The Life The Went To Hell Part 1.
Alright, so um this my first furry story after no writing for a long time so sorry if its not that good I'm getting back into writing so erm heh hope ya enjoy ^^ Sorry about it being kinda short ._. might make a longer version
Foyote- me
The Life That Went To hell
"Damn I shall not be late" Foyote thought to himself as we was getting ready for a party he was invited to by his friends. Foyote looked at himself in the mirror while he but his blue and black shirt on and tied his long wavy blue and red hair back into a pony tail. "I have to look good for tonight" he thought to himself buttoning his shirt.
Foyote walked out of his room and into the other room looking out the window "Fuck I hope I get there before the big snow storm hits" he said looking out the window seeing the snow beginning to build up on the ground. Foyote was a slime/skinny fur, he stood 6'2'' with long wavy hair when he didn't have it up in a pony tail, he was a dark blue color with white fur on his chest going down to his crotch.
As the clock hit 10:00pm Foyote walk back into his room to grab his wallet from his nightstand putting it in his back pock then grabbed the keys to his truck for its too snowy to take his 1978 chevelle. Foyote walked out of his house locking the door then walked through the built up snow unlocking the door to his black 1983 Ford Bronco getting in. "Ugh this thing better start or I'm screwed..."He said putting the key in the egnition and pushing the clutch. He turned the key only getting cranks as the engine struggled trying to start.
"Aw come on, please start you piece of fucking shit" he yelled pushing down on the gas and slamming his paw on the dash as the bronco turned over roaring to life. "Ah yay now then time to get to the party and meet up with my friends" Foyote said to himself putting the truck in reverse and backing out of the driveway putting a Techno CD into the CD player as he started to drive off heading to the party. He was excited to get to see his close friends, a husky, and wolfki, and a wolf. "Fuck, I have to get to that party before the storm hits, the road is hard to enough to see as it is now" he worried shifting into 4th gear not realizing he was starting to speed. Shifting into 5th gear reaching 60 on the snowy ice road Foyote was thinking of how fun the party would be seeing his friends, hanging out and chatting with them when suddenly he hit's a snow pocket in the road losing on control.
Knowing not to hit the brakes foyote tried getting control of the truck tires sliding on the ice on the road when the truck went sliding sideways sliding into a guard rail. The truck went over rolling down a hill hitting and crashing into rocks hitting the bottom of the hill the truck landing on its rooftop. The snow starts to fall harder, the storm begins.
-F