The Trial of Rage: Roar's Story

A low howl echoed out from the darkness. Low, strong shouldered shapes loomed from the shadows, baring their teeth. The howl had come from a Large dog, with powerful shoulders, lean muscles, and sharply pointed ears. Her rust colored pelt like burnt grass. She pointed her angled face straight at another dog. He was half her size, brown and black, and with the same pointed ears and muzzle. He raised his head proudly and leaped onto the podium. Bark, sat a short distance away. His mother Lichen, licked him roughly behind the ears before leaving him alone. His father, Al, was nowhere in sight. The Alpha looked at him, and with a gulp, he jumped up next to the other dog. Smart, the other doberman, bared his teeth at Bark. "Scared?" he teased. Bark narrowed his eyes, and stanced himself. "Attention, pack!" Alpha jumped between them, facing the rest of the dogs, who had gathered to sit around the podium. "Bark is entering the trial of rage. He must give in to his inner rage. The last dog standing wins." Alpha leaped down again, signaling to start the fight. He hurled himself at Smart, no, his enemy. This dog had no name now. With slavering jaws, he bit hard into the dogs leg, yanking him to the ground. His opponent swirled under him, flashing paws in an attempt to free himself. Bark lunged down, seeing only red. His teeth made contact with Smart's neck, and a spray of blood made him rear his head back. A gushing stream of blood poured out of Smart's neck, and formed a viscous pool of red at his paws. Bark glared down at him, feeling cold contempt. "weak" he snorted. He turned to face the pack, head high and ears swiveled forward. "Roar." he rumbled. "I am Roar."