CC Pg 4

BEING HEAVILY EDITED JUST IGNORE THIS DEVIATION FOR NOW!!!

"I need you to enter the tournament."
Buckshot stared at him for a moment. The tournament was a deadly game; most dogs that entered didn't survive. And now this fellow, this 'Shotgun' was actually asking him to enter!
"Err, just give me a moment."
He slid out his front paws, and let out a long yawn, followed by a wonderful stretch that left his backside high in the air and widened his left-side scar over his muscles.
"What should I do...hmm...?"
He sat down, abruptly, with an almost comical 'plonk.'
"Why don't you enter?"
Shotgun blinked, "You were around for the last tournament, right? Don't you know the rules?"
"I was just a pup! I'm not THAT old."
They sat in silence again, the sun was crawling down to the edge of the horizon, letting their shadows grow and creep across the wall. Shotguns face was darkening in the process.
"He seems chatty enough, if I'm careful, convincing him will be simple enough, I'm sure."
"I couldn't, even if I wanted to. It's your fellow dogs that have over run the city, that eat all the food. Even if we're cousins, I can't be directly involved. That's just the way it is."He beamed at Buckshot, as if were something to be proud of.
"Really..."
Buckshot gave him a lazy blink.
"And why would I do that for you?"
Shotguns eyes widened with delight, catching the last of the suns strength, making them sparkle brightly through his black lids. He took a strange, shuddering breath.
"This city... needs to be wiped clean of its demons before I can ever be at peace here. Someone like you must have had a similar idea. We'd be better off without certain people."
He stopped and thought for a moment, the lengthy smile had vanished now, and his eyes became dull.
"We... fellows like us... need to stick together, I think."
That was an unusual way of putting it.  
"I really don't think we're that alike-"
"OUR NATURE," he interrupted, "tends to isolate us from the others, doesn't it?"
Buckshot stood up, shuddering. That was enough, too much. Shotguns smile revived once more.
"They just don't like us do they?"
"SHUT UP!!! All I want is to be left alone. I don't need you chatting to me or asking me favours as if we were FRIENDS. So SHUT your MOUTH!"
Buckshot was puffing, and Shotguns ears dropped; his smile was most definitely gone.
"Or better yet, I'll shut it for you." He gave a grin of his own, and it was something more terrible than what Shotgun could ever achieve. Damn, I guess bonding isn't his thing, if he loses it, he'll...Buckshot started to growl and tightened his muscles, ready to leap right across the gap. He'll destroy me!  Behind, Buckshot heard the patter of footsteps, but that was impossible, he was about to throw himself across the only entrance. He'd nearly toppled of the edge, but caught himself and twirled around to face the newcomer. He could see the Ferris wheel in the distance, where the competitors would have to meet like last time. There was no one behind him however, just the unobscured view of the decaying city. Turning back to the fox he smirked, but, he yelped and leapt back. Sitting behind Shotgun, was a monster.front legs were like protective pillars, Shotgun peeked out from between them happily.
"This is Cusith. He'll be your backup." Said Shotgun, all fear forgotten. Cusith was an almost sickly grey-green, with droopy, unfocused eyes. He gave off an unpleasant sensation; something unnatural, something wrong.
"You don't need me! Get him to enter for crying out loud!" Shotgun tweaked his head again, and began to chuckle.
"Well, I guess you're not the man I'm looking for. If poor, simple Mr Sith frightens you so much, you won't last two seconds in the tourna-"
"I'M NOT AFRAID!" Buckshot's outburst startled Cusith, and his green eyes swivelled down to glare at him, his enormous, plated tail twitched in annoyance. "Got it," thought Shotgun.
"That is, well, ahh...Well y'know, I reckon Beyra's done for the day, look, the sun's half set. Too late probably, Ahaha!
Buckshot cringed inwardly, "Played it cool there, didn't you?"
Shotgun gave a light sigh, and looked up at his protector.
"Cusith?"
"Yes sir?" Cusith's voice was deep, but he mumbled, barely opening his mouth.
"Go and ask someone if Beyra is still taking competitors," asked Shotgun slowly and carefully.
"Ahh-ah, yes sir," He muttered and trotted off, only stopping to glance at the pair and leapt to a lower building, then to the ground.