User blog:Umrag the Destroyer/Bloodwrath

You have to believe in the old warrior, my boy.

Prologue
"I ran wildly through the twisting tunnels. Behind myself I heard loud barks, but I ran on. Suddenly, I skidded to a stop. It was a dead end. I whirled around, baring my teeth at the numerous dogs approaching me. Then, I fell from a crushing blow. I tried to stand up, but froze as a paw decended on his neck. This was the kind of a paw that would snap your neck, and clearly wanted too, but something held it back. My pursuers backed away in fear, looking at a large golden labardor for guidance. "Wh-who do you think you are, disrupting the hunt?!" A deep grating voice ran out, sending chills down my back. "I am the new hunter for Scrambor, and he is short of slaves. I'm taking this scum." I growled in protest, and tried to rise. "Now wait just a second! I'm not going to work for a thing like-ARGHH!!!" I found myself pinned down by a black paw, pressing on my windpipe. A large black mastiff stared into my eyes with two eyes like red lamps. His face leaned toward me, his eyes seeming to look into my soul. "Do you have any questions, fool?" Circles swam before my eyes, and I felt like I was on fire. "Y-yes." A painful blow smashed into my rib, making blood spurt out. "Yes sir." I cannot explain what happened next. I reared up, snapping his neck and throwing him back. I lept on the cliff wall, and ran out. That is my story." All the Dibbuns crowded around the vole, facinated. "Wow, you must be very stwong!" "Yes, dear, now off to bed you go." said his wife. The Dibbuns ran off to bed, soon followed by his wife. He slipped into a slumber, not noticing the vengeful red eyes on him, burning with a hideous hate that consumed everything in its way.