The Furry Rebellion | Chapter Three
#3 of The Furry Rebellion
The continuation of the Furry Rebellion! I apologize for not uploading the most recent chapter of "The Dark Tale of Dante", I've been recovering from a rather nasty surgery and I felt a little too tired to do any editing. <,..,>
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Main Character: Markus: (Transformed, human ? Arctic wolf)- white furred, bright azure eyes,
Characters: Arron: (Grey, Dire Wolf Anthro, winged)- grey furred, grey wings, pale grey eyes, grey tail, male.
[Personality: Collected, Reserved, Calm, Brave, Knowing, Leader, Powerful, Experienced, Smart, Quick witted, ]
[Disposition: Leader, magik user]
[Relationships: Friend of all, intermediate magik]
Riskar: (Raccoon Anthro)- normal raccoon patterns, slightly rougher fur, ringed tail, thieves mask, ebony eyes, male.
[Personality: Calm, Reserved, Quiet, Nimble Fingered, Intelligent, Sneaky, Secretive, Helpful, Thief, Rascal, Brave]
[Disposition: Guys on the inside, arranger, thief, spy, retriever, little magik]
[Relationships: Best friends with Narr]
Narr: (Fox Anthro, two tailed) Two tailed, soft fur, Normal fox patterns, white belly and end of tail, orange furred, scar on left eye, one eye is blue, scarred eye is green, sort of the youngest of the group male.
[Personality: Well-humored, Intelligent, Witty, Brave, Kind, Sneaky, Thief]
[Disposition: Thief, intermediate magik]
[Relationships: Best friends with Riskar]
Farinay: (Black panther Anthro, winged) Black wings, soft fur, black fur, feline features, male.
[Personality]: Proud, High nosed, neat freak, fan of fashion and looks, well groomed, powerful, intelligent, slightly foolish.
[Disposition: Skilled at magic and combat, major fight. Uniform look provider]
[Relationships: is often teased by Riskar and Narr for being like a girl, is in a relationship with one.
Side characters: Soldiers, and communist solder commander.
Chapter Three
Dante, Erebosian Wolf
"I just got to get out of this prison cell. One day, I'm going to be free!" --Freddie Mercury
As Arron continued showing Markus around the apartment, showing Narr's love for techno and dub-step with the posters he had up, and Riskar's love of punk rock as well as wood carving, he was apparently very nimble with his paws, and finally Arron's room, which was filled with classic rock and outer space posters.
Markus didn't recognize a single galaxy or star cluster on them, but he let it pass. As Arron was showing him the kitchen and the bathroom, Markus spoke up,"So, you always live this well?"
Arron's cheeks suddenly faltered, he looked to Markus a little sheepishly and said,"Um... Actually... This is the first time we've ever lived in such luxury, well not for Narr, his father is one of the communist leaders, but he left. For the rest of us, this is rare. We usually live in abandoned buildings and on the streets. We can't stay at The Cause's HQ since it would attract too much attention to that area with too many furs entering and exiting. It's only because Riskar managed to send that commie leader on an "important business trip" that takes two weeks to get there and back, that's we're here."
Markus nodded, beginning to understand even more. "And what exactly to you do in the rebellio-" he was suddenly cut off by a loud banging at the door. The five froze, tensing, with their ears perked up the slowly turned to the door. "Do not. Make. A sound." Arron slowly whispered. A loud arguing could be heard outside, it sounded as though two people were discussing wether this was the right apartment, and that if it wasn't their hides would be skinned for the mistake.
Farinay was muttering something unintelligible under his breath, as Riskar and Narr both withdrew six inch long knives from out of their pockets. The silver blades gleaming with an odd luster. Markus stood frozen in fear, he looked to Arron with a worried expression on his muzzle. Arron stood stock still, his eyes were clouded, and he seemed to be looking at something in the distance. Markus feeling utterly helpless, listened as the banging on the door continued. It shuddered on it's hinges, finally, on the third bang, it vibrated and banged to the floor.
With a red star embedded on his hat and his breast on his sickly green uniform, a german shepherd Astorian stepped into the apartment. Looking around the home with a haughty arrogance and distaste in his gaze. His eyes settled on Markus, and bore into him as if he were staring into his soul. Markus now wasn't just frozen out of fear, but he felt himself not being able to move, as if some force was holding him back.
Farinay suddenly stepped forward, extending a paw towards the man and spreading his wings above him, he cried something in a gnarled language. As the soldier's companions were just beginning to file into the apartment, a flash of purple light escaped Farinay's paw and slammed into the leader, who was thrown back into his peers.
Markus stared with his muzzle open in amazement as Narr grabbed him by the back of the shirt yelled,"Come on! What are you waiting for move it!" Markus stumbled after Riskar and Narr as Arron stepped forward to stand beside Farinay, his wings arched above his head just his friend's were. He muttered an incantation together with him.
The last thing Markus saw as he turned his head was Farinay and Arron, darting back and forth, dueling with the soldiers with long staffs with a blade on one end. Kind of a like a bladed spear, casting spells back and forth with the soldiers. Narr suddenly pulled Markus over to an open window and shoved him towards a pipe that was running down the side of the wall,"Climb!" looking down, Markus saw Riskar already scrambling down.
Swallowing his fear, he heaved himself over the edge of the window and began sliding down. As the reached the bottom, he heard a large explosion, and, looking up, he saw Farinay being flung from out of a window from a large blast, as a howl that sounded like Arron's voice broke the air. Riskar's tail was puffed up to a ridiculous size as he nervously fiddled with something in his paws,"Work damn it! We don't have time for you to malfunction!".
Narr's two tails were tucked between his legs as he nervously looked from one end of the alley to the other. "Reinforcements will be coming soon for sure! Riskar you have to hurry!" Riskar growled in frustration before, with a clicking sound, he seemed to finished what he was doing. An odd, round contraption lay in his paw with several long rods with handles on them sticking out of it. He quickly grasped one of the rods and offered the other ends to Narr and Markus,"Grab one! Quick!" Markus and Narr grasped a rod each just as Farinay's hiss could be heard from above, Markus saw just before the world went black once more, that the panther was being held up by the throat in the window, above the alley as Arron was pinned on a wall next to him.