done yet. "yes you are right, I should have been there. If I was there I would have heard about how I"m such a buttinsky, and don't back down." he hopes to trip the pup into correcting him. "How I defend my friends, things like that. I don't know any of that. And such a strong, brave pirate such as yourself doesn't need to remember the little things, like the way a dog looks." He looks away, but keeps his ears aimed at the pup.

Angel has connected.

    A large, lumbering form - certainly identifieable as none other then Nairuq - hobbles quietly into the area without a care in the world; but then, when does he ever? Why -should- such a creature as he have any cares? Exactly the point - no reason at all. Oversized paws scrape gracelessly upon the ground while his head has been slung between his shoulders, nose idly twitching from side to side while catching a few drifting scents. And, as always, the same beginnings of drool has already begun to tug at the edges of his lips, slinging themselves from side to side while his head tilts upwards, offering a dry glance about the area. A single ear swivels around, spotting the duo up ahead, and his mind immediately begins to turn; but the cranks are a bit rusty, mind you. The pup looks vaguely familiar. ..and, well, that other dog - Heeeey, wait-a-darned-second-here .. Why, that's /BlueHeel/. And upon recognition, his face contorts into a twisted sneer, nose scrunching upwards. BlueHeel.

    "The heck's a buttinsky?" questions Napoleon, unable to cover his curiousity until the question's already been asked. Briskly shaking his head, he thumps himself onto his rear, bi-colored eyes once again narrowing. "He ain't say nuthin' like that!" he spits, chin tilting up somewhat, "He says you's a bad dog. A low down, dir'y, good fer nuthin' rat!" he announces, voice raising to a solid forte, seemingly ready and willing to prove the grown mutt wrong. "An' I -con- remember wot 'e looks like! 'E was big...an mean, 'n scary 'n I'ma be -jus'- like 'im, so y'd better let me be 'fore I attack ya!" he warns with a miniature growl. He puts on quite a show, does he not?

    Speaking of rats. "EEEEEEEE!!!!" A high-pitched, terrified shriek is sent up, though as it echos off the surrounding walls it's somewhat difficult to decide the exact location from whence it came. One need not wonder long, however, for instants later, little Angel can be seen off in one corner, her obnoxiously clean white coat strikingly obvious against such a drab background as this - moving backwards and falling over her back paws repeatedly, at the mercy of a hideous rat almost as big as herself, forcing her out with such rodent ferocity as was never seen before. Tiny teeth snapping and horrible little clawed hands tearing at the air, the rat herds the little pup - still half-asleep - away from her previous place; curled up among some old rags, and dreaming soundly. "DADDY!!"

    BlueHeel turns as he smells and hears another dog entering. He cocks his head as he thinks he knows this dog, but not sure from where, but the sneer gives it away. That's one of Lips' gang, and all alone, oh, he is not feeling threatened at all; and this will work into his being the good dog very well. Hearing the yelp, he pads over to his pup. "I'm here dear." he thwaps the rat with the side of his paw, sending it skittering away.

    Time for the haughty attitude -- which he's still working on. Mental notes are being taken from Lip Lip's actions, but .. these notes tend to constantly disappear, leaving the poor imbosul rather clueless as to how to look .. intidimidating. Instead, his look contains one of high stupidity - which is quite a hard thing to accomplish - while the drool continues to dribble down his chin like that of a drooling baby. His tail gives a quick snap towards his ankles while the hunkering form takes a step forward. A low, hideous chuckle begins to erupt from the depths of his throat while he watches the scene, but suddenly the high pitched squeel from Angel is heard, and his eyes widen considerably. "AIEEEEE!" He shouts, the fur along his backside rising while a few step are taken aside. And, at once, his gaze falls upon another pup - this one certainly not Napoleon.

    The shrill yell, made by both young female and grown male, is cause enough for Napoleon's attention to wander, and the youngster turns, peering towards the dog-herding rat. Ooooh, that's a big'un! Seemingly fascinated by the thing, all thoughts of BlueHeel and the 'pirate gang' are forgotten, for there's nothing this dirty rogue loves more to do than chasing those beady-eyed beasts. But...drat that BlueHeel! He got to it first...he should've known that dog would ruin all chances of boyish fun. Wrinkling his nose, he turns, ready to disappear into the dark depths of an overturned beer barrel, though...waaait a minute. Someone else yelled, too! Which means, someone else is tresspassing on -his- personal territory. Crouching a bit, he stalks forward, eyes peering towards Nairuq's form. Hey...hey! He knows him! It's the other pirate! Defensive pose disappearing, he halts his advance, proceeding to just...stare at the other.

    "Oh, DADDY!" she screams, whirling away upon the second she hears his voice. Feathery white tail tucked tightly between her legs, Angel ducks behind one of Blue's front paws and huddles there, watching with a streak of paranoia the rat blunder away into the shadows and debris. Well, THAT settles it. She can't stand the streets. She'll be a house dog for the rest of her life. So there. Oh, no - you can beg and plea ALL YOU WANT - it ain't gonna help! As the fear lessens and at last fades away all togeather, Angel scowls in that general direction, and blows a silent snort from her nose. Ha. Stupid rat. /Her/ daddy showed him a thing or two. Hmph. Glancing around, her single bent ear tweaked at the odd shout from Nairuq, Angel focuses her skeptical blue eyes on him, and - pressing closer to Blueheel's leg - hisses up at her father, "Daddy! .. He's lookin' at me.. Make 'im stop!" Glaring nastily, she sticks her tongue out at the Lip-lip henchman.

    BlueHeel chuckles down at his daughter, then looks up again. "Hello there, you seem a bit lost, perhaps you need some direction." Oh, he shouldnt' do double meanings to any of lip's gang. They problably won't understand it. Turning to the young pup, he notes the defensiveness fade away, and that clinches what he beleives he has figured out. "I believe I know what I came here to find out, my friend." he bends down and nuzzles Angel, "How are you doing tonight?"

    A tilt of his head is immediately offered - a single glance spared towards Napoleon. ..perhaps his /only/ admirer - before visage is flipped back upon BlueHeel. A perplexed expression is worn upon his features while his mouth falls slightly ajar, preparing himself for some comeback. The air is empty from him for the time being, mind racing with feeble attempts to insult this other, and finally - oh, this one's going to be a good one - he spits out, "Yah, wull, ah'm not lost, stoopid-head." You have to admit. ..he's trying. Another step is taken forward while Nairuq offers a disgustingly pathetic glare at Angel, snorting indignantly towards her. "Don' mess wi' meh." Yeah. He's a tough man.

    Napoleon's attention is briefly drawn away from Nairuq to Angel at her protests. HIs features twist into a light look of disgust as he looks her over. Blah. She's so ... -clean-. How can she stand such cleanliness? And just look at her, cowering within the paws of the bad blue dog whom she calls 'daddy'. It's so...sickening. With every passing moment, he becoming even gladder that he wasn't cursed with the double X cromosome. He stares at her for some time, spite for the female sex growing ever stronger, though soon, Nairuq's voice breaks the trance. Quickly shaking his head, he turns back to him, then towards Blue, blinking. "Yeah! He ain't lost. I tol' 'im t'come 'ere. Not like -you-, 'e was 'vited!" he chimes in, putting in his two cents worth. It's very unlikely that any of his words or true, he barely even knows this Nairuq fellow, though his voice is convincing. Hey...pirates must stick together, don't they?

    Black nose crinkles slightly, and Angel ambles bravely out from behind Blue's leg and saunters over toward Nairuq. "Well, don't LOOK a' me, UGLY!" she retorts, small tail snapping in accordance with her words. One more nasty scowl and snort combination is given to the older, bigger mutt, but almost immediately her attention is grabbed by another source - who she forgot to notice beforehand. Looking between Napoleon and Blueheel for a moment or two, Angel suddenly puffs out her chest and glares at the other pup. "An' you jus' shud-up! Me'n my daddy can be 'ere iffin' we wanna." Hmph. Was this the pup that Trinki' was talking about? The one she said she almost beat up? Well .. Angie wouldn't blame her. He's far too uncouth.

    BlueHeel tries his hardest not to laugh at Nairuq or Nap. "I see, so you found your way here to visit your friend there. That's very good for you, I see you can take direction well. And such the way of talking with pups I see." It all sounds so possitive, can it really be an insult? He giggles as Angel stands out, oh this is the most fun he's had in a long time. "This is a nice spot here." There is some sarcasm in his voice, but he hides it under a happy tone and a waggle of the tail.

    A sudden arch in his back is offered while he straightens himself up in a foolish attempt to make himself look big and bad while this .. pup helps to throw 'insults' at BlueHeel. They are a pair, indeed. "Ah don' need yer advice." Nairuq mutters quietly while a quiet rage begins to slowly arise within him, the hairs bristling along his backside. The male's gaze shifts towards Angel, and - as she edges forward - he leaps forth, lips pulling back into a hideous snarl, voicing out a low growl. "BEA' IT, kid!" He shouts abruptly before scrambling back to his paws. And all the while, though, he manages to keep a good eye on Napoleon; his only back-up.

    "Ya'll don't live here, y' -pet-" retorts Napoleon, eyes locked on Angel's form. "Jus' lookit ye, all clean 'n spiffied up. Why don'tcha jus' go on home wit' yo' big rat daddy 'n lay down 'n jus' get fat, 'eh?" he continues, perhaps not hearing Nairuq's queit words, or choosing to disregard them. This girl is challenging his authority..as non-existant as it may be. Hackles somewhat raised, he takes a few riged steps in her direction, glancing briefly towards BlueHeel before once again focusing on his 'adversary'.

    At Nairuq's snarl, Angel retreats only a few steps, gathering up her courage and planting her paws to the ground. He wouldn't /dare/ bite her. Not with /her/ daddy around. "I dun' gotta an' YOU can't make me!" she spits back, pulling back a paw and aiming a weak but enraged strike at the end of his nose as it comes close to her face - or rather, as she saunters up to it. "An' at least /we/ don't smell! Why dun'chu jus' crawl under a rag with yer dirty fleas'n leave us 'lone?" These comments are aimed of course at Napoleon, though Angel's attention remains rigidly centered upon Nairuq.

    BlueHeel takes a step forward, but his smile doesn't diminish. He positions himself so that Nair can't get too close to his pup. "Nice comeback." he flicks his tail. "THis is a free section of town, I think we'll stay here for a bit." Turning to Nap, he grins, "I was a street dog and I kept myself clean and purty. Impressed those I wanted to impress, and all of that." He nuzzles his pup, as he's very proud of her, she's going to be a good doggy.

    An almost outraged expression falters itself across his features while Angel doesn't budge. Instead, the pup stands her ground - not even flinching. Oh, he's appalled. How could. ..why, this is Nairuq! Everyone should bow in his presence. He'll let her off this time - simply because she just doesn't know who he is. That's it. She just doesn't know. Both ears fall against the rim of his skull, and Nairuq soon issues a rough push towards the side of Napoleon, though it's intended more of one for encouragement - but he just doesn't know how to be gentle. "Ah, thay ain't worth none'a ou' tahm." He murmurs quietly towards the other pup while glowering visibly at BlueHeel.

    "Leave -you- 'lone? You's th' one who ain't home, y'know," says Napoleon, glaring towards the girl. "I bet you ain't be actin' all big 'n brave when yo' daddy ain't here," Napoleon continues with a wry smirk, one ear cocked forward, "daddy's girl.." With a snort, he dismisses her, then turns to Blue, slight glare returning. "So? Jus' lookit y'know. Why would I wanna grow up t'be like -you- fer?" he spits, that reason being more than good enough to -not- be a clean and pretty street dog. His mouth opens as if to say more, but the sudden, hard push to his side more than shuts him up. He hobbles a few steps to one side, and peers towars Nairuq, lowly nodding in agreement. Puh...why waste his time! And besides, he's on the side of the pirates! (or so he thinks) And when they all get together, they'll show these two snobs a thing or two!

    "Would so!" she snaps, absolutely fuming at his one comment, although not particularly resenting being called a daddy's girl. It fits her, anyhow. But she's /not/ scared. Oh, no. "'N why don't you come over 'ere 'n' say that, stinky! Ah could be you with mah eyes closed!" Hmph! So there! Take /that/, street trash. A sideward glare is sent in Nairuq's direction, though Angel's narrowed eyes quickly follow back to Napoleon, daring him to accept her challenge. Poor Angel .. We all know she's going to lose.

    BlueHeel keeps his paw infront of Angel, showing both Napoleon and Nairuq that there will be no coming over to do anything to his pup, but he takes one step forward, still smiling and waggling though he finds it fun to play mental games. "yep We must not be worth anything, which is why your master Lip talks about me so often." He flicks his ears forward, his grey eyes focusing on the one, then then other, but sticking on Nairuq. "My dear friend, you should want to be you're own dog, not directed to be such."

    After BlueHeel's comments travel into hearing, Nairuq's head slowly begins to turn to face the other while a dry expression resides amongst his features. His tongue momentarily runs along his lips before disappearing once again, though it's certainly evident that the furs along the bottom of his snout have already been dampened by the constant drooling. Nairuq's features continue to twist between a perplexed look to one of truly meaning business, but it always manages to perform somewhat of a comical appearance - simply for the way his eyebrows, or perhaps his nose, keep wiggling about. Another step of advancement is taken towards BlueHeel, but .. even so, Nairuq still doesn't even have the faintest clue as to what to do. Everything that anyone manages to say slipping over his head - or just through one ear and out the other. And finally, a simple, blank expression rides amongst his face. He's thinking of a comeback. Only time will give one to him. Any minute now. Annnnnny minute.

    Napoleon, on the other hand, seems to be on the ball, small body filled with the energy of youth, and the fire of life. Ears snap to attention, or rather one ear does while the other stays its usual at ease, at Angel's words. Why don't girls just give it up and shut up? Nooo, they have to keep going and going and going, thinking that they're right when they're always wrong! Eyes narrowing a little the black-and-white juvenile takes a large step forward, tail somewhat raised in a instinctive sign of dominance. "I ain't scairt'a you, -girl-," he states, putting emphasis on the last word as if it were forbidden to say. "How come you're always hidin' behin' yo' daddy fer? Y'cain't challenge me 'n then go runnin' like a lil' scaredy-cat!"

    Angel blinks a little, now completely ignoring Nairuq, and staring coldly back at Napoleon - down at her father's paw, which just seems to have .. appeared in front of her. Huffing gently, the snow-white pup sidles around it and waltzes toward the boy, her head held high and her small tail curled for once, even higher than his. /Her/ daddy's the alpha of the sled team, oh yes. /She's/ the truely dominant one of this situation. Her daddy- "Well, you SHOULD be! An' I didn' hide! Here I am - right here. What'cha gonna do about it?" Miniature white ruff bristling gently about her face - crinkled up into a challenging scowl - and slowly she brings herself to a halt in front of him. "Me'n my daddy can stay 'ere iffin' we wanna. An' if you dun like it, why don' -you- leave?"

    BlueHeel steps up again, not hiding his pup, but looks at Nair to make sure he doesn't interfer. "I see why Lip keeps you around, it would make him feel better to put you guys down all the time." While watchign the larger dog, he talks to Nap. "You shouldn't discount girls there, they sometimes are tougher than they seem." he hopes his Angel doesn't end up doing somthing that will make her sad, because he doesn't want her sad, but he will let her try.

Phoenix has arrived.

    Nibbling idly on his bottom lip, Nairuq continues to dumbly stare ahead of him, and finally, it's almost as if a light suddenly lit up somewhere in the depths of his mind, for a mischevious grin alights itself upon his snout. A quick snap of his tail is offered while the male lunges forth, mockingly snapping at the air before BlueHeel before his body is sent hurling through the air. Immediately, the canine's form collides against the others, but from here, his plan has yet to be announced - thought up. He hadn't even thought about it /that/ far. A low growl erupts from his throat, paws flailing madly about in a distinct attempt to inflict some sort of pain upon BlueHeel. Once he gathers his wit, Nairuq will most likely be a bit more .. organized with his actions. It's just one of those .. attack and run things. Or .. attack and flail.

    Napoleon smirks somewhat as the female steps away from the protective shield of BlueHeel, bi-colored eyes following her form as she makes her way towards him. "You's a real stupid girl, y'know," he continues with a cocky grin, chin tilting up a little as she comes to a stop in front of him. BlueHeel's words are purposely disregarded, and he continues to speak, words directed to Angel. "If I wonted to, I coul' tear y'up t'shreds right here'n now..but you's lucky. I'ma give ya a chance t' go'way..cuz I know yo' momma'd be real upset-like t'see 'er li'l girl all dir'y 'n beat up, y'know.." That said, he snaps his teeth together, probably for the sake of affect.

    It is a quiet night. Not much except for the creatures who are making noise seem to be about. Yet, they are onawares of what awaits. On the roof of one of the solid, brick buildings awaits the so-called "roof wolf". A stubborn creature but friendly, the wolfdog Phoenix watches the scene below with curiousity. She's met that one...BlueHeel's his name.

    Angel glares still defiantly at Napoleon, and her perfect little, white teeth are revealed as she goes to retort an insult with a smirking grin; "Oh, -yeah-? Well, I'm not movin', bucko, 'n I'd like teh see you try'n-" The pup dwindles off as the actions of Nairuq catch her attention, and disregarding Napoleon for a moment, Angel glances over her shoulder, blue gaze alighting just in time to spy the ugly mutt going after her dad. Eyes widening, the girl stares in silence, waiting to see what will result, a scream caught in her throat.

    BlueHeel shakes his head as he sees the inevatable comeing a mile a way. He moves so the side at the lunge, but not quite quick enough, but he uses the force of the collision to move him away from the flailing dog. He stands back and away from angel, so she doesn't get trampled but doesn't fight back .. yet. "My my my, you're moving a lot of air there." he tries to get the dog not to think, which isn't that hard. He, however, keeps his cool, even giving a smirk to angel.

    The canine looks almost akin to that of a rabid one with all the drool gathering around the edges of his mouth while his mind races with foul thoughts of this other. Limbs flailing awkwardly about, Nairuq finally manages to arrange them beneath his form, pushing himself up from the mess he had been only seconds before upon the ground. Lips peeling back into a silent snarl, and the fur along his back almost rising to it's fullest, the male promptly begins to turn on BlueHeel, carefully edging forward. Phoenix, Angel, and Napoleon are the least of his worries - each of those individuals having either yet to be noticed, or pushed from his mind. Slowly, the male's head levels itself with his spine, nose peeling back into a disgusted snort. Another growl manages to arise from his throat, this time growing louder until finally, again, the Mutt leaps forth, teeth aiming to graze across his shoulder blade. Nairuq certainly has his own interesting techniques with things.

    Huh? He must've missed something...for Angel's attention isn't on him any longer. Blinking, Napoleon turns as well, peering towards Nairuq and BlueHeel. He attacked? He..attacked! Which means he should as well? Angel isn't looking at him, which may prove to be in his advantage...if he just knew what to do. Turning fully to her, he lets loose a snarl, revealing slightly larger, jagged fangs before lunging forward, mechanical snaps not aiming for a set place but just hoping to hit a mark somewhere on her.

    The roof wolf watches this scene in horror. What...the...heck...is...going...on...here? The wolfdog Phoenix thinks. Is that dog about to attack that pup? Why are they attacking BlueHeel? The master of stealth moves across a small ledge, then to right over where the action is. Waiting, muscles tense, Phoenix waits to pounce...

    Whoa .. go daddy! Blinking slowly, and daring to swallow, Angel continues to watch the 'battle' between Nairuq and her father, her own muscles tense and anxious. Napoleon is completely forgotten - until he lunges - when of course, her attention, wild and wondering, is spun 'round and reattached to him just in time to catch a glint of fangs. Not thinking, the pup squeals horrendously and, cringing, whirls to the side to try and avoid obtaining any injury to her face. Feeling a sudden, searing pain across her shoulder, Angel cries out in alarm and agony, and she retreats backward - limping and staring fixedly at Napoleon, such as she did with the rat earlier. Only this one - this rat - is much, much bigger. ".. D.. Daddy.."

    BlueHeel hopes Angel can at least fight back, as he now has to deal with a fighter. He drops suddenly and nips at Nair's foot. He manages to dodge that glancing blow. It's Lip that he would have trouble with, fortunatly he doesn't fight him that often. He rolls away again after the nip so that he can avoid a counter attack. Sparing only a word to Angel, "you gonna take that from him?" he tries to bolster his pup.

    An infuriated cry is soon emitted from Nairuq while he whirls around, trying to his fullest extent to maintain his balance all the while. A paw, though, manages to slip beneath his massive weight, sending his form falling forwards, and moments later, Nairuq's chin bumps harshly against the cold ground, forcing the Mutt's jaws to clamp together - catching his tongue between them. A loud, almost shrilly, yelp is let out while he almost shoots himself back into the air, whimpering pathetically. Ears falling to either side of his head, the male turns back to face BlueHeel, "Thi'th ith all /YER/ faul'. If'n yeh neva woul'a com' down 'ere, ah wouln' 'ave ta bea' yeh up so ba'." He hisses, a few drops of blood slowly pressing their way up from his new 'wound'. Another step is taken forward, heaving a deep breath before Nairuq lunges forth - prepared to tackle BlueHeel to the ground. ..just like the other times.

    Small fangs pierce the skin and draws blood, much to Napoleon's surprise. He -bit- her...he's never bitten anyone before, though it's too late to take back something that has already been done. And besides, this girl deserves it. -She's- the one that started this whole mess in the first place. He had shut up and was willing to let good enough alone, but -she- had to go on and continue to taunt him. It's her fault! Yes, he thinking up of excuses that gives him reasonable cause for his attack, but hey..nobody's complaining but her. Not even her father is stepping in to help! So, who's he to stop himself? Spurred on by the lack of a righteous word or cuff, Nap stalks forward, eyes all but gleaming as he glares towards the girl. "Yellin' for yer daddy, 'eh? Looks ta me like he don' wanna help you none, li'l -girl-." With a growl, he springs forward once more, fangs unceremoniously snapping together.

    Phoenix's eyes open wide as she watches the brutal scene. She knows that those two have it in them to fight back, but will they? The gray/white wolfdog with the phoenix shapped patch on her forehead ponders for a minute. It is right to intervene? Of course it is! This ain't no offical fight...she snarls. Standing on the edge, she emits a piercing howl into the once quiet night, before leaping down onto the snow with the agility of a cougar into the mess.

    Now, that was just .. mean. Feeling her ruff bristle, and that familier anger boiling up, Angel barely hears the encouraging words of her father as she ceases backing and braces herself for Napoleon's oncoming. Her own sharp little fangs are bared as she crouches low, looking much like a little cat, minus the hissing. In its place is a fierce growl, mustered from the very depths of her throat, and in such a fixture she waits. Yes, let's all keep in mind who's throwing the punches here. Just as Napoleon is near enough, the pup intends to dodge to the side, imitating Blueheel moments ago, but the wolfdog's frightening and unexpected howl breaks her concentration, and she looks up and away from the other mutt - and consequently is thrown back again, her chest damp with blood.

    BlueHeel growls at that comment from Napoleon, "Okay, enough of this." he sidesteps the lunge, doesn't lip teach his gang anything else. and strikes the muzzle of the dog with his paw. He then pads right to Napoloen and growls down at him. "Who started this fight? It wasn't us, but I know whos going to finish it." He turns again to watch Nair, but now is very much closer to angel and Nap. "Now do you wish to pad out of here, or are /you/ going to continue this." he lets his daughter attack Nap back.

    As BlueHeel begins to wander away, Nairuq rudely shoves his form against his in an attempt to knock him off his balance. But, then, perhaps BlueHeel will find a way to walk around him - forcing the male to, again, stumble over himself. Suddenly, though, the howl of another is heard, and Nairuq's ears flatten against his skull, performing somewhat of a turn to peer curiously in the opposing direction. Phoenix is spotted immediately, and a quizzical look is offered - who does she think /she/ is? Hmph. She's not going to rain on /his/ party. Once again, Nairuq's attention is gathered back upon BlueHeel - now dubbed 'stoopid-head' - and the Mutt charges for him, taking his momentary distraction as a chance to do /something/ to him. After all, the slight blow to his snout happened to have somewhat of a sting. And it /still/ stings. Sniff. Whine. Teeth bared, Nairuq - just as the many attempts before - lunges forward, and again, it appears he's attempting to aim at tackling BlueHeel.

    Aha! Succes--AAH! Likewise, Napoleon's concentration on his very first fight is broken by the sudden appearance of Phoenix. Now where did -she- come from? Have wolf-dogs grown wings? Eyes suddenly filling with unwanted fear, he looks towards her, taking a slight step backwards. Muzzle tinted a light crimson hue, he peers towards Nairuq, then up to BlueHeel as he pads over. Mustering up a growl, he presses back his ears and glares at him, contempt obvious in his eyes. "You shaddup! Some daddy you is! Y'didn' even help 'er!" he accuses, suddenly taking up Angel's defense. Though, just as quickly as that brief moment of peer 'togetherness' surfaced, it's quick to submerge. A glare is sent in Angel's direction, just daring her to try something.

    Phoenix is standing slightly outside of the group of the dogs fighting. Snarling at the two dogs, she subsides for a minute to nod, agreeing with BlueHeel, "Hey, back off buckos...you's got no rights to be doin' dis. And accusin' him of bein' a bad dad? I'd say he's a darn good one, defendin' that lil' pup like he did! You'll scare me when you become a dad, da way you treated dis pup..." She snarls again at the two dogs, and watches Nairuq lunge at BlueHeel. She tries to shoulder him and bump him out of the way, but there's no way she's fast enough.

    She won't .. She swears. Really. She's learned her lesson. Sobbing wretchedly, Angel curls up some ways off, the dried earth immediately at her front now soaked in red. That wasn't fun! Not at all! Ignoring Phoenix, and Napoleon, and even Blueheel, the little puppy presses her unharmed shoulder against the cold ground and pulls her paws up to her underbelly in a fetal-like posture. And lying there, just like that, she cries. Big, fat tears roll in streams down her soft white cheeks, soaking the fur and diluting flecks of her blood. The entire situation now evades her, as her only concern at the moment is the pain.

    BlueHeel growls, "Okay, this is enou.." he doesn't finish that thought and instead, turns his head some, and lungest at the lunging dog, catching his muzzle on his shoulder. Blue winces at the pain, but knows that the other dog will have more. Shaking his head some, he moves quickly to Angel's side and gently licks her wounds. "I'm so sorry, dear, are you okay?" He tries to comfort her. "It is all my fault." For the moment, he doesn't watch the other dog, but he doesn't ignore him.

Nairuq has disconnected.

    Napoleon turns his head towards Phoenix, his frown never succeeding to leave his young features. "You shuddap, too! Y'ain't even know wot 'appened!" he protests within a slight growl, seemingly not caring what she may or may not think of him. With an snort, he returns his attention to Angel, bracing himself for the attack that's sure to come. But..what's this? Blinking, he watches as the slinks off, and even though he'll be the last one to tell of it, a pang of guilt and remorse hits him square in the chest. It's not -her- fault that her dad didn't stop him...it's all BlueHeel's fault! It's always someone else's fault in his world, and never his. Somewhat eased that the blame is off of him, Nap turns and slinks off. Well...if -this- is what a pirate does...well then, he'll just have to get used to it if he wants them to accept him, because he has to be accepted by someone sooner or later...doesn't he?

Angel has disconnected.

    Phoenix snarls slightly at Napoleon, and then steps in front of BlueHeel and Angel, blocking them. "You be quiet! I dun care, you hurt her!"

Napoleon has disconnected.

    Phoenix snarls slightly at Napoleon, and then steps in front of BlueHeel and Angel, blocking them. "You be quiet! I dun care, you hurt her!" She looks at BlueHeel, and asks, "She gonna be okay? She took quite a hit dere..." She watches as the two dogs run off, and Angel fall into a light slumber, "Bullies...just mean bullies."

    BlueHeel looks down, "It's my fault though, i let things go too far, it woudn't have been a problem if she hadn't been here. But it seems things just got out of hand, Thank you for coming though. That was one of LIp's gang, and unfortunatly they are trying to recrute the pup there." he sighs as he licks the pup

    Phoenix shakes her head slightly as she lowers herself to her haunches, "Don't be so hard on yerself. You did all dat you could to." She smiles slightly...not a smirk, but a real smile. "I just couldn't stand to see one of dem bullies pickin' on such a young'n, or pickin' on the likes of yerselves who ain't dun nothin'. Who you need are dose stuck in dem pits right now. They'll help ya out...once they're freed. They'll git out soon, though..."

Phoenix has disconnected.