Post by The Stray on Sept 14, 2015 19:23:31 GMT -5
Cael skidded around a corner, cursing under his breath as he lost a bit of speed. His feet pumped on the ground as he ran full speed, no even daring to look back at his pursuers. He could hear the scrape of claws on pavement, practically feel the heavy panting on the back of his neck and the growling in his ear.
'Of course today would be a bad day. Every day is a bad day. Nothing can eeeever go right for Cael!! Nope!'
Whoever said dogs were angels had obviously never been chased by a Hell Hounds.
Finally he leapt a short fence and was on open ground, his salvation in the distance. Trees! Very big trees that he could climb and then escape through. He heard a loud offended series of barks from behind him as the hounds no doubt ran into the fence he'd just jumped over.
"Go hIfreann leat!" He cursed at them. What right did they have to be offended when he was running for his life? Normal dogs already hated him, just leave it to his shit luck to run into the biggest baddest ones in town. Plus that fence wouldn't stop them in the slightest. They either barreled straight through it, or scaled it and would be right on him again in seconds. He just needed to reach the treeline.
"Yes!" He cried out as he leapt for the nearest tree's lowest limb, scaling several yards up in a heartbeat. "Ha! Póg mo thóin, ya sorry basta-"
Suddenly, he noticed why the hell hounds were merely circling around him, looking smug. Yes, he'd leapt to the closes tree, but it was isolated. The real start of the treeline was just out of his maximum jumping distance.
"...Fuck."
'Of course today would be a bad day. Every day is a bad day. Nothing can eeeever go right for Cael!! Nope!'
Whoever said dogs were angels had obviously never been chased by a Hell Hounds.
Finally he leapt a short fence and was on open ground, his salvation in the distance. Trees! Very big trees that he could climb and then escape through. He heard a loud offended series of barks from behind him as the hounds no doubt ran into the fence he'd just jumped over.
"Go hIfreann leat!" He cursed at them. What right did they have to be offended when he was running for his life? Normal dogs already hated him, just leave it to his shit luck to run into the biggest baddest ones in town. Plus that fence wouldn't stop them in the slightest. They either barreled straight through it, or scaled it and would be right on him again in seconds. He just needed to reach the treeline.
"Yes!" He cried out as he leapt for the nearest tree's lowest limb, scaling several yards up in a heartbeat. "Ha! Póg mo thóin, ya sorry basta-"
Suddenly, he noticed why the hell hounds were merely circling around him, looking smug. Yes, he'd leapt to the closes tree, but it was isolated. The real start of the treeline was just out of his maximum jumping distance.
"...Fuck."