The Furry Rebellion | Chapter One
#1 of The Furry Rebellion
I've decided to just start writing this story as sort of a side project when I don't feel like doing strenuous writing, this is a little easier to write since it's different and transformation stories always tend to be interesting. This really is just casual writing but it will have more chapters and additions. So, here goes, please rate, comment, and favorite the first chapter!
Chapter One
Dante, Erebosian Wolf
"Life is a constant paradox, is it not?"
--Yours Truly
"I'm so sick of this..." thought Markus to himself, as he continued to walk down the path in the gigantic "botanic heaven" that he was forced to visit along with the rest of his family. Sighing out loud, he continued walking the terribly slow pace that he was forced he walk because of his practically infantile cousins.
"They need to learn to walk just like you did, so be please be patient." his mother always chided him, for Markus was visiting his relatives over in California, where his entire family lived. Markus's home lied in Iowa, the state that, in his opinion, was the most boring place that he could possibly be unlucky enough to be born in. But oh no, the fifteen year old's parents just had to fall in love there when attending college, and decide to marry, settle down, and have their children there.
Markus was pretty much like any other teenager that had a love for rock music, liked to skate with his friends on the streets, and generally found his life up in the middle of nowhere incredibly dull. He was an A student, since the schools he attended offered little to no challenge, so he spent his days either outside, skating with his friends or inside, playing video games. He looked like just about like any other kid, brown hair that he never seemed to be able to comb properly, and light, hazel eyes.
Though his ancestry lay somewhere from Norway, he had a pretty good tan. Being of average height, he was lucky enough to be in the limbo between being called a midget and a giant by his fellow peers. He never really had any problems, only the fact that he was often plagued by boredom in his life, and was often caught in the trap that his parents referred to as,"family bonding".
"Can we please move a little faster? It's not like if we go too fast we'll scare off the plants..." Markus drew out the word please in a tone that depicted complete and utter boredom. His mother replied,"You know what I told you earlier, plus, you know what your grandmother always says,'Stop and smell the-" "roses", Markus finished off in a flat tone while rolling his eyes.
It wasn't that he didn't appreciate things that were older than his generation, in fact, he harbored a secret liking, that he would never admit to anyone, with his grandfather's old jazz records. But being told the same things over and over wasn't exact a subject of great fascination for Markus.
Putting in his earbuds, he turned up his music, softly humming along to Green Day, as he looked over the well tended, public gardens with disinterest. His aunt and uncle were in the back of their little party, their arms over each others shoulders as five others walked with them as well. One, Roxanne, Markus's older sister, was with her boyfriend, their arms locked as they made out with almost disgusting relish. Markus despised Roxanne with a burning passion, she was the goth type that wasn't just serious about it, but was a complete jerk when it came to talking to him, being 19 the only reason she was still with her parents was because of financial purposes. Otherwise, Markus was sure, she would have left long ago to join some druggie punk rock band along with her emo boyfriend.
The other four included a pair of 9 year old male twins which always seemed to annoy the hell out of Markus. The final two were snot nosed toddlers toddlers that never stopped crying, whining,"Or tripping and falling" thought Markus, as once more on of them fell, and began sobbing dramatically. Markus winced as the toddler's shriek reached an uncomfortable pitch.
Without bothering to stop, he continued walked forward, not caring at this point what happened. Before he knew it, he had rounded a corner and was in a less cared for and wilder part of the garden. Where the untended hedges grew ten feet up into the sky, casting erie and dark shadows on the ground. "Now I have to wait for them... again." thought Markus, he flopped down on a bench and began scrolling through his next to crap phone. "I wonder if Alexandra isn't busy..." he thought, considering a moment about how to approach her via text, before sending her a,"Hey", he tried to appear nonchalant, and uncaring. He waited for a few minutes, no answer.
Sighing, and telling himself that he knew that she wouldn't respond as always, he continued to listen to his music and looking at nothing. Little did he know that it was that Alex wouldn't respond, it was that she couldn't. Drumming his fingers on the bench he sat and said out loud,"Sometimes I wish life wasn't so boring..."
Just as he finished his sentence, something large, grey and furry, leapt out the shrubbery, Markus jumped in surprise, as he saw a large, rather scruffy, winged, feral wolf stand in front of him, with his paws outward, he seemed to be getting ready to pounce, his tail stiffly straight. Before Markus could even call for help, the wolf leapt up and onto Markus, and viciously biting him on his arm, Markus cried out in fear, a horrible throbbing came his arm as he managed to shove the wolf off with his uninjured arm.
He got up, clutching his bitten arm with his other, he stubbled a few steps in the opposite direction from which he came, before collapsing on the ground. As more blood began gushing out of his wound, red and black spots appeared in his vision. He tried crawling forward but couldn't summon the strength to do so. The last thing he saw was the wolf standing over him. He could have sworn that he saw what could be taken as a look of concern on it's muzzle. Then, the world became black.
to be continued...