Paws Of Snow Chapter 3
Dark here, just wanted to say I am happy to present to you, something I have been working on for a while, My Piece By Piece Novel Series Paws Of Snow. Paws of snow is a scifi, near future, hyper accelerated technology, post apocalyptic, furry warfare fictional novel.
Set in the year 2023, technology has acclerated ten fold, mankind has launched the earth into another war and transformed most of North America into a wasteland. The government has created anthros and labled them for military use, but when Dark eventually meets up with a group of non military, "outsiders" group of anthros, know as the "Wasteland Army". Will Dark give in or will the bullets fly and shoot first ask names later happen?
Follow Dark, Grey and Many others. in this slowly growing ride of a series starting out slow and slowly building and building and blooming till its a beautiful flower of a fictional warfare novel.
Also If your wondering why the text is wierd at the top and big throughout, Just hit the drop format button and fixed width button to have it feel more like a book :3
Chapter 3-Foreshadowing Rescue
Dark had searched frantically around the small defensive area that various soldiers in the base had setup in response to the threat of a strike team of Russians outside. Forward and closest to the exit doorway of the cafeteria that lead to the hallways to various other parts of the base, heavy portable machine guns had been setup in spaces in between the walls on bi-pods. Two of them side by side separated by a thin wall of sandbags rounded out the defensive wall and ensure that any Russian soldier that busted through any of the windows that lined the outermost wall of the cafeteria.
The comms were full of traffic and information, so much that Dark actually had to mute his comm while he searched for Joshuah.
"Joshuah!" Dark called out as he hopped over a sandbag wall in progress, heading left down the hall sniffing the air for his scent and yelling his name frantically. Not one of the other soldiers paid a second thought or a second towards him, frantic with their own fear of the looming threat of an enemy outside.
A couple more steps and Dark picked up the scent of the tiger fox with a heavy scent of gun powder and he even kicked around a few shell casings. It was evident that someone had either encountered the tiger fox or he had run into trouble himself, Dark was hoping that he would find the stupid tiger fox know as Joshuah in time.
If something or someone had harmed the tiger fox, he didn't know if he was going to go into a blind rage like that one time with a bull instructor when they were training in close quarters combat and that had almost caused him to be dishonorably discharged. Which brought him back to another memory was when he had a young, lithe, newly recruited white arctic fox and the only reason that he had been found was because of the noise and that a hall patrol had been walking by at the time. But in the end he had been let off with only a warning and Dark had seen the office where the white fox recruit was chewed out mercilessly and so harshly that Dark actually thought that the recruit was going to break down and cry right there on the spot.
Dark shook his head to clear the head fur from in front of his eyes, damn he was going to have to get that cut soon it was becoming a nuisance on and off of the battlefield. Plus, most of the males around the base flirted with him finding him-for some reason- irresistible to them. Tis was the hard life of being a slut in the military, with a dangerous, reckless, and self indulgent sex drive. But for some reason when Dark got on to the battlefield, he was able to put that aside and when killing came to killing, it was automatic.
He slipped the silencer off of the Mp5-k and heard as the rugged metal silencer clinked to the ground loudly. Here in these halls he was going to need all the firepower he could get, 9mm parabellum NATO rounds from the old world having limited penetrating power and range. With a 30 round clip of 9mm bullets and am available selection of three, single and fully automatic firing rates, the Mp5-k was a capable and well build sub machine gun in highly skilled paws.
On the walls of the hallway he walked, he was in the south hall, right? Dark thought to himself as he noticed streaks of blood and what looked like blood splatter from exit wounds caused by bullets, but here it only smelled of human (if this is what human smelled like, which was vile and disgustingly clean of any scent). It wasn't the familiar scent of the tiger fox that he smelled anywhere for that matter and his hope peaked a little when he finally caught the scent trail of Joshuah.
Dark's tail wagged furiously at the discovery of his friends scent, driven by his own joy that the bloody tiger fox would be alive after all. He stepped slowly but had a very hard time controlling himself from bursting out in joyous sequels and yips. But he contained himself at the last moment with a bad ass snicker and brushed it off like the macho men did in those action movies that Joshuah had him watch once while in their training dorms. Afterward had been the true action movie as the engaged in some foreplay that eventually lead to a hot and steamy encounter no movie could match, even the tiger fox was surprised at how he was performing and Dark shook his head once again to clear the floating thoughts of sex from his head.
He brought his weapon to bear once more and moved slowly, relying on his close quarters stealth and engagement training. He crept a couple more inches and when he noticed that the end of the hall was coming up, splitting off into two sections going left and right with none continuing on straight forward; Dark made a quick assessment of the area he had to approach his possible enemies.
Vent?
No...too loud
Forward with a sweep towards the left wall and checking his back, leaning around the corner to the right or the opposite?
Dark scratched his head at the puzzling thoughts and he knew that Joshua couldn't be here to answer him, besides he was a fully trained soldier with years of experience and why was he letting a puzzle like this stump him.
Maybe its the possibility that this inst training anymore and its actually real, that blood back there real and the gun in your hand even realer with the bullets in it being real and not training paint bullets anymore, Dark mused and rattled on his head as he crept along the right side of the corridor that lead to the two right and left splits to various other ends of the wings.
He slung his Mp5-k on his back and drew his pistol as he swept the left side and leaned to peek over the right, right after he checked back behind him. To this simple error, Dark saw something that almost made his heart stop right there, it was Joshuah dragging his gun along the ground with one paw over a coagulated and bleeding bullet wound right above his kidney.
"Joshua?!" Dark's voice quickly changed to concern as he saw that the tiger fox was about to collapse as he hooked an arm around him and helped the tiger fox to sitting and leaning against the wall.
He looked down at the blood soaked left paw of the athletically muscular tiger fox know as Joshuah and froze with fear. He's bleeding Dark, quickly do something! His brain screamed at him from deep within as the concern mounted and the fear of losing his friend increased with each moment that his eyes lay on the bleeding wound of his fellow soldier.
Luckily, Joshua had loaded up his combat pack and had thankfully taken a medical kit with him. Dark had quickly helped the pack off of the tiger fox's back and fished through it until he found the medical kit packed to the brim with adrenaline filled needles, tape and gauze.
From the pack he pulled out on of the needles, flicked to remove all the air bubbles and than squirted some of the adrenaline out to make sure that it worked and it was free of air.
He pulled down Joshua's collar of his shirt and inserted the needle into his jugular vein, injecting the adrenaline into his blood stream.
Instantly the Joshua's eyes went wide and his pupils became mere slits as the adrenaline coursed through this veins. His pain had also become dulled because he had removed his paw from the wound on his abdomen and let it rest at his side. Dark quickly opened a pack of gauze and placed it down along with a roll of tape in which he could secure the gauze.
Carefully Dark unbuttoned Joshua's uniform shirt and did most of the pulling to minimize twisting in order not to reopen the wound on his abdomen. Next came the undershirt and that was a simple easy up and over removal, tossed aside ever so easily. Now he was getting a little excited and it became ever so sensual as he got close to Joshuah, wrapping the gauze around his wound carefully as not to hurt the tiger fox. He taped the end of the gauze to prevent it from unraveling during their long and slow journey back to the defensive area.
Joshuah patted Dark on the head in which he responded with a happy wag of his tail and than begrudgingly helped the tiger fox put the upper part of his uniform on, wishing that he could savor Joshua's athletic and compact frame that was his fox shining through. Slowly he helped the tiger fox up and one of his arms around him for support as they began to walk back to t he defensive area, stopping every once in a while to rest and allow Joshuah to catch his breath as the adrenaline wore off.