A Tale of Two Foxes (Book 1, part 2)
I finished this part early. I kinda Got excited and started writing. there are some very important elements in this part.
I dont need a disclaimer for this part, but, trust me, the yiffing will be coming so Ihope you enjoy Male on Male action!!
Please comment, rate, watch.. thisis onlymy second time writing for you guys and i'm really excited! (If you need to read the first one you can after this one, they are not nessacarily related yet).
A Tale of Two Foxes
Book 1
Part 2: The Sanguine Thread
The road was as dark and muddy as the destination the travelers were in search of. The travelers, numbering fifteen, included seven male wolves with seven wived she-wolves, and one older male raccoon.
"The roads are getting bad now, Robert," said one male.
"Oh, are they?" questioned one of the females, jumping in.
"Quite," responded the one named Robert.
"You can see the water pooling to the median." commented the another male.
"One could drown in that giant pool!" remarked a third male
"I hope we can get to where we are going..." said Robert. "I think we all have business to attend to in Nashville-- isn't that right, Mr. Laury?"
"I've much to look after," responded the quiet raccoon. "Managing Teller's bank is a very complex business, very risky, very mush so."
The bus hit a bump which threw the occupants of the bus into each others' laps, the seven female wives fell into the laps of the seven male wolves with a scream. The quiet raccoon was not effected by the sudden jolt, but by the screams of the ladies, it took the passenger's by surprise.
"Well, that was surprising...." commented Robert, his wife now leaving his lap.
"yes, quite." His wife said as she regained her seat.
The other wolves took their own seats and the males seemingly unjolted by the sudden shock of movement, smile to each other and kept the conversation alive.
"So what have you been up to Robert?" questioned the first male
"Yes, what?" questioned another female, trying to engage herself in the conversation.
"Well, I've had a caller who needs my attention about a personal finance matter. I cannot really expound." answered Robert. "What about you, Mr. Laury?"
"I have a very important client who needs my attention. Dr. Alexander Manet, he is in need of legal, personal, and financial consult." replied the elder raccoon.
"Interesting, is Dr. Manet finished with his sentence?" Questioned Robert.
"Yes, Mr. Jarvais, he did. He is waiting in Nashville's North Tower for me to arrive; however, I need to go to Teller's and obtain some paperwork for him." Replied Mr. Laury.
Teller's bank was as dismal and dreary as the clients who walked in off of the dirty, yet busy, Highland Avenue. The Bank was sunk into the ground and held four stories of banking, loaning, and personal finance geniuses. These geniuses were always old fashioned: old fashioned clothing, old fashioned ideals, old fashioned styles, old fashioned language, old fashioned rituals, traditions, and by God, even habits! If a young fur was to walk into Teller's incommodious establishment, they would hide him away in a dark room until he aged into an old, wise, and old fashioned fur-- not unlike the finest of French cheeses and wines.
It was then that A bright young fox had wandered into the establishment with a scrap piece of paper in his hand with directions to Teller's and a strange address: "1992 North Tower, West Highland Avenue, Nashville, TN." In his left jean pocket, wrinkled, was a letter head that bore the seal of Teller's Bank of Personal Finance (and Horror!) The young fox was wearing a golden sweatshirt with a red V-neck undershirt, he wore deep blue jeans and black sandals. But his face wore a different expression all of it's own, it was one of concern-- not carefree as his clothing portrayed.
"Has Mr. Laury Arrived?" question the young fox to the old fashioned head clerk. The clerk, an old rabbit, smiled he flashed his name-card at the young fox: MR. REGINALD STRYPER.
"Well, in fact, Mr. Laury has just returned. How fortunate." Replied Mr. Stryper.
"Would you be so kind as to inform him that I, Levi Manet, have arrived?" asked the young fox.
"Why, yes, of course." smiled the elder rabbit.
The Elder Rabbit had been gone for nearly one nanosecond before the door bust open and banged loud enough to frighten Levi and he jumped into a chair on the far end of Mr. Stryper's desk. Entering was one of the financial lawyers Teller's employed. His eyes and hair dark, being a darker red than usual, Levi watched as he crossed the room, slammed a parcel on the desk of Mr. Stryper, and precede to follow the hallway that lead to stairs and eventually his own office. He smelled of liquor and tobacco as the room (which has it's own distinct smell of dung) filled with the odor of peppermint schnapps and heavy smoke.
Mr. Stryper returned with Mr. Laury, and (both by noticing the parcel and by the strange odor of blatant alcoholism,) looked to eachother: "Silas must have returned..." they both stated at the same time.
"Excuse me, Mr. Laury?" questioned Levi, " I'm here as you have requested of me."
"Oh, you must be Levi, how pleasant to make your aquaintance." remarked Mr. Laury.
"I hate to be so concerned, but you have told me that I will get to meet my father?" questioned Levi.
"Oh yes, all in good time but first we must talk..." Mr laury guided Levi into the back room and shut a door. The room was bright unlike the rest of Teller's, there was a deep wood table, and four chairs. "Let's take a seat."
"I hate to be so nerving, but, could I ask you why I have always been told my father perished years ago, that is if he is alive?" the confused fox questioned.
"Levi, first let me tell you, your father wanted me to give you this before you ask questions concerning him." stated Mr. Laury. Mr. Laury passed a small envelope with beautiful trimming to Levi, who then looked at it and tore it open with his nail.
Recalled To Life.
"Mr. Laury, I'm not 100% sure im following what this is supposed to mean."
"Well, Levi, it is very simple: your father has been recalled to life!"
"Like I said, I'm not sure I follow." replied Levi. "He he now alive?"
"Eighteen years ago, Levi, your father was one of the richest men in all of Nashville. His family left him with a fund of over 900 million dollars. After building an empire and building a giant music factory in the center of Nashville, He found a mate, and she gave birth to you. As you well know - " said Mr. Laury.
"She died in childbirth...." a frown fell over Levi's handsome face.
"Exactly, but your father, being one who requested she have you, the child, at home, where he could see your face for the first time with her, was arrested under the lies of manslaughter."
A face of shock went over Levi's face as a tear fell fro his eye...
"You see, Levi, your father, Dr. Alexander Manet, was imprisoned these eighteen years of your life, under a falsehood, and now he has been recalled to life. Set free from prison seeing his term is over." Mr. Laury finished.
The young fox sat in awe at the truth that was given to him from his consult.
1992 North Tower was 15 stories tall, which is tall in the scale of buildings, but in the terms of the skyscrapers of Nashville it wasn't nearly as tall as some of the others. It was an apartment complex, dingy, dank, and with the apparent odor of fungus growing through the walls. The complex was operated by three middle aged otters all named Jack. The three Jacks were known well from their days in the old days of hippie protests, sit ins, and walk-outs. Now the three jacks were calmed down, taking what seemed to be at least some care of the large apartment building they now operated.
"Is Alexander Manet in?" questioned Mr. Laury.
"He is, fifteenth floor." replied on of the Jacks.
Levi followed Mr. Laury up the fifteen flights of stairs until they were looking upon the door of the mysterious man who was Levi's father. Mr. Laury knocked five times and then a large gray fox came to the door. He was middle aged and wore rectangle glasses, he had deep gray eyes and looked down on the young red fox.
"Please, come in." he asked of Mr. Laury and Levi.
They entered and noticed that his apartment was quite messy already. He had a small workbench and hundreds of shoes, socks and mismatched haberdashers.
"I think we will, won't we, Levi?" said Mr. Laury.
"Yes, pleased..." responded Levi.
Alexander hurried the two inside the small apartment. After a minute of two of awkward silence he yanked a hair of Levi's neck.
"Hey, OUCH!?" yelped Levi. "What is the big idea?"
"Now calm down, Levi!" responded Mr. Laury.
Alexander walked into another room and removed a dusty red box out from a large chest that was surrounded by shoes. He walked back out to the living room where he left the two.
"Inside this box is what I've been recalled to life for." Alexander said. Levi looked puzzled at the box. Alexander opened it just to see a small red hair. "Levi, I plucked this offof you when you were born." He put the hairs together in the sunlight and they both glowed with a bright sanguine red. Alexander's eyes grew brighter and he grew a smile - one the world had not seen in eighteen years. Levi was his redemption to life. Levi, was his sanguine thread.