Bordered: Part One
Hey guys. Im very new to the furry fandom. Im quite new to the website and the furry wrighting scene. Tell me if there are any grammer/spelling mistakes. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the first enstallment of my new series!
BORDERED
PART ONE:
Reanholm was a shabby city by the beast-boarder and next to Westpoint. Reanholm being home to much of the Fur race and Westpoint to the Skinned. Mostly the Skinned and the Furs got along. They traded many things from cloths to broad swords. It was more of a nutural relationship. But the two races needed eachother to get along. Some Skinners actually lived and breeded in Reanholm. Oftin reasulting in a strange animal-human hybrid. We called these the Furin. The beast-border was a narrow wall in the Deadwood Forest. None knew what was on the other side, and they probly didn't. But those foolish enough to pass, never came back.
Dimitry and Rye were both in the Deadwood, looking foor food. They had been hunting for over an hour now and were hoping to atleast get a wood rat. Winter was just ahead and being a Wolf-Fur, Dimitry needed food for the winter. Rye on the other hand didn't need as much, but still needed a little. The Deadwood Forest wasn't much of a hunting spot for most Furs and Humans alike. But since nobody want there, wildlife had taken its toll on the paths that lay ahead. Rye often wanted to be like Dimitry, fast, strong, and could hold out in a fight if he had to. Rye was much younger than Dimitry but they were best friends. Rye had never known his parents and being a Fox-Furin, he never really wanted too. So Dimitry was his father and best frend.
"Do you hear that?" Dimitry wispered in his gravelly voice. Rye's fox ears percked up from his unkept brown hair. He heard a faint nibbling. He was a very keen hearer due to his fox ears. Dimitry than raised his bow and shot a siver pointed arrow at a bush about thirty meters away. They then heard a soft whump! as the creature Dimitry had shot fell to the ground. Rye's tail flicked in suprise.
"Wow!" said Rye, walking to the bush to examine the kill. "How'd you know?!"
"Practice" Dimity said as he picked up a large wood rat from the bush.
Later on that evening Dimitry put the wood rat on a small stove and then lit the coals under it. He poked the grill with the fire polker causing sparks to fly up to the night sky. They had kept their hand-made grill outside their small wooden cabin just in case the sparks would cause the house to burn up, leaving them homeless and poor like the old beggars on the cobblestone streets of Reanholm. Rye looked a Dimitry with his intense blue eyes, glistening in the moon lit sky and said,
"Dimitry, what do you think is on the other side of the beast-boarder?"
"Nothing" said Dimitry, clearly bothered by this question "its just a... a... Hoax." Rye had noticed the tone in Dimitrys voice and then quickly changed the subject.
"How did you find me?" Rye had never thought of asking this question. He never really had time to talk to Dimitry on touchy subjects like these. As much as he loved Dimitry, he was never a talkitive person. Leaving Rye's mind to wander.
"You were... Little. About a months age. You were on my doorstep, crying in the midnight rain. So... I took you in... At first I thought you were a human baby, but when I took the wet blanket off your body; I saw two fox ears, and a stubby tail. You looked kind of rediculous" Said Dimitry, laughing. "I tought you how to walk and talk and how to act as though you were a Fur. Not a mere Furin. You were a great kid. And I loved you as though you were my own." Dimitrys eyes were starting to fill. Rye did not know what caused Dimitry's breakdown. But he knew he shoul give him a break. He hadn't heard Dimitry talk like that. Ever.
The next morning Rye woke up early and packed a bag. He wanted to help out Dimitry by getting todays breakfast. He opend the door as silently as possible and slipped outsite. Dimitry will love this he thought to himself, pleased to know that he could help. He then walked through the weed infested path toward Deadwood and before he entered, he already saw his prey. A small Gru Bird in the underbrush, twitching around. He took out his bow, and pulled back the string. ptwang!. the bow made an unexpected noise and the shot went about four meters away, hitting the ground upside down. He cursed under his breath as the bird twittered away. Not knowing that its life could've and should've ended. Rye looked at the bow in his hands and realized that the wire-string used to make it was too loose. He had not knowticed this last evening. Rye, dissapointed, retied the string and walked on to the forest; sleet cunching under the dirt.
Once Rye had reached the best spot, near the beast-boarder, he looked along side of it. Hoping to see prey, he saw a blacked human, aming what apered to be a dart-shooter. Rye couldn't tell because the man was about 100 meters away. Good thing he can't hit me at that distance. he thought to himself. Then, Rye heard a gargeled growl and just then, a dart whizzed by his ear, and with a muffeled hit, the creature behind him fell to the ground, shaking the earth below him. He looked behind himself to see what looked like a large, leathery beast with six eyes and a mouth-full of fangs. He looked at it for a while. Then it lunged. Leaving a clawmark across his small chest. He then gasped and fell to the ground.
End of part one.