I ran, faster and faster, twigs scratching my skin as the trees flew past me. I looked over my shoulder and I could see them coming closer. I could easily out run them, but they had dogs chasing me as well. I could take the dogs in a one on one, even two or three on one combat, but they had a whole pack. At least twelve, two per person. Each dog barking and whining, desperate to get at me, their mouths dripping with saliva. The only one without a dog was the Captain of the Guard. He was a big man with bright red hair and a beer gut. The sound of his wheezing breath hurt my sensitive ears. I ground my teeth to try and drown out the noise.
I ran, not really paying attention to where I was going. As I ran, my foot got caught under a root. I heard a loud snap and pain shot through my foot and up my leg. I fell and hit the ground hard. Tears pooled in my eyes as my broken foot throbbed with pain. A large shadow blocked out the dying sun. I looked up at the fat, sweaty man. He glared down at me, with an evil, satisfied smile on his pudgy face. He spat on the ground next to my head, some of it getting caught in his beard. It was disgusting, even to me. I glared at him and bared my teeth. He laughed, the sound rumbling up in his throat and coming out like a watery gurgle. He reached up a pudgy finger and stroked the soft raven fur on my wolf-like ears. The growl that escaped from between my clenched teeth earned me a rather hard punch to the side of my head.
Black and red dots popped in front of my eyes and I shook my head to clear my vision. I tried to stand, but the fat lump of Homo sapien drove the heal of his boot into my chest, causing the last bit of air left in my lungs to whoosh out between my teeth. I coughed and gasped, trying to catch my breath. The other men around us laughed and pointed at me. The dogs whined and growled, scratching the ground, begging to rip the flesh from my bones. Once he was convinced that I could not get up, the man walked away to discuss something with the rest of the men. Probably how to safely transport me back to the Guard post. Safe for them, not me. I could easily tear their heads off, with very little effort on my part. But there were too many, and they had weapons.
After a few more minutes of chatting, one of the more muscled men came towards me with a club. Before I could get out so much as a growl, he swung the club at my head, hard. I heard it snap just before my vision turned black and I drifted into a not so peaceful sleep.