Tribulations
This is something I wrote to add a little bit to my fursona, Tribual. Hope I can write something a bit better later on, but until then :P
In my dreams, I floated around in a mass black convoi with my arms spread open. As I floated around, I seemed to notice a light that appeared every once in a while. I tried to make my way over to the light, but it was so fast that could hardly take a peep at it. I became annoyed so I just stayed where I was, that is until I woke up. I opened my faintly blood red eyes and took a look at my surroundings. The club was silent, furs lying motionless on thr dancefloor below and at the bar. The bartender looked like he was wiping off that bar and removing the wasted furs from the area.
"Hey Tribual!" he shouted at me. My grogginess hadn't worn off yet, so I just ignored him when he called my name like eight more times.
"Bro! Mind giving me a hand?" I smirked and started clapping. The bartender scolds at me with anger as he drags a vixen over to one of the padded stools.
"Come on Kosh, I gave you a hand." I shout over to him. Kosh just rolled his navy blue eyes as he dropped the vixens motionless body. Kosh is a dragon that is about my height, which is 6'1. I've known him since I started becoming a DJ, and he was kinda the only family tht understood me. As a cub, my parents expected me to become an engineer or a pilot and have a family of my own. Yea right. I am a rebel! I can do whatever I want. Before I change the subject completely, Kosh walked over to my DJ station and set a clawed hand on my shoulder. I can tell he started "working out" from his grip.
"Tribual, do I have to wake you up with the back of my hand? Again?" I chuckled and smiled.
"Nah, I'll just shoot my head off." Kosh frowned at me. His eyes glared into my soul with care and anger, both seeming to collide with each other.
"You know you have a dark humor, right?" Kosh stuck his tongue out at me as he turned and walked back to the bar. His tail was slightly wagging in a swaggering motion and his wings just ached to be stretched and fluttered. I soon realized that I was focusing on Kosh's rear, so I slapped myself with my hat. Later on, we both searched all of the passed out furs and brought them to their homes or their parents. The vixens that danced in the cages helped us as well (one of which groped Kosh behind the bar). Kosh payed them extra for the help (giving the one who groped him an extra thousand) and they were soon off. I just went back to my station and wiped off the minor vommits and perspiration. As I was doing so, I found three slips of paper containing phone numbers. I was dumbfounded that three furs or reps gave me their number. Kosh saw my expression from below, so he flew over to me. As soon as he saw the strips of papers, Kosh burst out laughing. I got irritated from his laughter, so, in my mind, I threw his head down on the speakers. But if I did do that, I would have gotten fired because Kosh is actually my boss.
"How is that funny?" I asked him, putting the three numbers in my hat. Kosh continued to laugh his ass off until he found his voice (thank God).
"I find it funny cause I know those three numbers. Two of the numbers are Michael's and Finnigan's!" After he said this, I soon began thinking of the two furs. Michael, a 5'11 Doberman, was muscular, but not immensely. His main fur color was a chocolate brown and his secondary color pitch black but had odd white eyes that shifted into a hazy blue hue in the dark. Finnigan is a fox, just like me but not the same colors. His chest and stomach color was a charcoal black color and his coat was a creamy white color. He also had those "socks and gloves" but they were a bloody red, almost making him look like he commited a murder. Other than the colors, Finnigan could've passed off as my brother, except two inches taller than me. I looked slightly confused at why they would give me their numbers, especilly since they were homophobes. But that doesn't mean they could be bi. By this point, I needed Kosh to smack me with the back of his hand.