Untill The End: The beginning [chapter 1]
This is a brand new, story I came up with recently, and its still very freshin my mind. This be my second story series I plan on posting here on sofurry...well...second story series being posted up on the internet, at all. I both welcome and ask for criticism and comments, as it will help immensely. Dont forget to click on the 'watch' button at the top of the page, if you liked it and would like to see more. Please, dont just give it a vote, leave a comment and tell me how much you liked or disliked it. Im open to suggestions, so if you've got any, message me. So, read on and enjoy the story. I promise it to be packed full of action...among other things. And another thing, yes indeed all of my main character's in any story, all have the same first name as I do in real life: Roxas. if you dont like that, then too bad.
The author, Roxas_sempai
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Chapter 1: The Beginning
Atop one of the various, guard towers of the ever so ancient, great wall of china there stood a lone, furred figure. In the darkness of night its features were shrouded in mystery. But the moon provided an excellent skylight upon tonights spectacle, so one whome stood along the wall, near this figure could easily tell that it was: a fox. As the night went on and the wind howled agianst it's clothes, and fur, it let its arms drop down from where it had previously crossed them against its chest. Now it tilted its head back, opened it mouth and let out a loud, howl that was so blood churdling, and ear piercing that it could have been mistaken for a furs, warcry. And so now, the fox turned around and jumped no...stepped down, off of the tower and down to the walkways of the massive and ancient wall, that once stood as a massive beacon of defence and later on, exclusion.
The foxes bright and light, almost greyish, silver fur, was blown ever so gently in the fierce, and chill winds. Now it's eyes flashed open, to reveal their bearer's emotionless thoughts of the night. It's bright shaphire blue eyes, stared daggers out along the wall, and into this, hellish night. One could tell by now, that the fox was clearly not a female. So one would inevitably, take it for a male. The fox stood tall and strong at a full height of six feet and three inches. The fox ears that lay atop its head might have added to that, but in general, that was its height.
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"Roxas Takashi Fenirr's my name. And I fight to save...aw, what the hell am I Sayin?" The fox spoke solemly, to himself before beginning to walk back, along the great wall, to slowly make his way back home. He walked like this for hours, silently, untill at last he stopped turned to the left and jumped over the edge of the wall, only to land on the cold cement below with a loud, THUD. He wore a thick, 'made for winter' jet-black leather jacket, over a silvery, white muscle shirt, which hugged his toned and muscular torso tightly. This accentuated his athelticness greatly. He also wore a pair of black, jeans, with the hems of such, blood red. As well as a pair of black steel toed combat boots, and surprisingly enough, purely, silver colored, gloves over his paws. Atop his head lay not only a pair of fox ears, but his hair. His magnificient, long, silverly white hair. His hair draped down, across his back and stopped, just four inches short of his lovely, superb and curved, arse.
At the abrupt sounds of rushed movement, coming from behind him, the fox's ear's twitched and he turned around almost instantanously at the sound, and stared angrily down a narrow alleyway where he thought he saw someone, or something, standing there and continuing to breath. But what had just been there, seconds earlier was no longer. For it had no appeared, behind roxas, the fox. Now he turned around again, to face his oppressor and peer into their face to see just whom he would be killing. All he could see was a pair of defiant, slit-pupiled, yellow eyes staring right back at him, for the rest their owners face was shrouded in darkness, and cloth. So he pointed an index finger at the person and asked,"Who are you, and what do you want with me?"
The person stood at a full height of exactly, six feet tall. It wore nothing but black, as the darkness of the night, clothing. One could idnetify this person, as a ninja, because of the way they were dressed. In There were even a few weapons tied, and strapped to their clothing and person. A few of which, were a katana strapped to their back, a short sword, sheathed and attached to a spot, right above their arse, and daggers and kunai knives attached to a belt, around their waist. Finally the person spoke, and the voice was deep, and indefinatly male,"My identity is none of your buisness. You've no need to know the name of your killer." And then just like, that he removed one of the knives from his belt, rushed forward and went for the fox's throat with the razor sharp, steel kunai knife.
Roxas saw the attack coming, before the man had moved a single muscle, other than those in his mouth, face, and jaw. He ducked low and easily grabbed the other man by the wrist, before pulling...no more of, shoving, him into a wall nearby. Now roxas was up against the wall, holding the man's hand, by the wrist, behind and against his back. He'd sprained the man's wrist to the point that he would not be able to use his hand or wrist, without snapping the tendon's or muscle's. She now, he thrust his left elbow up into his back before pulling back the fingers of each paw, so he was ready to palm his foe. He'd released his grip on the man, and let him back away quickly, before pushing himself off the wall and dashing forth straight for him,"The only being, who's life is going to be lost tonight, is you!" He screamed as he ran at him.
The man unsheathed his katana and gripped the hilt firmly, before swiftly, swinging it downwards at his target. He had no choice but to kill this man, or kill himself. He was to return with the target's dead, and lifeless corpse in tow, or not return at all. So when he saw the fox, perform a quick, backwards handspring he rushed forward and began to swing and slice, his sword down upon his target.
Roxas, pushed himself back up off the ground, from his handspring, and leapt high into the air and soared down and forward, where he delivered a powerful, flying spin kick the assassilant's neck. This knocked him off his feet, and into the air for a breif enough time that roxas dealt him two additional, kicks; one to his right ribs, and the other to his throat. Both landed on the ground at the same time, the fox standing up, on his feet and the assassin, on the ground, gasping for air. His katana was in the air still, so the fox reached out and grabbed it by the pommel, before gripping the hilt with his strong and firm, paws. Now he stepped forward and pointed it down at his enemy's throat and said,"Tell me your name. So that I may know just how dispicable the one whom tried to kill me, tonight was."
"Gen." Was all the assassin said. It was his first name, which would do fine as the name his target was looking for.
"May the evil and wicked, of hell welcome you with fierce blows, as you lay ON YOUR DEATHBED!!!" he screamed, as he brought the sword down upon him three times. Twice across his chest in an 'X' pattern, and once across his throat, slicing his head off in one clean blow. Now with his foe dead, he slammed sword into the chest of his corpse and impaled it through, to the ground as a pool of sticky red liquid began to pool around the body. He made a quick,"Hmph." before, dashing away from the scene and off to the train station. Once there, he boarded his train and took a seat, towards the middle of the train car, and both seats on either side of him were empty so, he relaxed, leaned back, and rested his eyes for awhile. He had a long, ride ahead of him. But just as he was about to drift off into unconciousness, and rest, the strong scent of musk wafted up into his nose, as well as that of a feline. Someone or something, nudged his side. He heard the strong, yet kind voice of the one whom had awoken him say, ever so gently,"Hey. Kid. You okay? You dont look too good."
To Be Continued...