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Post by Yamato on Dec 13, 2018 1:45:29 GMT
Yamato was a fighting dog, and a popular one too. He was one of the best fighting dogs around besides those Tosa dogs, and even in his really ripe old age, he could still fight well. He hadn't even aged horribly. Yamato had also heard that there was a dog leading a pack called the Ohu Army, and Yamato nearly scoffed at that. He had heard the dog was a youngster named Weed. Well, 4 years old was young in Yamato's eyes. Heck, he was 26. Yamato decided to head to the Ohu Mountains, and he let out a howl. " Weed of the Ohu Army, supreme commander!" He barked. Yamato spoke "supreme commander" in a mocking way, as to make fun of Weed.
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Post by isamu on Dec 13, 2018 1:53:11 GMT
“What do you want with my grandpa!” It was the young Akita mix who would meet this stranger head on. With a frown on his face isamu walked forward towards the elderly Akita. “Who are you to call for him?” He snorts. At just a year and a half young Isamu has never heard the tales of champion fighting dog Yamato, hell some even thought him dead.
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Post by ManlyJazz on Dec 13, 2018 1:55:57 GMT
Weed walked out onto the cliffs of the mountain, raising a paw and tilting his ears towards the howl in the wind. He’d caught the mocking tone in the visitor’s voice, and his eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed some arrogant dog wanted to meet him, perhaps to cause trouble and fight. Weed sighed, shaking his head. There were days that he regretted taking charge of an army. The battles just grew draining after a while. Still, this wouldn’t be as serious as fighting, say, Monsoon or Hougen. Perhaps Weed could even convince this dog to see reason. Whoever this dog was, they’d probably grow annoyed by having to wait. Weed followed the howl a short way down the mountainside, soon picking up an unfamiliar scent. Fur as white as snow stood out against the oranges and browns of autumn. Weed emerged from the bushes, spotting Yamato. The younger male stood in a calm, yet dignified pose.
“Can I help you, sir?”
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Post by Yamato on Dec 13, 2018 2:02:55 GMT
Yamato nearly chuckled at the younger dog Isamu who was getting defensive. " Kiddo, I'm Yamato, you must've not heard the legends of me. I'm one of Japan's most famous fighting dogs who is still alive, even after 26 years." He said. Then, the Akita glanced at Weed. " So, you must be Weed. You're quite young to be a grandfather, and leading a bunch of dogs already..." Yamato said. " You probably don't know what I know. But I'm Yamato, Japan's most famous fighting dog still standing, and I can dodge and fight well. Your Battouga is no match for what I can do." Yamato growled, taking a few steps forward. " I've come to challenge you to see if you're really good enough to be a leader of such a legendary pack of dogs..."
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Post by ManlyJazz on Dec 13, 2018 2:09:38 GMT
“Isamu...” chided Weed softly. “What are you doing here on your own? Please stand back; I need to properly talk to this male so that we don’t have to start any pointless fights.” Weed then looked back at Yamato, listening patiently as he bragged about himself. Such a cocky guy, considering he was closer to death’s door than Weed was. Then again...a strong male could be any age, if the Ohu Veterans were anything to go by.
“Yamato,” Weed echoed, testing the name on his tongue. “I...can’t say I’ve heard of you. Then again, I tend to avoid stories about dog fights. Not really my interest, you see. You seem very confident, though. Perhaps you’d like to join Ohu? We’re always welcoming new members.” Weed smiled hopefully.
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Post by Yamato on Dec 13, 2018 2:16:19 GMT
Yamato nearly scoffed at Weed's offer, and the fact he had never heard of him. " Well, some dogs know about me, and some humans." He said, still proudly. " I beat a dog stronger than me once, kid." When Weed proposed the offer to Yamato of joining the Ohu Army, Yamato rolled his eyes. " What's so special about the Ohu Army anyway? They're just a bunch of dogs like most packs, just bigger." " They could use a stronger leader, that is unless you are somehow stronger than me. I present to you...NECK ROLLING!" Yamato charged towards Weed and grabbed his neck, spinning around.
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Post by isamu on Dec 13, 2018 2:21:08 GMT
“You? Your a champion fighting dog?” Isamu murmured as if he hadn’t heard what Yamato had said. Isamu stares for a moment mind boggled at the male’s age. Not even Cross or Akame were that old. He turns as his grandpa addresses him
“What are you doing here on your own? Please stand back; I need to properly talk to this male so that we don’t have to start any pointless fights.”
“I’m doing a little patrol like the other soldiers do” he explains, head bowed hoping that he wouldn’t be in trouble. He listens as his grandpa speaks to Yamato even offering for the dog to join them. More words from the champion were spoken before the elder dog lunges towards his grandfather.
"They could use a stronger leader, that is unless you are somehow stronger than me. I present to you...NECK ROLLING!"
Isamu stares in shock at the attack. He had never seen anything like it. “Ah! Grandpa!” He yelps in panic
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Post by ManlyJazz on Dec 13, 2018 2:23:20 GMT
Weed’s eyes had narrowed in response to Yamato’s words, yet he made no effort to respond until the old male had finished speaking. Then, Yamato unleashed his attack. Weed had only enough time for his eyes to widen in alarm when Yamato’s sharp fangs entered his neck. His maw fell open in pain, and he could feel his blood already beginning to trickle from the wound that was forming.
“Yamato!” he shouted. Desperate to escape the situation, Weed fell over onto his side, hoping to cut off Yamato’s attack pattern around his head. He raised a paw, pushing at the white Akita’s chest. “E-Enough! There’s no need for this!”
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Post by Yamato on Dec 13, 2018 2:30:35 GMT
Yamato felt as Weed attempted to push him off. It seemed Yamato's attack was working, and he snarled as Weed pushed his paw against his chest. " Pathetic." Yamato snarled through a mouthful of blood and fur. " I thought you would be stronger than this." Yamato then continued using his Neck Rolling attack and then he leapt off, spitting out blood and fur. " This next attack belonged to one of my opponents, Big Hunter, who killed many dogs." Yamato said, and then he did an impressive leap, aiming for Weed's shoulder now.
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Post by ManlyJazz on Dec 13, 2018 2:38:19 GMT
Weed stepped back, crouching down in a fighter’s stance, Taking in a deep breath, he suddenly sprang into the air, soaring over Yamato’s head. He landed expertly on his paws, turning quickly and facing Yamato, his muscles tightening in case he needed to make a run for it. “I have no interest in fighting or killing you,” the Akita mix said firmly. “Surely there must be some other way we can settle our differences?” Werd couldn’t stop his body from shivering. He wasn’t afraid, not of some big shot who talked big, but rather from the shock of how quickly he’d been attacked. The old man had skills, Weed couldn’t deny that.
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Post by Yamato on Dec 13, 2018 2:45:11 GMT
TAGS: isamu, ManlyJazz
Yamato stared at Weed after Yamato noticed he was on the other side of him. Impressive, Weed had leapt over him...not. Heh, in Yamato's eyes, that was a stupid move. "Listen, kiddo." Yamato said. "You can't always be the peacemaker. You can't always choose negotiation and peace. That's called being weak. Being weak...is wrong." Well, Yamato was doing something different here. Giving Weed a little lesson he deserved to learn, that you couldn't always be so...peaceful.
Yamato licked his maw, getting off the blood remaining on his mouth. "Sometimes, you gotta fight, and fighting is my expertise. You? Your achilles' heel." He said, before doing some sort of fast circling around Weed.
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Post by ManlyJazz on Dec 13, 2018 2:52:38 GMT
Weed stared silently at Yamato, listening to his speech. He almost scoffed. As if he needed some old smartass to tell him that he needed to fight sometimes. Weed had learned that lesson before, but it wouldn’t stop him from at least making the effort to try and end things peacefully. He watched Yamato’s movements, trying to control his body so that he could continue putting on an air of wisdom and tranquility. “What right do you have to teach me?” he asked patiently. “If my way of doing things isn’t to your liking, you could always go back to your fighting ring. You can tear apart as many dogs as you wish, and while I may not like that sort of behavior, I’m not your boss. I can’t control what you do.”
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Post by Yamato on Dec 13, 2018 3:00:44 GMT
Yamato continued his circling. " I'm older than you, so I'm more experienced. I've lived in this world for 26 years. You...only a few." He said, almost cockily. Yamato eventually stopped circling Weed, and got an idea. He could go for his back swiftly, or wait for Weed to make his move and then Yamato would snake him. " I've been retired from fighting since I was 14." Yamato then said. " But I still fight. You're lucky I haven't chosen to kill you. After all, your packmates would be distraught seeing you dead." Shocking, Yamato was actually sparing Weed's life. Showed Yamato had slightly a heart now.
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Post by ManlyJazz on Dec 13, 2018 3:05:40 GMT
“Ah...” Weed said gently, turning to face Yamato after he’d came to a stop. He smiled gently. “So you do have a heart. And you said I would have to fight.” Weed’s tail wagged a bit. “Well...my offer to join Ohu still stands. However, if you don’t wish to join, I must ask you to leave this territory. If not...” Weed let out a sigh. “Then, and only then, will I decide to use a bit of force. But surely someone as old and wise as you wouldn’t force me to do such a thing in front of my grandson, would you?”
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Dec 13, 2018 18:35:30 GMT
Post by isamu on Dec 13, 2018 18:35:30 GMT
“Grandpa” Isamu stiffened with fear at the attack, lucky the older dog managed to break free before dodging another of Yamato’s attacks. “Careful!” The youngster barks. Again Yamato speaks and Isamu’s ears pull back against his head, golden eyes widen slightly at his grandpa’s offer once again to the champion.
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