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#1 of Forgotten
Sweat was dripping down his face. He was nervous as hell. Losing this duel would cost him everything, his honor, his emblems, everything. He looked across the arena. Only structures there were two moderately sized pillars equidistant from the center. No one in the stands. It didn't matter, this was between him and the hunter across the circular room. He put on his specialized gauntlets. Zura could feel the magical energies flowing down from his chest to his hands. The tip of his fingers started to glow slightly. Zura pulled his hands into a fist, building up the energy in his hands, then pulled them to his chest. He looked out upon the arena and saw the hunter feeding his pet. He laughed, for it was just a small turtle. He laid down a quick trap.
"Shit," he said aloud, "Survivalist." He began pacing back and forth, trying to develop a battle plan in his head. Odd's are he'll throw down a trap, immolation he guessed. A call went off. One minute until the duel began. Time was running short. He put his right hand up, and spread his fingers. The muscles in his hand were beginning to flex, forcing the magical essence to flow to the tips of his fingers. The transfer, as he called it, was where the energy could be released. It would reach the tips, then separate from his fingers. The specialized gauntlets assisted in controlling the energy, keeping it from escaping his grasp. A small ball of fire began to burn in the palm of his hand. Zura pulled his fingers further apart, tensing his muscles further, causing the flow of energy to speed up. The ball grew bigger, until with a quick flip of his hand, it flew out, and he grabbed it with his other hand. Zura brought both his hands together around the burning ball of fire.
There was a gun shot, and the gates flew open. Zura laughed as he pushed his
hands towards the opening gate, and the burning ball of flame was forced out. He clapped his
hands together, and in a flash he was gone. Zura appeared about 30 yards forward. He
looked at the hunter, who sent his pet towards Zura, and followed his eyes. The hunter's sights were aiming towards Zura's left hand side. Meantime, the ball of fire was coming towards Zura, straight at his back. The ball looked like it hit him, and the hunter thought it did too. It hit something and smashed into a resistance, and spread forth throughout his back. The power was obsorbed in his robe, and he now seemed to glow with power.
Zura now laughed with the increased power. He brought his arms out from
his body, and fire formed at the ground in a circle around where he stood. The ground quickly
burned black as the fire slowly expanded. Zura felt his body rise of the ground, when suddenly, a shot was made, and an explosion was felt upon his left arm. It was nothing, and the power was absorbed inside his robe.
"You can't beat me! I've never lost a match, and I've faced all the greatest hunters in the World!" Zura made another fire ball in his right hand, brought it back, and threw it side-arm at the hunter. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It hit him square in the face, burned the whiskers off his chin, and looked a little scarred the around his cheeks. Now he was blinded, it happened so fast. Zura knew this match was almost over, but he wanted it to end with a bang.
He's been working on a new spell he made up. It involved lightning, pure lightning, except it's energy comes from arcane. His right hand rose towards the sky. Small crackles of lightning began to ripple across the darkening sky above him. The energy was rising, growing stronger and broader across the arena. His hair began to stand out as the electricity flowed throughout the arena. Zura spread his fingers and the lightning followed them. Five points, about 3 inches above his fingers, formed across the air. Each point corresponding to a finger tip. Finally, it began, the lightning shot from the five points, in unlinear paths, and struck the gems in his guantlet.
It hit the gem. Zura was gone. Nothing left but a wisp of cool air. The entire arena
was covered in ice. It wasn't flat, just jagged blocks of ice spourting up out of the ice. The hunter
and his pet were frozen solid.
Faeir finally turned 13. He was so happy! The fox has officially an adult and could do pretty much what ever he wanted. Faeir said good bye to his parents, left his home, and entered a new world. The frontier was completely open to him and he set off to find his place in that world. He walked for some time, looking for a good place to set up his new home. Faeir stumbled across a fallen tree, which landed onto of a large rock, uprooting at least seven feet out of the ground. Looks good, he thought to himself. Now just to find some large branches.
"Ahh, here are some pieces!" He spotted a large oak branch fallen from the recent storm.
Faeir looked over the branch, examining it for any real defects. After concluding it was in good condition, he dragged it over the large Wershire tree, (the name he decided to give it) and began the construction of his shelter. All day he gathered wood. Pieces ranging from small twigs, to large chucks of the trees. Branch marks lined the ground as wood was dragged to his home.
Faeir kept walking further and further into the secluded forest, gathering up timber, and bringing it back to base. He stumbled upon the jackpot. Just a mere 200 meters away, in a sheltered meadow, a fallen Fur Wood tree had just fallen. Over hundreds of large branches planted themselves around the tree. He was ready to get to some serious work.
As Faeir was walking towards one of the branches, the small, open meadow of grass
seemed to drop several points in temperature. He backed awa a few steps when the light seemed to
get dimmer. Static jumped from hair to hair all along his body. Faeir looked around the
meadow.
Faeir found himself gasping for air. His body being charged with energy. He felt a shock near his sheath, a sudden pain appeared, but seemed to vanish as he watched. The energy flowed towards the very center, pulling leaves, twigs, and any small objects towards it, until finally a ball of lightning formed. With a loud crack and a blast, it all ended. The ball was gone, but in it's place, it seemed to be a creature on it's knees. The creature leaned over it's knees, completely unclothed, the energy destroyed all articles he had worn. It was covered in fur, like every other beast in the forest. Faeir couldn't see his face, for it was bent down towards the ground. The creature seemed to be crying.
Faeir was scared. He was shaking with fear. If slowly faded until his curiosity grew greater than his fear. "Hello?" he said, his voice cracking, betraying his fear. No response, but it seemed that the creature stopped his crying. He turned and looked at Faeir. His nose was black, but the fur from it was white before it turned into a light orange. He kept staring at him, those yellow eyes digging deep inside his soul. It was like he was reading Faeir. Faeir was actually about to leave, he was turning, when a voice finally came from the creature.
"Who...Who are you? Where.... Where am.... I?" His voice was rasp and direct, but there was something commanding about it. Faeir answered firmly. "I am Faeir of the Redsfurth clan. You are in the Wershire forest. May I ask who you be?" He walked up to the creature, finally noticing his bare figure, only covered by his unkept fur. With the dirty fur, he actually did look quite attractive Faeir thought to himself. "I... I am Zura... I don't know how I got here, or what I have become!" He looked around the forest, trying to find any renements of the arena. "Could you help me? Please, I need clothes and something to eat. I am now completely lost, and I don't know anything." He broke down in tears once again. His hands covered his eyes now.
Faeir didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure whether or not to believe this guy. But he did just appear out of thin air, and he could make a beneficial addition to his party of one. "Stand up," Faeir said. He watched the fox stand up. Zura was strong, but thin. His back was muscular and it seemed strained just to stand up. He was standing straight up, and his tail hung low, nearly touching the earth below. His ass was round, but firm, Faeir noted to himself. Zura turned and started to walk towards Faeir. He didn't really care he was naked, he was just glad he was getting help. His balls seemed to swing side to side every step he took, and Faeir couldn't seem to detach his eyes from them. He'd never seen another guy naked. This was a show for him. When Zura reached him, Faeir walked with him towards the partly done home.
"I've got extra clothes you can wear. Until you find out what you need, I will let you stay with me. But you have to assist where needed. No questions right now. Go inside, find a small brown bag, the clothes should be in there. I'm going to get something ready for you to eat." Faeir didn't want to talk, he wanted to think, so he set of towards his fire he set up a little ways out.
Zura in the meantime couldn't believe what was going on. He has been stripped of
everything. Now he was being taken care of by a kid, and he was an animal. A fox! How? He found the bag, reached for it, stopped, and finally saw it. "Ahhhh!!!" he yelled loudly. "What the....? How....?" He couldn't believe his eyes. He was a fox.
--Alright, third story I've created. Just something I put together. If you like it, good, if not, oh well. I'm going to try and create another part for this, if I have the time, and the attention span. If you see any errors, spelling and such, please let me know!