The Furry Rebellion | Chapter Thirteen

Story by Dante, Erebosian Wolf on SoFurry

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#13 of The Furry Rebellion

I recommend listening to this while reading: The 2nd Law: Unsustainable By Muse

Looks like more chaos, when will it end?

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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.


The Furry Rebellion

Dante, Erebosian Wolf


_"I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle, victorious."

--Vince Lombardi_

They ran, sprinting and darting through the flames, nimbly evading missiles and a flurry of bullets which flew after them. Markus felt a stinging sensation on his arm, and he saw to his surprise that a bullet had grazed him, taking a bit of fur and skin away with it.

Arron yelled something indistinct, Markus looked to see him running down an alleyway, he quickly followed after him.

Now their black, tight clothing came in handy, enabling them to move quickly as well as be hard to spot. Markus felt a surge of excitement and energy, he heard the soldiers behind him running and stumbling, attempting to fire at them, only to trip and fall.

Markus looked up to see Farinay soaring high above them, swirling and diving in and out of the sky, evading bullets and thrown missiles, oddly enough he even saw a large burly elephant soldier on top of a building launch a shovel at him.

Gripping his bow, Markus turned swiftly, and while keeping his pace steady, quickly tied one of his explosive grenades to an arrow before firing it into the mob behind him.

There seemed to be a lull in the world, everything slowed down oddly once more, as Markus had noticed when he was fighting at the fountain. Then suddenly, a huge fire ball erupted into the middle of the soldiers, dreary clothes lines and clothes as well as other things signifying poverty suddenly went up in a blaze and where sent flying as a great and morbid scream came from the mob.

But there were more, it seemed that the whole military force worked as a hydra, you cut off two heads and two more sprouted in it's place. They were running out of time.

"Take cover!" yelled Aaron, as he dived behind a nearby crate, Markus's ears twitched, and he felt a sudden pang of fear, he leaped up strait into a cart full of potatoes. A second later a huge torrent of bullets ripped nearby barrels and crates.

Markus, still under the cover of the numerous potatoes, groped for a smoke canister, he wrapped his paws around one, unclipped it and then threw it blindly towards the direction from where the fire was coming from, it exploded and let loose a great expanse of dusty smoke, leaping out of the cart he saw that Aaron was already waiting for him. They rounded the corner, only to stop dead in their tracks.

The warthog, was back.

to be continued...