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Chapter Two

Dante, Erebosian Wolf

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"When a door opens, crawl out through the window, just to be sure something isn't waiting beside the door, unseen from the inside, waiting to pounce whoever emerges."

--Yours truly

"Do you think he'll come round soon?" came a voice, out of the darkness. Markus didn't dare open his eyes, his entire body ached, and his head was filled with a slight, but still unpleasant buzzing. His body felt oddly, different, but he was so weary he couldn't wrap his mind around what what he felt.

"Of course he will you idiot, you know that the bite and transformation itself is fail proof." came another voice.

"Are you sure you didn't cause him to lose too much blood, Arron?" a sound, like a muffled "whack!", was to be heard, then something that sounded like an indignant yip.

Markus's ear twitched at the sound. "Wait..." he thought,"how did my ear... what?" he opened his eyes, squinting, as bright light filled his vision. Squinting at the light, he raised a hand to block the sunlight, he raised something alright, but it wasn't a hand. As his vision cleared he saw that instead of a hand, a paw, with a furry, opposable thumb and furred fingers that had pads on them. Markus yelped in fear and scrambled backwards, only to hit his head on what he later saw was a headboard on the bed he was lying in.

"Why am I... What happened... WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME?!" He looked around wildly, noticing that there were four furry figures surrounding him. Two seeming to have wings, and behind one of them two tails swished nervously side to side.

His vision was gradually returning to his usual 20/20 scope as one of the figures swiftly leaned over and nimbly pinned him down by the shoulders to keep him from struggling and further hurting himself.

"Shush... Shush. Seriously dude shut up!" at the last irritated command Markus finally stopped his frantic yelps and struggles. The person, or rather, furson, who was pinning him down appeared to be a large, black, panther anthro, that had wings sprouting out of his back, which were currently raised above him, almost a little threateningly. He had a noble look about him, but he didn't seem uncaring, though apparently he was pretty impatient.

"I think you can get off him now Farinay." said a grey, also winged figure, that Markus still couldn't make out. Farinay let go of him and stood up, brushing himself off gracefully.

Markus looked around, rubbing his eyes with his paws as he squinted at the four figures around him. "Who are... how did I?"

"All will be answered in good time" answered the grey figure once more, he stepped forward. Markus looked at him, his vision clearing, before him stood a large, grey, and winged wolf man of some sort. He almost cried out in fear once more, but managed to restrain himself.

"What am I doing here?" Markus said, finally managing to complete an entire question.

"I'll explain that in a moment, but first, let us introduce ourselves. First of all, I'm Arron, at your service." he bowed, his wings arching above him as he straightened up once more, and motioned with his paw at the other three. Looking at them Markus saw a large, raccoon man and beside him, a fox man. "The rascal with the eye markings is Riskar, and fantastic Mr. Fox over there is Narr." said Arron, they both grinned slyly, Narr giving Markus a friendly wink. "They're the rebels in our group, or they're as rebellious as you can be in what is already a group of rebels." Arron said, adding with a chuckle,"And you've already meet Farinay, he helps me to keep those two in line." Farinay bowed his head gracefully, completing the impression Markus had that the feline wasn't so boyish and immature as the others.

Markus nodded to each of them and managed to stammer out,"I-I'm Markus..." he looked down at himself, noticing that he had bright white fur and hands, or paw-like hands just like a dogs. He said,"What kind of animal exactly... am I."

Riskar pulled out a mirror from somewhere in his pocket, he said with a wicked grin,"You're not an animal, and see for yourself my friend." taking the mirror, Markus looked at it, looking back was a brightly blued eyed, arctic wolf, whose eyes widened in surprise as he examined himself.

He looked up at Riskar and said,"A wolf? An arctic wolf?"

"Bingo" replied Narr, he said,"And a well transformed one, I haven't seen such a successful transformation in a while."

Farinay nodded, his expression appearing friendly until he closely examined the mirror that Markus had now handed back to Riskar, he then growled and said in an almost childish manner,"Hey! That's my mirror you thief!" he deftly snatched it back and glared at Riskar, who merely grinned and replied,"Oh please, I only borrowed it, plus one would think you're a girl with all the grooming and care you take to ensure that you look good."

Farinay narrowed his eyes. and replied in a dry tone,"I'm a feline astorian, it's in my nature to make sure I look pristine, excuse me if I act like my species does, plus you can't exact claim that you don't do what your stereotype dictates after stealing my mirror." Riskar merely shrugged and turned his attention back to Arron, who seemed to be the head of the gang.

Markus watched the exchange of words with wide eyes, his ears twitched once more at the strange word "Astorian", he asked,"What exactly are you? Or, what are we?".

Arron looked to Markus and kindly explained,"We're called 'astorians', or what you would call anthromorphic beings, you're currently in a completely different planet my friend, far away from the little place that you call Earth. Here the world is inhabited by wondrous creatures, more species than you could ever imagine of astorians exist here, and not only here, but there are others planets in this universe with life. But sadly, you're currently on one of the many planets in this galaxy plagued by a corrupt government, as well as more limited technology. The only way we know about those other planets is limited contact that the head of our organization does, we're a group of rebels here, we're trying to help "The Cause" to overthrow the communist government."

Markus's head whirled as he attempted to digest all the information that was being presented to him, shaking his head in confusion, he said,"Um... how old are all of you exactly?"

Arron answered,"We're all your age, 15, except for Narr, he's 14, does that answer everything?"

Markus nodded his head,"Almost, just one more, why the heck did you bring me here?" Arron's expression darkened, as he said,"Several reasons, one being your boredom, we were monitoring for the perfect new candidate to be transformed, you were pretty miserable in your other life, so we decided that what you really needed was an adventure, we have the cure for your boredom, but be warned, it'll get really dangerous, which leads me to my next reason, we need help in the rebellion, we needed a fifth to our party, and you fitted perfectly."

Markus nodded slowly, everything slowly beginning to click into place,"Will I ever be able to come back to my universe?" he said, in a rather small tone.

Narr spoke up, and said in a kind voice,"We'll get to that later, but rest assured, if all goes well you will be able to go back to your old life, and, if you like, go back and forth, visiting this world whenever you wish. But also, time can be manipulated differently, so when you do come back, it'll be as if you never left."

Markus, feeling relieved nodded, he looked to Arron and said,"What now then?" he in response. grinned,"Now we'll try and get you settled in, we'll show you around the apartment, we were lucky enough that Riskar managed to get one of the special communist leader ones, meaning that it's pretty luxurious, we won't be discovered for at least another month. You'll still need to rest for a few days since suddenly becoming a completely different species for the first time can be a little shocking for the system." winking he turned to Riskar and said,"Go get Markus here some better attire, I doubt he'll want to be in his boxers all day."

Riskar nodded, turning tail he swiftly went and came back with a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt, basically what everybody else was wearing, except for Riskar, who wore a black hoodie.

Farinay chuckled and said,"You'll make a contrast for sure in those clothes." Arron looked to Markus once more and said,"Here, try standing up and changing into these clothes, then we'll show you around the apartment if you'll manage it physically."

Markus nodded, he shifted slowly and gingerly got off the bed, standing up. Testing his footing, he noticed that his balance was much better than when he was human. Turning around his saw that his tail was a major contributor to his balance, he let it swish back and forth. Suddenly, he realized that he was thrilled to suddenly have this extra appendage, he stroked it with a paw for a second, before feeling self-conscious since everyone was looking at him. Telling himself that he'll have to fully examine his body when he had more privacy, he turned and accepted Riskar's offering of clothes with a grateful nod before putting them on without too much trouble. He had some difficulty with the tail hole but in a few minutes he was fully dressed.

He grinned, looking up, Arron said,"Good, you don't seem to be too exhausted"

Farinay piped up,"Here, follow me, you can pick out for accessories for your outfit!" he turned tail, leading Markus as the rest of the group followed him out of the room.

Narr spoke up, with a sly tone in his voice,"Geez Farinay, you talk so much about clothes and looks one might almost think you're a girl."

Farinay's tail lashed out and whipped Narr across the paw, who yelped and rubbed it with his other paw, wincing in pain. "I wouldn't be talking about girls, especially since you're currently single and I'm going out with one." Farinay replied coolly.

Narr rolled his eyes, but held his tongue until they walked down the hall, and turned right into what seemed to be Farinay's room, which looked to almost be painfully neat.

Opening a drawer filled with several leather wrist straps, leather gloves, and other accessories that seemed fit for a hard rocker, Farinay said,"Here, take your pick, consider it a gift from me" he grinned at Markus who looked over his options. He selected a single thick leather bracelet and clicked it into place on his right paw, after that he didn't find anything else that he found interesting until he saw a small, silver watch, picking it up he admired it's beautiful metal surface, putting on he realized it matched his fur impeccably. After that, he turned to the group and shrugged,"That's all for now."

Arron nodded,"When Farinay heard that we're going to be a group of rebels, he really took it seriously with the outfits... Black jeans and shirts and such tends to be what we ware most of the time." he shrugged indifferently, as Farinay purred softly to himself as he shut the draw shut. Riskar, out of Farinay's view but in plain sight of Markus's line of sight, pointed a finger down his open muzzle and pretended to gag, showing how ridiculous he found Farinay's eccentrics with fashion.

Not being to help it, Markus giggled, before regaining his composure, but having to restrain a grin the whole time. "Uh... thank you... Farinay..." he realized, suddenly, that he liked this new group of furs, even though it had all been rather sudden.

Arron, looking also slightly bemused said,"Continuing on, I'm glad to see that you've got energy now after being out for so long." turning tail, he walked out of Farinay's room, his party walking behind him.

to be continued...