Sunday, December 26, 2004

Story, Chapter 1
Ok, I have decided I will post my story, it is Furry related and the working title is 'A Furry Tail', but like I say it is working.

I hope you enjoy it, I am currecently on Chapter 9, and so, I will post them every so often, it is a short story, and I don't plan for it to go on for a long time

Well here you go, enjoy ^^

Chapter 1 – A Fated Encounter

The moon shone down on the canopies of the forest below, random beams of light could be seen peaking through the tops and creating pockets of light on the floor, showing the floor for its true substance, flora from the undergrowth, and moss growing from the remains of trees long since fallen. Through the trees, a shadow could be seen moving, it had no shape, it moved instantly and recognition was not to be known, it barely touched the ground, and it sneaked in the forest, lurking, looking and spying on the life which grew in it, suddenly it was startled though, by the sound of something it had learned long ago not to trust, A human.

The human walked through the path that had been made by various other travelers before him, the dusty track with roots of trees covering and outcropping, creating precious areas of flat land of which to find a footing, his shoes found there way through these soon, he looked above him, to the light shining through the roof of the forest, he looked to the sky, and could be heard then saying “Such serenity” he looked forward again, and then around, he stood silent for a moment, taking in the scenery all around him, he had known this forest for only a few days, but already, he found it was one of the most calm and beautiful places he could ever find, it had a feeling, an aura of something he could not tell. His name was Richard Rover, he had only recently come here, a student from another country still unaware of a lot of the United States, and learning what this place was about, he wanted to learn about it, but found getting back to nature like this was more to him than anything.

Richard looked towards the path ahead of him, and then sighed; walking forward yet again, deeper into the forest of what he had called ‘The Forest of Drake”, he continued forwards, breaches snapping underfoot until suddenly he heard, in the near distance a loud roar, his first reaction to this was to run and turn away, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he had his way towards where he heard the roar, his ears been his eyes. As he got closer the grunting got louder, and he could hear, whatever it was moving, and it seemed to be moving in the same area. He approached the area, and looked, it was in a clearing, and light was pouring into it, he saw a bear, large and brown, it seemed to be circling a young girl, she appeared to be young, around the same age as Richard, short, brown hair. Richard looked to her, even though he well knew the danger of a bear he could not stand by and watch as it tear her apart. Without even thinking on what to do, he picked up the nearest heavy object, which happened to be right next to an old, mossy tree stump, a large rock, which appeared to be just as old as the stump of which it rested. He quickly then looked towards the bear, and shouted out to the girl, “DUCK!”, to this he then threw the rock, it hitting on target to the bears lower leg, it looked towards him, and let out a loud roar. Richard then looked towards the girl again as the bar turned it’s attention to him “Get out of here, I will take care of the bear” he smiled and then turned tail, and looked around, he decided it would be best to try and outrun the bear in the undergrowth of the forest, and made his way through the forest.

Richard continued to run through the various vines that hung down from the trees, and past the broken stumps, rocks, outcroppings, and various other dangers which this uncharted. As he ran through all this foliage he though to himself ‘Why did I do this?’ and ‘Am I mad?’, but as he did this, he occasionally looked back to see the bear still catching up with him, no matter how fast he ran, or what ever moldy branch he snapped to hope to try and stop it, the bear continued forward like a towering beast, not relenting for a minute. As he looked back once more to see it approaching upon him, he continued to run, but unknowing to him a surprise lay in await, as he turned back, he ran directly into the outcropping of a higher rock face, banging into it, sending him into a small ravine, but also a dead end, he looked towards the end as it slowly seemed to just turn to a U-end, he ran there, but as he approached the end the bear must have found some kind of shortcut, as it leaped from the trees like a lion pouncing on it’s pray. It landed on him, and took a swipe, hitting his lower torso, creating a gash in his blue shirt, and turning the lower section to a deep crimson red, the wound gashing from the hit, Richard screamed out in agony as he put his right arm over the wound, looking at the redness of his hand, he attempted to hold the wound, so it would not bleed, and crawl away, making his way towards the dead-end.
He struggled to stand up, using the rocks and branches dangling from trees above him to help him stagger to his feet, he contemplated the usage of maybe climbing one of these roots, but knew in his current state that it would only be a futile endeavor, making his suffering even more prolonged and futile. He looked forward, turning slowly to see the bear ahead of him, he decided to just sit on the floor and look the beast in it’s eyes, the fury could be seen burning inside them, it was ready to strike, Richard took a few moments to just think how he got into this predicament, and then shook his head and said to himself, under his breath “It was worth a life” he then sat there, and watched the bear slowly approach, the blood still glistening on it’s claws.

Suddenly from above him, dust fell from above, and then ahead, a large thud could be heard, Richard looked forward to see a large, shaggy object, that looked liked a furry human stood in front of him, in the night he could only make out some features of whatever this ‘Lupine’ type creature was, it was grey fur, looked rather well looked after, and glistened in the moonlight from above, which could be seen through the roofs of the trees. Richard had no idea what to think at this point, he was suddenly overcome with a sense of fear and anxiety, would he be killed by this Lupine as well?, would it team up with the bear?, but also at the same time he sensed some hope, that maybe he may survive it, the vulpine would drive it away and leave him alone, he hoped. The Lupine did not even hesitate, after it had recovered it’s position it sprang forward, and jumped on top of the bear, digging it’s claws into it’s back, the blood spilling and staining the floor, gushing out and making the moon seem like it was turning another shade, a shade of deep crimson, but, the Lupine continued to attack, until, after several hits to the bear, it began to flee, the Vulpine unhooked from the back of the bear as it ran, wounded into the forest, its cries could be heard in the distance as it got further and further away.

Richard had just sat there in amazement as he bear began to retreat, he could not believe it, a warmth filled him, he had been saved by a total unknown creature to him, a large Lupine, he felt a strange happiness, he had done something to save a life, and also had his own saved, this feeling soon dissipated thought as the Lupine, who had been stretching then turned it’s attention to him, this was the first look of it’s face he had seen, it had a large muzzle, and the teeth glistened red, like the claws of the Lupine, it stared straight at him and snarled, Richard suddenly began to feel less hopeful, and began to fear, a coldness swept over him and he began to feel cold, a shiver of fear shocked his body as he sat there, the Lupine slowly moving towards him, its paws making a gentle sound as they walked over the dirt that covered the clearing. It had come as close as to now tower over him, he dared not look up straight at it, but he could hear from where he sat that it was still snarling, and that it was looking straight at him, he clenched his wound in an attempt to try and think this was only a dream, but the pain only made him winch, he began to breath heavily, and saw as he looked slightly upwards the right hand, or paw, or whatever of the Lupine begin to raise, he looked downwards as he closed his eyes shut and thought to himself ‘I am going to die’ and ‘This is it’.

Several seconds passed and then suddenly, nothing, only the wind in the air, Richard paused for a few seconds and then opened his eyes, slowly, after he had done this he allowed a few seconds for his sight to focus, and slowly, looked upwards. At this point as he looked, the Lupine creature was now actually bobbed down, and as Richard looked upwards he came in straight eye-to-eye contact, he saw the deep brown colour of it’s iris, and the large muzzle, he looked back down quickly, he had no wish to aggravate it, at that point however he realized he still had his wound and he could see blood trickling from his fingers, he clenched his wound harder attempting to stop the bleeding. Richard then suddenly felt the paw of the creature touch his hand that was holding the wound, he looked slightly at the Lupine, only looking at it through the corner of his eye, but he saw as it looked at his wound. The Lupine slowly moved his hand and looked at the wound, it seemed to be trying to inspect the wound, and see what had happened. Suddenly it then looked at him, and then it appeared to have a change of expression, it’s teeth were no longer bore and the snarl that it had worn seemed to disappear to a more ‘stoic’ expression, it was at this point Richard felt something, he had no idea what it was, but, he knew whatever was going to happen next, he felt that at least he had built some kind of repour with this creature, and did not fight it as it put its paw on his wound and pressed, he called out in pain but then felt the other paw touch his shoulder, he looked to it and it seemed to be smiling.

Richard suddenly began to feel lightheaded, this had all been too much for him, physically and visually, as it was not everyday you would encounter this kind of creature, in fact it was more like never, but, as he began to lose all vision he felt himself been picked up and then a kind of ‘flying’ sensation as the woods began to blur around him, he felt as if he was been carried, towards where he did not know, but he thought ‘What is going on?’ and then, blacked out

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