User blog:Perrington/MISSING: Chester - Part I

(This story is a continuation of ongoing roleplay within The Citrine Eagle, tune in for more!) Loud, resounding stamping of feet, that was all that was heard. The desperate and fleeting pants of the hound muffled by the hungered pursuit of the core hound assailant tramping close behind as the pup fled. In the distance, a tired and beleaguered pair licked their wounds, not chasing after the pup they once considered family, and now, they considered gone to eternity. All the way into the once lush marshlands now turned into a pile of flaming ash by the concise and brutal tact of the High Elves in their minor bombing campaign. Large paws tromped away as he struggled to run away. The much larger, much more resilient core hound keeping up well, gaining, slowly inching closer to Chester as the pup, may have very well accepted his fate.

Chesters feverish running brought him to the one remaining bit of life that stood tall among the ashes, a gnarled tree with a large enough entrance to slip inside. The last bastion of the pup once proclaimed his Highness, nothing more than a pup running away with a tail between his legs. The large, fel green, dual headed hound that pursued him slammed violently into the entrance, almost too big to get in as he repeatedly rammed his hulking body against the tree, in search for a way to crash in and finish his prey. There was no way out now. All he could do is watch, and wait.

The tree rocked violently, almost to the point of tipping over, but the gnarled and aged construct of nature would prove strong. Could dogs pray? For this pup was at the back wall of the inside, simply watching, holding hope he could maintain himself in one last glorious bout with an opponent near ten times his size. A true David and Goliath moment, and Chester, for once in his short lived life, was truly an underdog. But this was not a dog who would weigh the odds, taking on a stance, a proud one, accepting his fate, he would choose to die with the dignity he was denied with his birth, taken away to be mollycoddled by a would-be Highlord to some unearned ascension into the ranks of the Peerage of Alterac. Tonight was a night for glory he would NOT be denied. And with his acceptance, the core hound crashed inside...