The Furry Rebellion | Chapter Seven
#7 of The Furry Rebellion
After a narrow get away, our hero find himself in another mess, literally. I enjoyed writing this chapter. :3 And I'm really going to enjoy creating more fanatic characteristics of Farinay. X3 He's a lot of fun to work with. Anyway, enjoy!
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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.
Chapter Seven
"Wait! Stop! Don't clean it up this mess is organized perfectly!"
--Yours truly
"Home sweet home!" exclaimed Riskar, as he plopped himself down on a nearby beanbag, that seemed to have the life beaten out of it and eventually replaced by large amounts of newspaper.
Markus looked around the apartment shocked, everything was mess, there were rappers and strewn garbage everywhere. Random bits and pieces of weaponry scattered amongst the disaster of a room, several ninja knives were stuck to the wall, and there was a katana stuck strait in the middle of a face in a portrait that hung in the wall, with several other gashes around it, as if someone had been using it for target practice,"What is this place?!"
Arron bent over and picked up a book that was lying on the floor, opened and lying on it's face. He blew the dust off of it and began flipping through it interestedly,"Our home base, this is where we go where no one finds us."
"Not exactly surprising, is it?" Riskar's voice came from the other side of the room, he was bent over and rummaging through what looked like to be a refrigerator, that miraculously had power on the inside, for a light bulb shone dimly inside of it. Popping open a can of pop, he sipped at it's bright yellow contents,"No one ever wants to have to go through this sector of apartments because of secrets may lurk here. So, no one bother to come here except the thieves, and of course, us members of The Cause."
Walking over to Markus, Riskar tossed him another can of what he saw him drinking, looking down, he saw it to have,"TheBrew" written on it.
"Try it, it clears your mind."
He tried opening it with his paw finger, but found it to be rather difficult, Riskar chuckled softly, and flexed a paw in front of Dante, a single claw sprouting out of it. Getting the message quickly enough, Markus flexed his own paw, then, using the claw he opened the can of soda, and then tipped it back to his muzzle to take a swig at it's contents.
Not only was he still not used to using a muzzle to drink, but the stuff that came out of the can was so sharp and bubbly that it caused Markus to choke and splutter, as his eyes watered, he turned to Riskar to ask in a choked up voice amidst his coughs.
"What, is that?!"
"Extra Carbohydrated Water, I'm sure you must have had some on your planet..."?
"Yeah but not this strong! Geez!"
Retching, he set the drink down and doubled over, coughing. After a few minutes of recovery, and Riskar worriedly patting him on the back, Markus suddenly straitened up stiffly, his pupils shrinking as his eyes grew wide. His whole body shuddered for a second, his fur rippled in waves before finally settling down again. Markus turned to Riskar with an elated grin,"That felt awesome!"
Nodding and smiling in agreement, Riskar added,"Yes, I think it's sort of like your energy drinks, except these are made underground with magic, they fix you right up!"
Arron walked over to the two at that moment, and said in a grave voice,"Farinay just sent me a message, thought it's signal was weak. He says they're alive, but Narr is badly wounded in the leg. They'll be he-".
He was cut off by the sound of Farinay's growl as he, attempted to heave the door out of the way, while supporting a barely conscious Narr on his shoulder,"Would one of you pansies please be so kind as to lend me a paw here!"
? Arron and Markus quickly hurried over, while Riskar padded behind them, ready to adhere to Narr's injuries. As Farinay stepped through, Markus saw how badly Narr was banged up, cuts covered his entire form, and his ankle was twisted in a way that almost seemed alien on the fox.
Farinay panted softly, his wings flittering a bit behind him, as he said,"Get him to bed, healing his foot is going to take a while."
Riskar nodded, the well built raccoon easily picked up the smaller fox, and carried him while precariously sorting his way through the trashed apartment. He turned into another room and vanished from sight.
Farinay sat down on a three-legged chair next to them and punched a nearby stack of cans, sending them flying in all directions,"They tracked us twice today! That's never happened! Why and how do they keep finding us?!"
"I'm not sure." replied Arron, his voice solemn and contemplative,"But whatever it is, it's not good."
Farinay stood up and straightened his shirt with a careful movement of his paw, padding over to the disaster of a kitchen, he twisted the sink handle, and to everyone's surprise, water flowed out, as Farinay splashed water on his face he grumbled,"Hmmf. First good part of this wretched day."
Just then, Riskar poked his head around the corner, a worried expression on his muzzle,"Uh, guys? You might want to see this."
Exchanging worried glances, Markus, Arron, and Farinay padded over to Riskar, and walked down the hallway to the room where Narr was resting. As Arron rounded the corner to walk in, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared in horror, as Markus looked inside as well, to see a most terrifying sight.
to be continued...