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8-rae-rae-8 · 1 month
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Dog fighting ring au (Graves' Part)
Phillip Graves - (Handler: Shepherd)
CWs: Graves' racism, hybrid fighting, abuse, drugging.
Characters: Roba, Ghost, Roba's men, Shepherd, Alejandro, Rodolfo
He's bait. A toy to his masters and a doll to his handlers. Scarred from head to toe, kept in no better condition than a sad dog bed in a cold, concrete room. Blond ears and sad tail with missing patches of fur. Ripped out too many times to count, so much so that hair stopped growing there. Or maybe it was the malnutrition, his body's attempt at self preservation. Or the fear he lived in, maybe even the anger.
It hurts. Every movement tore his skin. Every sound scratched his throat. When did he last have water? Food? He didn't know.
The only times he was allowed out was when his handler forced him to taunt a fighting dog. He was bait, just bait.
Nothing better than a toy on a string.
Still, he did his job well. Stalking the fighter infront of him. Black hair, with blond roots peeking through.. swollen parts of his ears. No shirt. Brandings. Scars. Fucked ribs. Bruises.
Huh. Maybe... Maybe some of the fighters understood what being in his position was. Full of pain and no help. Left in the rain or beating sun like a mutt.
The other hybrid didn't attack. He sat there and stared. Eyes narrowed as he watched. Nothing more. So he had to try harder. If he didn't- if he didn't, it might kill him. So be good. Listen. Fight. Taunt.
Graves tried. He stalked, barked, growled and hit.
The other hybrid only bit back when he finally hit a sensitive spot. Finally. Finally, he did his job. Riling up the mutt to get him ready for a fight.
That was all he was good for after all.
Graves quickly learns of the other's handler when he kicks Graves in the stomach and pushes something into his neck. Scary, tattooed, darker skinned. He associated it with pain, no matter how wrong. He didn't know any better.
The man showed each time the hybrid with dyed ears and tail was there. The other always looking at him with soft eyes. He had kicked Graves' ear once before biting him so hard he lost a chunk of his ear. Gentle, when his handler(s) wanted hurt.
That face followed him for weeks. Only ever picking him to prep for his mutt's fights. Graves didn't learn either of their names, he couldn't when he was whimpering in pain. More men joined, jeering and laughing. Not only at him but the other dog. Graves was drugged more than he could count. His handler didn't stop them. He encouraged it. The handlers loved being able to get away with this... Hybrids not human enough to be protected by most laws.
Whether he was unconscious or not for the baiting, he stopped remembering. The drugs affected his system more each time they hit. Withdrawals never happened, he was too much of a toy to be left to rot. A good toy too.
Their faces burned in his head. It didn't take long for him to associate anyone that looked like them with pain, fear and horrible anticipation for hurt.
When he woke to a man gently patting his cheek and laying him on something soft, his instinct was to bite and kick. A man with a beard, recently growing, eyebrows in a constant furrow. He didn't seem deterred when Graves tried to hurt him. Another man held him by his shoulders, clean shaven with kind eyes–Graves was too blind to see it.
These weren't his handlers. Why was the room filled with orders and different voices?? Hybrids left half dead on the ground, while men in so much gear tried to help them. What happened when he was out? Why did he hurt more than usual?
His back burned, stinging when it made contact with the soft thing. A bed, a stretcher.. he didn't know. He just tried to claw his way out of this, it usually worked. But these men were insistent. They kept him there, strapped him down and brought him somewhere else. Somewhere in the dim light of the night, sirens going off around him.
Graves caught one glance at that one fighter–the one with dyed fur–he was in a worse state. Not even conscious as a bearded man tried to wake him too. His chest stung. Was he alive?
He forgot about the men for a moment. It only took a second for him to be given some kind of medication in his veins. It burned, then made him a little floaty. The fear hit full swing again as one of the men said something to him. Something he couldn't understand.
He was back to thrashing in the stretcher, growling as his tail forcefully tucked between his legs.
Then it was black as something hot burned in his arm.
He'd woken up in a hospital. God knows how many days later. It was quiet. Near silent. An arm in a cast and most of his body bandaged up or stitched. He didn't even know he'd broken anything. It all does blend together in that life...
Those men came back and sat at his bedside. They explained what happened. A raid on the ring, many hybrids saved, many in hospitals, some handlers arrested. They said he was lucky not to have been awake and aware. Graves wanted to claw at them again. To hit. But he was held down by cuffs. It wasn't an option.
Trust wasn't an option. He had to trust them. And they tried to prove it.
Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sargeant Major Rodolfo Parra.
It took upwards of a year for Graves to even think about letting them touch him. He flinched away and growled. He bit more than once. Rodolfo lost a bit of skin on his arm because of it. Graves never said sorry. He shouldn't have stepped in his space.
Still, he associated them with pain and fear. But the more he was brought safe food, bedding, and they literally picked him up out of closets when he had a flashback... It was hard to keep his guard up. They were kind. The other shoe didn't drop. He was warm and safe there.
Graves bit his tongue a lot. Bit back the urge to say things he had heard from that branded hybrid's handler. Mean things. Bad things. He wasn't a bad dog.
This place, a kind home, wasn't what he was used to. He didn't deserve it, he didn't remember if he ever even had that.
Rodolfo and Alejandro were sweet. Their voices felt warm to his wounded ears. No matter how hard he tried, he started to trust them. Those mean words only came back to him as intrusive thoughts or when he was angry. He had lots to unlearn still.
But he wasn't pushed away by them.
On rough nights, he inched closer to Rudy.
And one night he had it particularly rough. Graves settled himself at the end of Rudy's bed, and was never kicked out. No matter the shit he did, he was allowed to stay. Because it was getting better. He was getting better.
Pictures of Graves curled up on Rodolfo's bed have a folder on Alejandro's phone.
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yen-sids-tournament · 6 months
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Non-Disney Barking Brawl
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All of these doggies are in the Non-Disney side of our Animal Besties Tournament. Round 2 coming in November!
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forza-carlos-sempre · 6 months
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New episode
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Omg I’m so in love.
I finally opened my package, and now I’m trying to take pics of their book printing for @epicstuckyficrecs and I cannot put it down!!!
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Dog fight. LITERALLY!!
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goblindickhead · 22 days
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largemouthbassnation · 4 months
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GSP Puppies at 3 Weeks
These lil terrors decided to have a good 15 minute scrap. They fell back asleep as fast as the fight started. They certainly move … source
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papa-squat-89 · 4 months
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Yup, this was for kids lol.
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raepliica · 2 months
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i think they should take turns cuddling for healing purposes
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cathygeha · 8 months
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REVIEW
Hungry is the Night by Robin Jeffrey
The Night #1
This paranormal romance with a bit of urban fantasy feel to it has werewolves with a bit different mythology than previous books I have read and has a plot that poses issues that were also an interesting surprise.
The story begins in Klamath Falls, Oregon with Grace Holtz working in a credit union after breaking away from her werewolf den in Seattle, Washington. The matriarch of her pack had big dynastic plans for Grace that were not in keeping with her own, so she left. Marcus Bowen, an important man from her past, surprises her after a long time apart and requests her help…a request that she ignores…until she can’t.
Great introduction to a new series that has me wanting to know what happens next. I enjoyed reading about how the change occurs for the werewolves, the differences and similarities they have to other werewolves I have read stories about, the bitten versus born differentiation and its impact on the characters, the twists and turns and surprises, being able to thoroughly dislike the bad guys while wishing bad things would happen to them, and the relationship between Grace and Marcus.
This is a new-to-me author that I would gladly read again and look forward to reading the next book in the series when it is available.
Thank you to NetGalley and Booksirens for the ARC – This is my honest review.
5 Stars
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FROM EXCITING ROMANCE AUTHOR ROBIN JEFFREY Book one in The Night series. In Seattle, the past doesn’t stay buried – it comes back to bite you. The werewolves of the world live in tight knit gangs, or “dens”, for protection from outsiders – and each other. Every major metropolis has one; to belong to a den is to have a family for eternity. However, Grace Holtz, next in line to lead the Seattle den called The Nameless, has had enough of living under the crushing weight of her den’s expectations. Having fled to a small, rural town in southeast Oregon, her goal is to blend in and be as “normal” as possible for the rest of her unnaturally long life. But Marcus Bowen, a wolf from the UK-based Feóndulf den (and the closest thing Grace has ever had to a lover), has other plans. Reappearing thirty years after their affair came to an abrupt and bloody end, Marcus needs Grace. He needs her to return to Seattle and arrange an audience with Mama, the current leader of The Nameless and Grace’s estranged grandmother. The leader of the Feóndulf and his heir have both been brutally murdered, and Marcus suspects that Grace and Mama are next. Teaming up to hunt for the killer in the Emerald City, the pair slowly begin to realize their romance may not be as dead as they thought. However, as it becomes clear that the person they’re looking for holds secrets about both their dens, Marcus and Grace must grapple with competing loyalties, conflicting desires, and ultimately decide what matters more: their dens or each other.
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critterbitter · 4 months
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Congratulations! Your Tynamo evolved into an Eelektrik!
(Bonus below!)
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(The eel dog quadrupled in weight)
Link to submas masterpost!
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gengamer110 · 1 year
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DogFight - Modern "Retro Style" Shoot-em Up
I just finished playing this game on Twitch, and had a blast.  I am in the process of migrating the video to YouTube.  I was not expecting a game like this.  It is modern in style, but very retro in gameplay.   In this video, I play it on a PlayStation 5 (PS5), but it is a PS4 game. Katsu Entertainment brings their signature humor and style to Dogfight where players can team up with the entire…
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vaesivlasta · 8 months
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noodle era is. oh jod, nona means so much to me. she changed my brain chemistry
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i drew this in the most unromantic way possible please understand that ethan is just their miserable wet cat they found outside in the snow
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