Bad Moon Rising
''Chase,'' a low and rather familiar voice barked sharply. Chase slowly turned his head to look behind him to find himself staring at Milton, the champion racer who had sent most of his own team into nervous tremors. Chase was harder to break than that though, and he turned himself around to catch a better glimpse at the larger dog. Milton had looked quite younger the last time he'd seen him. His fur was shinier, his eyes brighter and his stride longer. Milton took a stride towards him then paused.
''Where are your manners, Chase? That's no way to address anyone. You look someone in the eye and say hello, you don't just stand there gawking like a pup.'' He asked, his hoarse voice scathing. Looking into the dog's amber eyes he could see the menace he'd seen before. Flicking an ear and feeling a deep frown set in his face.
''Oh, please do excuse me, I didn't realize that you needed such special treatment, Milton.'' Chase retorted crossly, forbidding himself from narrowing his eyes. Milton froze in his tracks, a frown setting on his face.
''I hope you know that you'll not be receiving any special treatment either. I'll be as hard as I can on you, as always, and I'll definitely keep your previous comment in mind.'' Milton growled, turning around shortly after. Chase straightened his posture as he arched to follow the larger husky's path.
''Well, then you should know by now that I won't need any special treatment, father.'' Chase called after the champion racer. Milton turned around and paused slightly, the frown on his face fading slightly as he widened his eyes and furrowed his brow instead. ''Now where have your manners gone, Milton? You can't just stand there gawking like a pup.'' Chase lamented as Milton cast a withering glare in his direction. Inside the pale eyes, Chase found a tinge of fear as unease crept across the champion's face. Chase himself waited with baited breath for a response, his face harsh as he stared into the bleak eyes of his opponent.
It never came.
.oOo.
So this is Chase and his father, Milton. A brief history on the two isn't great - Milton was a huge racer and put immense pressure on all of his pups. Chase was the only one that didn't crack. To be honest, their relationship makes Chase and Vincent's seem loving, which is all that needs to be said.
In any event, this was one of the first races Chase and his team did and he was determined to stick it to Milton.
Which he did. His team won - the only time it was substantially close was when the teams started.
This cemented Chase's place and ultimately lead to the downfall of Milton's.
Milton will not be getting a page, I just thought it'd be nice to show where Chase started / why he is the way he is.
''Where are your manners, Chase? That's no way to address anyone. You look someone in the eye and say hello, you don't just stand there gawking like a pup.'' He asked, his hoarse voice scathing. Looking into the dog's amber eyes he could see the menace he'd seen before. Flicking an ear and feeling a deep frown set in his face.
''Oh, please do excuse me, I didn't realize that you needed such special treatment, Milton.'' Chase retorted crossly, forbidding himself from narrowing his eyes. Milton froze in his tracks, a frown setting on his face.
''I hope you know that you'll not be receiving any special treatment either. I'll be as hard as I can on you, as always, and I'll definitely keep your previous comment in mind.'' Milton growled, turning around shortly after. Chase straightened his posture as he arched to follow the larger husky's path.
''Well, then you should know by now that I won't need any special treatment, father.'' Chase called after the champion racer. Milton turned around and paused slightly, the frown on his face fading slightly as he widened his eyes and furrowed his brow instead. ''Now where have your manners gone, Milton? You can't just stand there gawking like a pup.'' Chase lamented as Milton cast a withering glare in his direction. Inside the pale eyes, Chase found a tinge of fear as unease crept across the champion's face. Chase himself waited with baited breath for a response, his face harsh as he stared into the bleak eyes of his opponent.
It never came.
.oOo.
So this is Chase and his father, Milton. A brief history on the two isn't great - Milton was a huge racer and put immense pressure on all of his pups. Chase was the only one that didn't crack. To be honest, their relationship makes Chase and Vincent's seem loving, which is all that needs to be said.
In any event, this was one of the first races Chase and his team did and he was determined to stick it to Milton.
Which he did. His team won - the only time it was substantially close was when the teams started.
This cemented Chase's place and ultimately lead to the downfall of Milton's.
Milton will not be getting a page, I just thought it'd be nice to show where Chase started / why he is the way he is.
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So much tension in this image alone, it gives me freezing, chills.
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