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This novel, Dracara, MAY CONTAIN furries, anthros, various creatures, magic, little to no yiff in some chapters (some may have an extreme yiff session), young and old characters (Platonic OR sexual regardless of age), gay and straight relationships, slavery, dominant and submissive relationships, bad language, death, violence, and so on. That is to say, this is a fantasy based novel, in a made up world, with it's own time frame. It will not line up with anything in the real world, and any resemblance to real world events is purely coincidental. This novel will be produced chapter by chapter and released to you as it is created. It uses original characters, created by me, as well as characters of others in the sofurry community. Recurring characters will be credited the first time they show up if they belong to someone else, but not each time a chapter is posted with them in it.

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_ Dracara _

Preview The Fall of Farule

Winter fell upon the town of Farule. The snow had come, and blanketed everything under a coat of whiteness that could not be overcome by the daylight of the sun. It was as quiet as this town had seen in quite some time, since the war had passed. The town, much of it in ruin, lay motionless, with the exception of a few people finally returning to their homes after the evacuation. Roofs were opened by fire, while some homes were entirely burnt to the ground. The streets lay covered in snow and ash, and even a few footprints of those who were now attempting to resettle. The snow was still falling, though now it was only flurries and spurts. The weather had finally relented, allowing the settlers to come back, at least long enough to find out if their homes still existed. The minotaurs were a ruthless bunch, determined to destroy all that this settlement held dear. While the area was mostly inhabited by wolves, there were other folks here as well. A panther family had just moved into the last house on the street, and a few homes of lions could be found nearby, but the majority was wolves...and that's why the attack came here. "Damn Taurs..." a voice came from inside one of the obliterated buildings. It's second floor, which was now functionally the roof, continued to smolder as the heat overtook it. "They destroyed this entire town!" "Well, of course they did." A response came from outside. "They had dragons on their side...what were these poor people supposed to do?" It was a pair of wolves, not settling, but overseeing the damage and resettlement project. The one outside, Drake he was called, stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes jutting around to observe the horrific scene before him. He was blue in color, an uncommon color for a wolf in these parts. His eyes were a deep blue, his body athletic in build. A set of black training clothes flowed in the breeze around him, his fur only shuffling a bit with it, causing it to shimmer a bit. He, like most others, stood on two legs, while there were those who found it to be unnatural, even though their legs were shaped perfectly for bipedal movement. "I'm going to go help the folks across the road." Drake said, hollering into the building before him, to which he got a simple, "Alright". Making his way through the few inches of snow, Drake's leather shoes made a crunching sound as he traversed across the dirt road. Two blades hung dangerously from his hips, slapping against his legs every now and then as he walked. Before him, a young couple of wolves were moving things back into their home from a small cart. They had managed to escape. Drake grabbed a bag of things and lifted it, hoisting it over his shoulder, and carried it into the building. He walked in and set it on the floor next to their wooden chair in what was presumedly the livingroom. The building was lit with orbs of light, the most common means of lighting. "Thanks for the help." A man said as he came down the stairs. He was a gray wolf, and his years were showing even through his normal gray coat. "Do you think the Minotaurs will stay away now?" He asked, looking at Drake desperately. He could only offer a shrug. "Hard to say..." He says honestly. "I got word this morning that they had surrendered their land and the war. Supposedly, it's done and over with." "I'll believe that when I see it." A woman's voice interrupted. She came down the stairs, another gray wolf. She looked exhausted and beat. She made her way to the kitchen, shifting some things around seemingly out of instinct rather than the necessity to do it. "Well..." The blue wolf said softly, his voice low and smooth. "I'll let you folks get on with it. Let me know if you need anything." He says softly. He turns then and leaves the building, closing the front door quietly until it latched. At least that was one family that was able to resettle. Throughout the town, other families were doing the same. A few with children, but not many. Most were just not ready to face the knowledge of whether their homes had been destroyed or not. It was only a week ago, after all, that the Minotaurs and the dragons had come sweeping through. The war had gone on for years, but it had never reached this far out. They were on the barrier of the land. All that remained beyond this town to the north was ocean after a mile of plains, which were frozen at this time. There was no other reason for them to come here. None except to kill. Luckily, somebody had caught wind of the impending attack and got out in front of the group, warning the town to evacuate to the East. They were almost done evacuating once the Minotaurs were there. After a few hours of slaughtering and burning, the regional army arrived, and the Minotaurs retreated once they pulled down the one dragon they had arrived with. And there was the other unfathomable thing. The dragons. These weren't dragons in a bipedal stance like they had in the south, these were dragons that flew and breathed fire. They brought rain down on whatever they saw fit, and in this case, it was the small town of Farule. They didn't normally show any allegiance, but for some reason, they followed the command of the Minotaurs. The most unsettling part of that being that the Minotaurs had always hated dragons before now. The wind was beginning to pick up again, and the snow started to fall a bit more heavily. The folks that were in the town made for their homes, and Drake went to find his companion. "Cross?" He called, getting to the building they were examining before. It was his last name, clearly enough. "Cross, come on, it's starting to snow again, we need to get moving." Tilting his head a bit, Drake could hear a rustling inside the building, but no answer. He scowled...this was never a good sign. He stepped in and looked around, his arms crossed over his body, hands resting on the hilts of his blades. Finally, a silhouette came into view. It looked like a cat, it's ears being blocked from view as a hood was pulled over it's head. He was holding a long poled scythe at his side, and he slowly turned and looked at Drake, revealing some unexpected undergarments: A pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Taken aback, Drake almost missed the fact that his companion was laying, bloodied and beaten, on the floor. He drew his blades quickly, though, and the individual before him held a hand up. "Easy now, puppy, he attacked me." He says, his voice young. Drake wouldn't put him over 18, if he was that old. Drake growled, baring his teeth to the stranger. "He doesn't just attack people." "Call it a misunderstanding, then." Drake shook his head and moved forward, approaching this boy. He got to him and raised a blade. He didn't swing though, and the boy just laughed. "Scared?" "Why'd you kill him? "I told you already. He attacked me." The most frustrating thing was that the cat was wearing a smirk the entire time. He was almost laughing, it seemed. Drake finally took the swing, only to create a whirring noise throughout the building as he hit nothing. He looked around...the boy was gone. "Right here, puppy." The voice came again. He was standing behind the wolf, back against the wall, the smirk even larger now. "You shouldn't just swing those things around like that, you're going to hurt yourself." "Who are you?" Drake growled, his blue eyes glaring daggers into the cat. "Me? My name is Xzepher." The creature almost murred. "But you can call me the Grim Reaper. What's your name?" Drake just shook his head. He didn't have time for his games. "I'm Drake Valdor, leader of the..." "Yeah yeah, I know all that." The cat says, cutting him off before he could finish, pulling another growl out of him. "I just wanted the name. I knew where you came from." "Why?" "Just wondering!" He said again, and then with a flash of light, disappeared again. Drake, flustered beyond belief, walked out of the building, blades still in hand, and looked around. It was snowing hard now, the wind whipping and causing the buildings to whistle as it passed through. He scowled. It was really getting to be too much for him to validate leaving. Maybe he would have to stay with the folks he had just helped move. He started walking, crossing the road again, but as he reached the door, the cat appeared again. "I wouldn't do that." He said, wiggling a taunting finger in front of him. "Why not?" The wolf sneered through clenched teeth. "I don't think you want to be here when the dragons come back." "The hell are you talking about cat?" The cat pointed up. "You think this is coincidence?" Drake looked up, shaking his head a little bit. He did find it a bit odd, the timing was too perfect. The cat had been the one to distract him from this, though, which only frustrated him all the more. "No, puppy. The dragons are coming back, and this time, there's more of them." "How do you know this?" "You think someone can teleport and not know things other people don't?" He grinned, laughing a bit. "You're a funny one." Drake shook his head, but then his gaze snapped upward as he heard that all familiar roar. It shook the homes, snow falling off of their roofs, and caused a stir in the home before him. "I'll see you again sometime, Drake Valdor." The cat said while Drake was distracted, and flashed away once more. Drake stepped back, eyes to the sky, as three shadows came into existence in the sunlight, blasting through the white puffs of snow. After only another moment, they were there. Giant black scaled beasts perched up upon the town's roofs, or what was left of them, and let out a loud roar, all three at the same time. Their wings were massive, and their claws dug deeply into the wood of the rooftops on which they sat. One of them reared back just then, and as it came back forward with it's head, slung fire straight into the home of a family that had just moved back in down the street. "No..." Drake said under his breath, moving forward. He raised a hand to the sky, and the snow began to shift, congregating at his hand. He wasn't making a giant snowball, it was the wind gathering at his fingertips. He thrust his hands forward, and the entire area shifted, the wind blasting right for the dragon that had blown the house apart, causing splinters to fly everywhere. The wind blast reached the dragon, as evidenced by the snow, but seemed to break apart as soon as it reached, a greenish-blue bubble appearing around it, then disappearing again. The wolf's eyes widened...some kind of magic shield? He didn't have time to hesitate. "Everyone out!" He yelled as loud as he could, the winds shifting ever so slightly to help carry his voice throughout the town. Everyone heard him, but not everyone was getting out. All three dragons chose that moment to take flight and fly off to one end of the town. In formation, they glided, unflapping, across the town, and let the flames roll through it. Three huge lines of fire glided across the village, eliminating almost every building in it in one horrible motion. He couldn't hear them, but Drake knew the screams of the innocent must be filling the air. He ran, then, moving quickly down the street, between two burning buildings to make the quickest route. He put his hands over his head as the dragons made another pass, no doubt burning what remained of the small down. This was the day Farule would be removed from the map. Drake exited the burning town and ran straight into the woods, panting as he ran. He used what appeared to be a used foot path, running along it without issue of running into trees or brush. His feet made prints, but in the shadow of the thick foliage above, they were hard to see. After another ten minutes or so of running, he slowed to a stop. He was in a clearing, now, on top of a hill overlooking the town. It was gone. All that could be seen aside from the red and orange glow of the fire through the falling snow were the three giant, black shadows that caused it. They let out another bellowing roar before taking off, two giant flaps each causing them to remove themselves from sight entirely. All the work Drake had helped with was undone in just a few minutes. All the people he had traveled with for days to get back here were dead. The exhausted wolf looked on, leaning on a tree and panting. The air had grown warmer with the fire before him, but he certainly didn't feel warmer.

After a day, the town had been reduced to ash and ruin. All that remained that resembled the buildings were a few walls here and there, a fountain in the middle of town that was mostly demolished, and slabs they were built upon. Walking through the disaster, Drake let out a soft sigh. He walked with his shoulders slouched, eyes darting from one building to another. He was on the search for survivors, but had no luck so far. He had been at this for almost an hour now. It was hopeless. In that moment, his pent up rage came out, and he sprinted helplessly toward the building his companion was killed in the day before, and kicked the wall, which then fell over into a heap of wood and ash. He panted softly, his fur now marred with the black stains of ash. He would have to bathe relentlessly to get the town out of his fur. "Hell of a winter." A voice came from behind him. He only smirked. He knew it was the voice of the cat. "What do you want? To tell me you were right?" He asked without turning around. "Of course not! I would never do anything like that!" "Then what?" "Oh, I just figured you would want to know, I don't think the Minotaurs are the ones you have to worry about anymore." Naturally, by the time Drake turned around, the cat was gone again. He groaned and lifted his head to the sky, feeling defeated. That's when he heard a familiar sound...horses. He turned and watched the distance, hoping it was somebody he knew, and not something completely different. His eyes squinted as he saw a silhouette form in the snow, watching closely. After a few more moments, a familiar face appeared, much to Drake's surprise. It was someone he had met a while back, but clearly had not forgotten. "Drake!" The voice came finally. It belonged to a species you don't normally see riding a horse: A Racoon. "It's good to see you've survived! I had heard the dragons came, and wanted to see if you were still here." "Thanks..." He says softly. This man's name was Fiad. He only knew him because he stayed in the forest town of, simple as it sounds, Fresh. Fresh was a town run by people like Racoons and Squirrels, but they were open to many types there, provided you were not there to cause trouble. "Come on, we must be on our way." Fiad says, turning toward his horse. This revealed the fact that his tail was striped in green as opposed to black, where his mask was still black like most other racoons out there. At his horse's side was a staff, a bag, and what looked like a container of water. He moved in a very sly fashion, his movements agile and quick. His feet went up, and suddenly, he was on his horse, as if that was where he was in the first place. Drake nodded, coming up behind him and jumping up onto the beast, putting his hands on the man's hips, ready to go. With a heel hit, the horse took off, braving the snow once more to head back to where they had come from in the first place. "The dragons have hit a few other towns as well, Drake." The racoons voice came over the wind. "We must move swiftly if we are to get warning out and find out what's going on." "It's not the Minotaurs this time!" Drake says, speaking loudly enough to be heard. "How do you know?" "A reliable source told me so."

Hope you guys enjoyed the preview! The characters used in this are mine, with the exception of the Cat, Xzephyr, who belongs to Xzephyr Shadowkick8, and the Racoon, Fiad, who belongs to Fiad Dinenanu. Used with their permission & at their request.

**I have changed this chapter into the Preview for the novel. This situation will be part of the story, but not the beginning. The decision to work on this project to completion has caused a rethought. I hope you guys like what's coming!