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Malik

Not the scene you wanted but the scene you get. Refer to appearances Celestials if you forgot the name.
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The sharp scent of Iron filled Malik's senses. Blood, that was blood, so much he could taste it. The cheering and shouting of men outside the cage meant nothing to him, he couldn't understand what they said.

"Malik!" That was a familiar voice. Malik's ears swiveled around towards his master to catch the command that was about to be issued.

"Kill it!"

No more playing? Good. Malik hated the fight command. It meant he had to hurt his prey but not kill them. It meant he often got hurt.

The hybrid across from Malik snarled at him. The wolf shifter was a lot larger than little grey fox Malik but not nearly as light on his feet.

The purple mark on Malik's hip began to glow a pale indigo and Malik lunged at his prey. Dist from the dirt ring flew up around them as the two scuffled on the ground for only a few seconds. Malik got his head down on a neck and dug his sharp teeth in.

Claws dug into his biceps as the wolf tried to free his arms but Malik kept him pinned as he ripped a chunk of flesh away and but down again.

The familiar taste of blood filled his mouth. Tang of blood and delicious meat. His own blood slowly poured down his arms to mix with that spilled by the wolf.

He never knew when these fights were over until he got dragged away. A metal harness came down around his neck and dragged him off a mangled corpse with only a bit of skin keeping the head attached to it's body.

Malik once fought the harness but he knew better now. He had obeyed his masters commands, he'd get fed tonight. He would be fed and get to sleep inside.

A rag was pressed to his mouth and nose but Malik didn't fight. He welcomed the sleep. Sleep made the pain go away and when he woke up there would be food.
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"It's absolutely cruel! It's inhumane. You're torturing him!"

"Does Malik look like he's unhappy?"

Malik lifted his head when he heard his name but his master wasn't looking at him. It wasn't a command. At least not one he recognized. He didn't understand what the rest of those words meant.

He sat in the ground and raised another but if ground meat from his bowl to his lips. His master took good care of him when he behaved. This was game meat, rabbit or even deer maybe. There was eggs too. And the green leaf that was crunchy. All to keep him healthy and strong so he could keep winning fights for his master.

Malik picked up the small egg and tossed it in his mouth. He loved the way the yolk exploded when he crushed the shell in a single bite. It felt like hunting again.

He watched and listened to his master and the woman despite not understanding. It was good entertainment.

His Master counted coins on the table and marked it down on parchment. It was their winnings from the last fight. When Malik was good, his master got lots of coins. Coins made his master happy and earned Malik food. If he lost his master did not get coins and would be very mad at Malik.

"Hes covered in wounds eating raw meat on the floor." The woman argued.

"They'll be gone in three days. Foxes heal fast." His master dismissed the concern. "His ears are perked and his tail isn't tucked. He's not scared or upset he's enjoying a well earned meal."

Malik finished his meat and got up, bringing the bowl over to his master so it could get refilled with water. He was still thirsty.

"Get him water, would ya?"