FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is the beginning of a story I randomly chose to create. I am unsure at this time how many installations this story will feature, but I do have a general idea of how the story will progress. There is no sex in this chapter, nor will there be any for a while, but I do plan to have some...After all, this is such a site, no? But it is not a disreputable site, no indeed, it is a a place for the coming-together of like minded individuals, such as you and I, dear reader, and so I put this work out that you might determine for yourself if it is worthy of your time, and if you would suggest anything to me in the way of corrections or intelligent, constructive criticism. My thanks to you.

Ah, and before I begin, I should perhaps give you, my dear reader, some description of our female protagonist, Aria, and of the world in which she lives.

Aria is a young female fox of the formative age of sixteen years. She is a white furred young woman, with bright blue eyes and a fantastic smile. She is cheerful, but she is by no means timid or meek. She is brave and spirited, traits that come perhaps from her mother, who, regrettably, is not with Aria during the telling of this story.

The world in which Aria lives is close to the 16th century of our world, but it is the world of the furred. This is not our world, but it is very similar. I will not give a much of a description at that moment, but is suffice to say that this is a world of royalty, castles, warfare, betrayal, but there is no magic, no, not this time...Perhaps later, if my readers would like to see that someday...

Now, enough of my lengthy introduction. The story awaits!

-The Undecided Letter

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Aria knelt down in the church pew, silently praying with her hands clasped before her. To her left was her brother, and praying beside her was her father. They were a family of foxes, Aria sporting soft white fur, her father auburn and black, and her brother a dusky gray. All around them in the church pew were other furs, wolves, dogs, cats, other foxes... And at the head of the church was a tall eagle wearing the vestments of a priest, reading from a large, black leather bound book.

The church itself was of ornate construction, decorated with beautiful murals, stained glass windows, and beautiful flowers on white stone pedestals. The church had a high arched ceiling, supported by carved marble pillars. A small set of stairs to the front of the church led down to the undercroft. Three large wooden doors were situated at the front of the church, leading outside.

Aria was praying for her mother, who had died years ago from a terrible fever. She could not remember her, for she had died when she was a baby, but her father had told her about her. Her mother had been blessed with radiant, luxurious soft tan fur and brilliant green eyes that seemed to gaze into your very heart.

Aria was now a young woman, and her father constantly told her how proud her mother would have been proud of her, for she was brave, intelligent, and beautiful.

Aria finished her prayer, and as she did so, the doors of the church were opened wide.

She looked back and saw a trio of furs walking into the church, side by side.

In the middle was a young male fennec fox, older than Aria but still very youthful. He wore a charcoal gray greatcoat and black leather boots. Overall, his attire was formal, but also serviceable, made from strong durable material. At his belt was a needle thin rapier, and his muzzle was covered by a dark cloth. He was covered in white fur, and his tall, pointed ears stuck up towards the ceiling like a pair of needle sharp daggers.

To his right was a strong, young wolf, with dark brown fur. He wore dark sage colored clothing, with a cloth hood falling from his back. He wore brown leather boots, and his forearms, shoulders, chest, and legs were covered in studded leather armor. He waled with confidence and the air of an accomplished man, and so Aria assumed at once that he was some type of warrior. This assumption was further reinforced by the pair of swords hanging from his belt.

Something about him was familiar to Aria, but she could remember where she had ever seen him before.

The third newcomer was a jackal, slightly taller than the fox but shorter than the wolf. His fur was the color of a black, starless night, and he had eyes of a vicious, bright sanguine shade. He wore black robes and sashes, which held multiple small weapons and other implements. At his belt was a long curved scimitar that glinted menacingly in the light of the sunlight drifting in through the church windows. This jackal looked about at the church and its occupants warily, as if unsure what he was doing in such a place.

Aria embarrassedly looked away, feeling offensive for staring at these newcomers. She looked back down at her hands and gingerly sat back down on the pew. Her brother had already done so, and he squeezed her arm affectionately.

Aria smiled at him, and then looked up at the priest as he began his sermon. Aria looked over at her father, who was still praying, and then looked to her left and saw the fennec fox walking straight up the aisle towards the priest. He walked swiftly, and soon reached the eagle. He bowed slightly to him, and then quietly spoke with him.

The priest stopped speaking, and after listening to the fox for a moment, nodded to him and then signaled to a young female feline in the front pew. She jumped up and took the book and continued the priest's sermon while he and the newcomer walked behind a pillar to speak.

Aria heard someone speaking to her father and looked over to see the brown wolf. Her father hesitated before getting up and walking to the wall to speak with the wolf and the jackal. Aria strained her ears to hear the conversation, and was rewarded when she heard her name mentioned by the wolf.

Aria immediately became very excited and focused even harder on the conversation. She heard her father asking what they wanted with her, to which the jackal replied that "Such things are best discussed in private."

Her father looked imploringly at the wolf, who nodded, and then looked over towards the fennec fox who had finished his conversation with the priest. He walked over to the group and spoke quietly to the wolf and jackal before walking out of the church.

"Sir, if you would?" put in the wolf, gesturing for Aria's father to follow.

Her father looked between the wolf and the jackal, and then tapped Aria's brother on the shoulder. He had been listening as well, and my father rapidly whispered into his ears. Aria's brother's ears twitched, and he slowly nodded.

The jackal walked away, followed by Aria's father and finally the wolf, leaving Aria confused and worried.