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Tonight was the night. She could feel it. The full moon was pulsing energy through her veins. She had thought about just going for a hunt or something like the usual way she spent her full moon nights but no, tonight she had something else in mind. She was going to fight in the arena tonight! Sure that it would be fun cause who doesn't want to fight when you've got the feral nature of the moon at your back? She expected the place to be pretty full and she wasn't disappointed. The minute the Ark came into view, she could tell that it was full tonight. There were even Were's hanging out on the docks outside, bustling together to try to get onto the boat. Psh, she wasn't about to wait outside. Slinking around the others, she used her smaller size to slip between legs and soon enough made her way up the ramp and onto the Ark. Once inside, she could barely breathe. It was packed! But she wasn't discouraged. She maneuvered her way closer to the ring, her nose catching the first scent of fresh blood and she could hear grunts and yelps to let her know someone was already in the middle of a fight. Oh goody. Finally she found a place to watch between a grizzly bear and a goat, trying to look like she belonged. A rottweiler and a orangetan were going at it. It was actually quite comical and Malia found herself laughing along with the other Were's in no time. The orangetan was teasing the dog, no doubt, jumping on its back and smacking its ears before leaping away and jumping to the top of the ropes to watch the dog trying to climb, snapping its jaws just inches away. She almost didn't understand the smell of blood in the air since she didn't see serious wounds on either of the animals but as the rottweiler turned, she could make out a good gash on its side right behind the front leg. Her brow raised. How did it get that? Then the orangetan answered her question, pulling a piece of glass from behind its back. It was almost subtle, the way it was hiding it in its hand. She curled her lips, wondering if others had seen this cause she was pretty sure there was a "No Weapons" sign outside the ring. She looked around but no one else seemed to be bothered. Flicking her tail in irritation, she was about to let it go when she saw something that made her blood run cold. The orangetan suddenly leaped off the ropes back onto the dog's back but this time it grabbed the rottweiler's jaw and pulled up, placing its hand right under the dog's throat. One might think it was just going to tickle him or something. The orangetan even made it look whimsical with the silly look on its face. But she saw the glint of glass and knew it was about to cut the dog's throat. Killing someone? Last time she checked, the ring wasn't here for fights to the death. Who did this monkey think he was?! Before she could think, she teleported into the ring. "Wait!" She cried out, lunging forward to snap at the orangetan's hand. With a squeal of pain, the monkey let go of the glass and leapt back onto the ropes, shaking its fist and cursing her up and down but she could care less. She looked at the dog who had stumbled back, sporting a new cut to the neck where the orangetan had started to cut but never finished. The rottweiler looked at her with a mixture of surprise and gratitude before he turned and climbed out of the ring. The orangetan meanwhile was glaring daggers at her and she knew she wasn't getting out of here any time soon. She rolled her eyes and rounded on the monkey. "You were cheating. So, you gonna fight me or you gonna get someone else to do your battles for you?" |