Terveta
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Chapter One:
Warning
The wind howled loudly, seeming to call a storm from the north. It was loud in his ears and he could practically taste the change in the weather current on the tip of his tongue as he stood on the cliff edge that over looked a desert of snow. The sides of his mouth pulled down at the corners, when he began to ponder the shift.
"Sir?" whispered a light, timid feminine voice from behind him. He slowly turned to face her, the Beta in the group that stood merely feet away.
"I feel it too," he grumbled, turning his eyes back to the front.
"The storm?" she hedged.
He only nodded once and dimmed his eyes in a glare. Then something hit him that caught his full attention. It was a smell, a strong sweet and iron scent, like blood mixed with sugar.
"Damn it," he growled and whirled to face abaft of him before he started for the others, passing by the girl as she stared after him in confusion, until the smell hit her too.
"The hostiles have changed their tactics. I estimate they'll be at the city in at least a day." He seemed to be growling with snarling fury when he stormed up to the three that sat around the roughly formed map in the snow. They all rose to their feet and pulled their helmets across their muzzles, locking them in place. The female trotted up from behind and stared at her commander. He was a strong well-known Alpha among the ranks of warriors, a powerful blue-furred husky that stood tall without any falter to his figure. She copied the others and pulled the steel covering down to conceal her vulpine features.
As a group, they started off for a direction back down the slope at a steep angle with the leader out in the front. He stepped up to a drop that turned out to be an expressway to the ground, about a few hundred feet. He stared over the edge. The exact way they came up was the same way they'd be going down.
Without hesitation, he flung one foot over and then pushed off with the other. The air screamed in his ears as he plummeted to the earth, the visor keeping his sight clear of moisture that would have formed in his eyes. He landed with an echoing thud that seemed to wobble off the overhang he had just come from. With no pause between his landings, he took off in a dead sprint in the first direction he faced. The others followed with little time lapse, crashing into the snowy abyss and then running close behind. The warriors were all powerful, so much so that the fall didn't even affect them in the slightest. They bared clanking armor that doubled as a mixture of war drums and wind chimes, so many more hundreds of pounds heavier then the warriors that carried; it never even slowed their pace. The snow swirled around each of their bodies while they moved with a speed that caused the space around them to visually blur. The distance was wide but the mission at hand forced them not to break at all.
Blizzard felt the thick metal glove around his paw begin to warm. The image of the hostiles flashed in his mind and with it came a bright blue aura that undulated in his palm, like a fire. He glanced down at the small show of energy and flicked his wrist to dissipate it, making sure not to let his anger get the best of him at the moment. The weakness of the flexing mass was disrupted and vanished as soon as its power source was gone. He cursed under his breath and trained his vision back to the front. As he was leading, he was the first to see the tall structures of the city.
Their pace significantly slowed; approaching the outer limits at great speeds, they could easily be fired upon by being mistaken as the hostiles. The five regrouped with one another in order of rank. Around the city there was a high steel wall with manned turrets set in towers at every corner and point in between. As the warriors came up to an entrance point in the wall, six guards armed with high-powered rifles stepped up to greet the group with laser sights trained.
"Who are you, foreigners?" one shouted, stepping up the closest.
Blizzard lifted his paws in a show of defense. "We're the Terveta that your leader requested," he said, definitely not wanting to set the guard off into a frenzy.
"Liar! The Terveta are supposed to be here in three days--not now!" He was obviously on edge about the whole situation, a complete nervous wreck.
"I bet they're hostiles that have learned a new trick! That would explain why their armor hides everything. They don't want us to see!" another shouted from far in the back, a cowardly act. The husky felt his teeth clench together at the insult, but he didn't allow his anger to boil over like theirs were.
"That does it! Fire!" the lead guard shouted.
Another bright blue fire erupted over his paw. The soldiers of the city steadied their firearms and began to brace their fingers against the crescent-shaped triggers levers when there was an explosion. Blizzard let loose a charged bolt of blue plasma to the one standing closest to him with lightning fast velocity and phenomenal accuracy. The blast hit him square in the chest and ripped the body apart in a flaming mass of burning pieces. The others stood there, stunned by what happened and almost forgetting what they were ordered to do. The Beta stepped up from the side and whipped her paw out at the remaining minority to put her own ability to use in the situation. The rifles the guards were grasping split down the middle and fell from their arms like glass. They stood motionless, gawking at what just happened.
The alpha snarled lowly, and hastily stepped up to the one that was closest after the first. He took the paw that he hadn't used for his plasma bolt and thrusted it for the quivering guard.
"No, please don't hurt me!" he yelled plaintively and raised both arms above his head. Blizzard took a hold of the collar of the thick jacket he wore and hoisted him into the air without trouble. He struggled and yelped for his life but wasn't let down.
"Quiet!" the Alpha snapped.
The guard went stiff and stared into the dark visor. "Y-you really are the Terveta," He said in a huff of cooled breath.
A shift in the four others on the ground was caught in the husky's peripheral vision as his lips pulled back over his teeth in frustration. "Bree?" he called behind him, addressing the Beta.
She flexed her outstretched paw again sending out another wave. The holsters attached to each guard's hip were split from the belt and dropped to the snow as their paws reached for the handguns. On the ground the small-arms weapons were sliced diagonally with another cast of the vulpine, leaving them completely defenseless.
Blizzard watched the others for a short while before returning his eyes back up to the one he was holding up from the ground. "Now are you going to open that door or am I going to have to?" he asked acidly.
"I-I-I will," the other stuttered like a frightened child.
A form of embarrassment went through the husky as he released and lightly hurled the guard backwards through the air. He landed in a flurry of snow with a yelp and scrambled to his feet unharmed with his wolven tail held securely between his legs. They all watched him sprint to the door and press his unsteady finger across a keypad imbedded into the wall. The double panels that they all had stood in front of hummed like a giant nest of hornets, as they began to pull away from each other. Blizzard felt his lips and posture relax before he began forward again.
The group crossed into the city limits, gazing about. Anthros stood on the sidewalks and stared at them with horrified looks. Mothers and fathers pulled their children close, protectively fearing the soldiers might lash out at them. Blizzard sighed and only shook his head at the ignorance that so many citizens were fed. "Come on," he growled to the others, and started off in a run down the road. The brick-paneled streets were shoveled clean of the snow so the sound of their metal footings against the stone clanked loudly and alerted anyone around where they were. The Terveta kept the pace as fast as a civilian's sprint, not wanting to alarm anyone any further then what they had already managed to accomplish.
(copy writed by Chaz Keller)