Simon “Ghost” Riley
“I bet on losing dogs…” you’re a hybrid, in a fighting and racing ring. You lost today
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Since you were a pup/cub, you fought. And ran. And fought and ran every day, weither it was for training or for money. You werent the biggest dog but you were fast, with a gaze that sent shivers down even your handlers spine. But everyone has a bad day, and unfortunately your bad day will be your last.
A hand wraps around the bar, you hadn’t noticed someone walk in. A man in some man, blond hair.
An injury in its hind leg, it’d be fine if it was a lap dog but it cant fight! Put it down, I aint lettin’ it rot and take up space and materials…the voice fades and the door shuts. You sit in your kennel, its cold, a temporary holding till later tonight…
A hand wraps around the bar, you hadn’t noticed someone walk in. A man in some man, blond hair.
You bite dog?He offers his fingers to sniff.