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The echoing of a barking sound tore towards the night sky, the bright full moon shining down to illuminate everything underneath it. The street of this grungy alleyway having been long forgotten and long unmaintained. The dark alley shining back up at the moon through the collected puddles of discarded fluids that had been collected into small pools. There was no telling what the mixture contained, the passing spiral of pastel tones did little to answer the mystery. Even the manhole cover added to the foreboding of the displayed state of this backstreet where it the warmth of the sewer below met the cool air and lifted a soft fog that quickly dispersed into the air. Metal tins left to the side of the pathway for the garbage technicians to come by and handle it in the early mornings. The scents of the wreaking bins doing little to remain in their container even as the sudden growling meow of a tiny four-legged creature rushed from one end of the alley to the next in order to seek shelter behind the coolness that the aluminum canisters provided in this warm night air. The source of whatever food might be left hidden within the confines of the soon to be torn open plastic bags and can liners.

The soft clap of his shoes tapped against the asphalt as he crossed through this shortcut on his way through the city. Glowing green eyes reaching out far into the darkness to cut it like headlights through a fog. The soft matching glow of his green hair dancing against his back with every single step he took. One after another while he took advantage of the space between these two buildings. The lean body showing out from under the opened black button up, demonstrating his abs under a chest covered in fishnet and a dangling crystal styled pendent. Studded leather bands met his biceps as well as wrists with a long tube of dark clothe in between to better hide most of the arm but perfectly match the black fur of the fox that passed through here. To top it all off a pair a kackies set with dangling chains and thick leather boots for them to be tucked into. It was clear that this fem-fox was returning from a party of some kind, maybe a rave depending on how he got here, but knowing that this was the shortest route back to his dorm room he wasn't about to take the long way around.

It was only then that the green eyes met another fox who's fur seemed to reflect the brightness of the moon itself like a specter trying to call upon him. Ears lowered at the sight of this creature. White fur with blue details so similar to his own that it was nearly sickening to think that someone would go to that kind of length just to try and be him, or perhaps that was the ego talking. This arctic fox was dress with a long brown scarf wrapped over his neck just able to touch on the soft blue sleeveless shirt tucked tight into a pair of black slacks with a pair of blue converse to match the color of the shirt he wore. The same blue reaching into his eyes and even while this arctic fox kept his eyes down at the condition of the alley he was walking into the gaze from those glowing green marks about the glowfox's body drew his attention almost immediately to him before that same gaze narrowed from both parties. The approach on the two ends slowed until they'd come to a stop and look over one another, analyzing and picking apart the other in glorious detail in order to fuel the ammo of insults they were clearly going to be tossing at each other with the full attempt of derailing one of them before the night was over.

Green glowing eyes met the soft blue gaze as they both narrowed into a glare at one another, the easy step to the left started their small circle where they continued to pass judgment on each others outfits, hair, build, design, anything those cold and angry eyes could lock onto they stored it into memory as firepower for when this fight was going to begin between them down to the absolute barest of insults all for the sake of the common dislike that these two had for one another. The absolute rage that just the very sight of one another could bring about and force both of them to a complete standstill as one waited for the other to make that first word, to start them off and force them into their usual spill of dark emotions. Teeth gritted and bared, easy growls flowing from their lips, careful steps bringing them closer and closer into that well paced circle as these two forced themselves into their little dance.

It was Skie that opened his mouth first those words speaking out towards the black fox, watching him and looking down at those perfect abs in order to indicate them directly. "I'd say that it's nice to see you're eating well, but you may be going a little overboard with it." His voice spoke in a soft informative tone, hoping to startle and shake up his adversary.

Citrus's mouth opened quickly growing a soft smirk at the sudden comment from the white fox. He had to chuckle to the fact that the arctic just went out of his way to call this vulpine fat, in so many words, but he had a retort on his side, a cross of his arms over his chest the two would stop their circling as he'd speak out at Skie with a far less than impressive tone. A hand moving over his own black abs while he responded to him, "Oh you mean this? They're what you call muscles, I know you don't see many of them when you look in the mirror. Try spending more time working out and less time working on those blue highlights."

Skie laughed in one solid blare of chuckle while taking a step forward. His hand moving up and down as to indicate the black fox's fur. "Blue works for me. Not everyone can pull off a radioactive green that makes them look like a b-rated Hollywood monster, but I guess it's find for anyone trying to be the center of attention all the time."

"Is that what this is all about?" The bright smile shown on the black fox's face as he perked up easily, "It's about me stealing your thunder? Well don't worry darling, you didn't have thunder to begin with."

Skie narrowed his gaze further, growling at the comment and drawing a proud smirk to the black face of the opposing fox. The white vulpine again stepping forward with a deep narrowed glare. "Thunder enough to get my modeling job off the ground. What do you do for a living again, Citrus?" He had to laugh at the next part, "Oh yeah, you act as that hulking wolf's bitch in your little fight club."

"Hey," he barked out loudly stepping in close and pressing his chest against the white fox hard enough to force him to step back. "You don't talk about Wolf. He's ten times the man you'll ever be."

The white fox smiled out in triumph where his words finally hit home, a nerve that could be struck. It was like celebrating a birthday early, but he'd need to keep pushing that note against him, keep on that nerve until it started to sting. "Ah, does the little bitch not like it when someone trash talks the big, dumb brute?"

That hand swung hard and sudden, the radioactive green nails swinging out in a hard arch in order to land squarely against the arctic fox's face causing it to jerk the side in a surprised gasp of pain that immediately lifted across Skie's face. The force of the hit making him step once to the side with a blink and a wince before he even had a chance to look back at the black fox. His hand moving up to grip the spot that was impacted turning his blue eyes towards Citrus in almost complete shock at the action that had just gone down. Where his heart fluttered that idea that he'd drawn out such an angry response from the black fox, that same heart dropped from the fear of having pushed him to the point of hitting him. All of these emotions were covered, though, in a thick layer of anger from both the pain and stinging sensation that was left in his cheek. The soft growl from the white fox showing that he wasn't satisfied with such a sudden burst of anger from his usual adversary.

"Now don't you ever DARE talk about..." The sentence never ended where the white fox burst into a full body rush to bury his shoulder into the black abs of the glow fox while his shining green highlights flew forward into his face and his body was forced to tumble backwards.

Steps worked to keep himself up as best he could until finally his shoulders and head hit hard into the steel trashcans that had been set out. Bending, moving, rolling in their loud crash as trash, the lids, even the bent up cans themselves fell down to cover him. Bags tearing open and the contents falling free in a rancid mess of left over food and papers. The green glowing eyes that Citrus had become known for were already tilted to the side looking away from the fight, but seeing the movement of something else instead. As that wavering gaze finally solidified on what he was looking at the black glowfox could feel his white counterpart rise from his body. A hand gripping what he'd found that and with a fast swing and a loud rage filled cry across the night the arctic fox would find a black furred feline clinging to his face. Claws digging in hard as he cried out in pain.

Instinctively Skie reached his hands up to grip at the cat that had been thrown at him, the feeling of his fingers wrapping around it to pull it off dragging those claws hard against his cheeks and jaw. Once the cat was pulled free it would bend itself down, sinking claws and teeth into his hand in order to force him to release it. A harsh gasp from the change in pain making him open his hands to let go of the alley beast. It's claws still suspending it on his arm for just a second longer before dropping off and rushing away. Where it had been seeking food and refuge this sudden make shift weapon now looked for a new place to go, a place where it wouldn't be bothered or interrupted by vulpines fighting one another near its home. This left the white fox holding his face and snarling out at Citrus who was already getting to his feet. The same Citrus that had to resort to dirty tactics like that in order to force the white fox to stumble back away from him and try recovering the best he could from those deep scratches and bite marks.

It was the glowfox's turn to finally land some damage, to make this white bitch hurt for starting this with him so callously. There was a difference between them. Where Skie spent a good majority of his time looking fabulous in front of a camera and handling himself to progress his modeling career, the black fox invested most of his time in a fighting league, bettering his body, improving his skills against other people that made a profession out of beating others up, and most importantly he'd been working with the best fighters across the planet in order to build up his talents which he was about to show off here rather aggressively. The lift of his stance would spread his legs out to his shoulder width as he snapped his black arms in a downward movement before lifting them into a strong guarding stance.

Unlike Citrus, Skie wasn't a fighter and when he saw that stance lift he knew that his white butt was about to get kicked. Quickly those eyes turned about as fast as he could, looking around for anything that he could use to defend himself with. It was looking away that left him open though and a hard right punch came directly into his chest knocking him back before the arctic moved to try and lift his own stance, nothing professional at all, but at least trying to do whatever he could to defend himself. The stinging of his chest already breaking down that confidence, making him believe that he may have actually pushed things a little too far this time with his closest rival. This was only confirmed when he felt his guard penetrated almost instantly with another hard punch, this one coming to cross his jaw and jerking the white fox's face to the side. The stumbling movement followed up by another strike to the same location, but this time Citrus was almost to step into it and apply more pressure.

Skie felt his body crash down into the asphalt of the street, his frame feeling dizzy from the impacts provided him, and his head spinning with a high pitched ringing in his ear. A few blinks would help to slowly bring him back, but he was still a long way from being able to recover from something like that. Citrus was over him, taunting him, shouting something down at him while bouncing on the balls of his feet. The deafening sound of the ringing blocking everything else out until finally he'd shake his head enough to get the constant tone to stop. It was interesting enough that the black fox wasn't coming down to ground pound him, or kicking him while he was down, the arctic white fox starting to understand the respect and self control that a fighting group can actually teach someone. Of course Skie isn't part of a fighting group and that means he can fight like a dirty bastard.

The white fox moved easily to try and slide his feet underneath his body, looking to try and lift himself up to his feet enough to get back into this fight. This ended about halfway up where he moved his foot out hard to the glowfox's knee aiming a stomping kick that forced the dark vulpine down to one knee as the stinging impact landed hard. The choice had become simple there, either take a knee or allow that knee to break from the force of the strike against it. Citrus wasn't going to take as long to recover though, but the grinding sound of steel on concrete did catch his attention. The glow fox kept his guard up as he worked to get his foot under his body again just in time to watch the white fox swing hard back at him, twisting the entire body just to impact the dark glowfox's head with the metal manhole cover. The impact of the swing catching him right in the side of the head and dropping Citrus directly into the alley. His hands guarding his head to the best of his ability while a daze took over his figure. A foot kicking at the paved space between buildings and listening to the loud clunk as the cover was dropped down again and Skie sluggishly picked himself up.

Even moving slowly to get back to his feet the white fox was still up long before the black vulpine even started to consider the idea of picking himself up off of the pavement. Skie didn't have even close to the same fighting honor and rules that the dark fox had from all of that training. White hands gripping down around the shirt collar and shoulder to start pulling Citrus over slowly. The movement was jerky at best, but the black fox wasn't about to really fight it off. The hard wincing at the pain coursing through his face made him grunt while his body was dragged along, the slight kicking of the glowfox doing nothing to stop what was happening before his nose was suddenly filled with the steaming smell of chemicals and funk that rose from the sewers through the now topless manhole. His hands moving to try and push himself up, but a sudden shoe to the back of his shoulders forced Citrus right back down again, making him breath this horrid, toxic, fume. Already the vulpine felt himself starting to gag, but in a rare image of mercy from the arctic the glowfox was allowed up.

Skie didn't want to do any permanent damage to his rival, not wanting to kill him, or break him, or even scar him up. What the arctic fox wanted was just to prove his dominance and show that he wasn't someone that this black fox can come around and screw with anytime he wants. Of course, that's also what Citrus wants as well, and it wasn't something that was just going to be resolved by the two of them ignoring one another, or making friends. No, these two had the biggest of deep seeded issues with one another and they were not about to fix that here. This wasn't a time for peace, it wasn't a time for the two of them to sit down and play chess while listening to old school jazz. This was a time for action, for rage, and with a movement to flip the glowfox onto his back Skie came into a straddle of him, sitting on his stomach and lifting his fist into the air before sending it directly down at the black fox's face.

Any other time such a tactic would work, the face would be hit and this match would be over with a fluttering shut of eyes, but this wasn't some normal fight, this wasn't some normal guy walking down the street, this was Citrus, someone that had been getting his training directly from one of the most brutal and horrific red raptor females that has ever had the absolute fortune of walking the planet to find people like him to "make stronger" in a very violent series of ways. With that fist coming down at his face the black fox lifted his hands up, gripping them around the balled up hand and with a fast turn to the left would pull at the right arm, forcing Skie to lean over and allowing Citrus to use his hips to roll the pup off of him. The move happening so fast for the white fox that he didn't even know what happened until he was on his back with the glow fox on top of him.

A very audible snarl would send a fast slamming fist directly down into Skie's face. This glowfox easily lifting off of the white vulpine while he narrowed his green gaze down at him and gripped him by the collar. The arctic fox was in a daze, but wasn't out, and with his body being pulled to his feet he'd immediately start to loose his footing when Citrus turned him, and pulled the white fox through the alley and threw him head first directly into a wall. The unhappy display across that black faced vulpine showing the radioactive green highlights of his hair better when they dipped a bit over his face. Holding the white fox there for a bit longer, keeping his face pressed against that brick built wall just to make his point to the his negative counterpart.

"I'm done with you messing with me, Skie. Don't you even think about.." His next word was immediately interrupted as he felt an elbow sink into his gut. The hard grunt from the black fox making him wince down some, but still keeping his attention fully on the bastard that had started all of this.

As Skie turned around easily to look at the dark vulpine he threw his full body at him, yelling out as he balled those fists once again and jumped straight at Citrus's face. Still reeling from the impact into his stomach, though the green highlighted fox didn't have time to push the white vulpine back off of him. Instead the sudden added weight would force the dark fox backward until his body splashed down into some watered down chemical that had been left sitting in the middle of the alley. The fluid didn't hurt at all, but it stank like motor oil which could turn so very bad for him considering the absolute fact that both of them smoked and that alone indicated that both of them had heat sources on their bodies. The black vulpine already throwing his coat off of his body, tearing the arms out of the sleeves with as much speed as he could while the feeling of those fists came down against him. The force of the blows jerking him from side to side just to try and soak some of the pain from those punches.

The attacks had no defense against them and each hard punch from those white knuckles crashed against the black furred body until finally that oil soaked shirt was removed from Citrus's body. The wetness of it coming to wrap around his fist and arm which would give him the perfect make shift punching glove to attack the white fox with. His arm moving fast, swinging hard. The wetness of the cloth making it a far harder surface when, strengthening the cloth on order to land a savoring blow directly against the shoulder of the white creature and force it enough to the side that the dark furred fox could push him over. Using that sudden moment of unbalance in order to flip Skie down on his back.

The white vulpine moved fast working to get to his feet, but he wasn't nearly fast enough to avoid that black fox who immediately pounced him. Dark hands tipped by radioactive green nails came together easily, gripping the wet cloth between the two hands and forcing it down against Skie's face. The white fox finding an outline of his perfect image pressed against the cloth was he was held down to it. Usually most cloth was porous and allowed for breathing so not to overheat the wearer, but with the oil closing up those threads, swelling them, there was no breath escaping, no air coming in, and his body starting to struggle to relieve the feeling of his lungs already starting to burn with need.

Hands gripped at Citrus's but the dark fox had leverage. They gripped at the cloth with any luck they might be able to tear it. Unfortunately there was no such luck, not with the cloth being made more sturdy with it's dampness. Of course the black fox wasn't done yet, he didn't want to kill the white rival, only make sure that he knew not to screw with him again, not to come at him again like he did this time. With Skie struggling against that cloth fighting for air and starting to panic under the weight of the dark vulpine Citrus knew that it was time to finally end this match. His hand coming up from the pin to allow the white fox to start lifting that cloth away only before his hand punched directly into it, pushing the oil covered shit back down into his face with a hard and devastating crash of his knuckles into arctic fox's face. The tensing of Skie's body under the pressure of the blow lifted his arms up before they dropped down at his sides. That shirt snapped off of his face and Citrus lifted himself from this fight to step past the white bitch in order to continue on, leaving him there passed out in the alley. Eventually the white fox would wake up, but it wasn't likely that he'd be forgetting this knock out anytime soon.