Prologue
#1 of Fox Hunt
This is a story about two creatures from two different worlds meeting one day . . . and all the crap that happens after that. Basically it.
The story will probably be 30-60 chapters. I will not post it all at once (I promise).
Thanks for reading.
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Fun Factoid: This story was inspired by an episode of Gumby. Really. No. . . really.
Prologue
The fox threw her basket and ran full tilt through the trees, her eyes wide with panic and fear, her mane and tail streaming. Her heart was thrumming in her ears: they were coming. They were coming! Behind her, hooves pounded the earth in steady rhythm, sending small creatures scattering through the underbrush. The horses snorted as they drew ever closer, stamping through the trees in a cloud of dust and swirling red leaves.
"Whoooo HOOO!" howled the foxhounds. The click of rifles cocking, the snap of whips.
The fox sobbed, her lips trembling and breasts flapping as she ran harder. She was clad in a simple deerskin dress. It was summer, so she wore no moccasins, and it was with bare feet that she leapt lightly between the trees, grabbing them to hurl herself between. She knew a hole was nearby, but would she make it before they shot her? They were already firing: tranquilizer darts whizzed past her pricked white ears, slicing through the flowers and bushes in flurries of color.
"Aim for the right awws cheek!"
"They both look right to me!"
The young vixen swallowed hard: if they caught her, they would have their way with her. She ran harder. She could see the burrow down in the underbrush, covered in a tangle of vines. It was small: a cub had dug it out. But she was small enough to get through if only she had the time! She glanced over her shoulder and saw the foxhounds grinning nastily as they aimed. Her heart about stopped.
"Come on, sweethawt! We won't hurt you!"
"We just want your pretty pelt!"
Nasty laughter, stamping hooves, the crunch and rustle of leaves and bushes as the foxhounds pounded for her. Clouds of dust rose to choke her when they suddenly charged.
The vixen ducked under a low branch, thinking with misery that she had never been good with magic and trickery. With a bit of luck, however, she knew she could get away.
"Where are you goin', darling?"
"You'll never make it to your little hole in time!"
Zing. Another tranquilizer cut hard through a bush just near the vixen's eye. She ducked around a tree, pulling the branch back far. The foxhounds kept coming. She waited until she saw the gleam of their horses' eyes and let go: the branch snapped forward, smacking the foxhounds clear off their horses - and into what happened to be a thorn bush.
"Ahhh!"
"Eeeet's ah bloody thorn bush!"
Laughing to herself, the vixen ducked down the hole and disappeared with a whisk of her tail.
The foxhounds twisted in agony as a voice laughed into their minds,
They don't call me Nhlahla the Lucky for nothing.