New Day, New Me(Jackson Samuels vs Ice Monkey, Day 2)

As far as muttations went, Paris had already lived a long and prosperous life. She'd been born some five years ago and spent most of her childhood and adolescence in a cage. It was only in the last year that she'd been exposed to sunlight and snow, baited with crunchy treats and the promise of a warm cave to sleep in. Of course, what she loved most were her fellow mutts. Sometimes they left her present: bits of carrot, pretty chips of rock, roped strands of hair. She loved being adored and even though she missed the security of her cage, she'd finally adjusted to life in the arena.

And then this poor, bald ice monkey came bumbling into her territory without even a pebble to offer and stabbed her in her good hand.


Paris had only come to arena to party and honestly she was feeling really attacked right now?

Paris screamed at the boy who dared to carve her up. She didn't mind a scratch here or there but this? This was on an entirely different level. In case the scream didn't make her point, she hissed as she hopped on the rocks, trying to find a more secure place from which to attack. If only there had been snow. She could coat it over herself as the most luxurious coat, hide in its depths and strike. But alas, this party RSVP had come from the Quarry.

Turns out, sometimes when you meet someone new, they do bite.