Rescue
#1 of Tribal
I lost track of what tags should be there so... meh...
There were so many gunshots, so many screams, I still hear them, they won't leave my mind! Please... have mercy upon me...
"Kill them, kill them all!"
I sat there, watching as my world burned around me, as my whole life bled out into the dirt and grass, the light in its eyes fading away. So, tears in my eyes, I grabbed my bow, knife, arrows, and basic survival gear before I left.
I would stop at the edge of my world before looking back... the fire, the gunshots, my whole life burning... I closed my eyes, feeling the tears stream down my face before I turned and walked away...
I... I needed to get rid of my memories, my horrible memories... so I discarded my name, watching it twist and scream in the fire of time before I donned a new name, one that would remodel me, remold the clay that I was originally made from.
And when it was all over, the fire crackled, the orange flame dancing in front of me, excited that I had been born anew, the wind howling my rebirth to all who could hear its lovely song. The trees and the grass witnessed my soul change into something different.
My old name was no more, broken, shattered, dust in the wind. My new name would be the foundation for which I stand. My new name will be the support I use to rise higher than anyone ever has before.
My old name vanquished like the snake. My new name... my new name given to me by the flame and forged in the winds. I am now Archer...
A fox walked through the forest, his orange accented red fur shifting as the wind blew against him. Every step he took, he made sure it was precise, lest he wanted an injury.
If he had the faintest idea he was being watched, he would probably avoid hiking in this spot. But alas, he did not know he was being followed by the eyes of another. Instead, he simply made his way towards the small clearing at the end. After all, what better place to have lunch than a lovely clearing?
Three things happened. First, a bear would breach the tree line, roaring loudly, scaring the poor fox. Second, an arrow would fly right over the fox's right ear, hitting the bear in the eye. And lastly, the fox would take a step back from the bear, but would lose his footing and fall, rolling down the hill before hitting his head on a rock, knocking himself out.
As the fox lay there, a wolf would appear, holding a bow and arrow in his paws. He would approach the fox before shaking his head. "This is what happens when you don't shoot everyone... oh well, better take care of him."
He would grab the fox's paws before starting to drag him away, pulling him into the part of the forest. Anyone walking by would more than likely miss the wolf dragging the fox deeper into the woods... if they did, they would assume he was a serial killer... thankfully, no one else was around.
"You know... for a fox... you're kind of heavy," the grey wolf would complain, using his body to push away any foliage that might hinder their progress. "Sometimes nature, you don't help very much."
The wind would blow, the tree branches rustling above the wolf, causing him to fold his ears back as he continued to drag the fox back to his camp. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to offend," to which the wind would soon die down, as if accepting his apology.
Groaning, the fox would soon wake up... in a tent? Well, it was a makeshift tent to be precise. Probably made out of... animal skin. Okay then... he would look at the blanket before deciding it had been made by paw. "Wow... someone here sure took the time to hide away from society."
As the fox sat up, he suddenly realized three things. First, his head, ribs, and legs were hurting. Second, he was naked. Third, there was someone outside. Well, they were, till they opened the flap to check on him.
And here he was, staring at the wolf. "Um... hey there... um... who are you?"
"I took care of you when you fell off the trail. Your right ankle is sprained, one of your muscles in your left leg is a bit tight, you bruised your ribs, and you knocked yourself out with a rock so... that should explain the head injury."
"Okay... then why am I naked?"
"Pardon?"
"Why am I naked? You couldn't have checked me while I was still clothed?"
"Well, you can't check for cuts and bruises through clothes."
"Oh... well... fair enough... you didn't... you know..."
The wolf would stare at him, brow furrowing before he asks, "Do what?"
"Well... I'm naked so... you didn't... get grabby or anything, right?"
"Grabby? I touched you everywhere."
"Oh... no, I mean... you weren't... feeling me up or anything, right?"
The wolf just stares at the fox before he says, "I did feel you up. How else am I supposed to search for injuries?"
"No... I mean... you weren't feeling my... junk... right?"
Again, the wolf stared before he said, "No, your 'junk' is outside."
The fox would smack himself in the face, a heavy sigh following after. "No, I mean my cock and my balls."
"What? I never saw a rooster in your junk. Nor did I see any balls."
"My dick! I am talking about my dick," the fox would yell, though winced in pain as his back tensed up. So he would relax, though when he opened his eyes, he saw the wolf... well... it was his reaction.
The wolf seemed... sad... "Uh... you will have to show me what a dick is... cause I've never seen one before so..."
The wolf was talking quietly, eyes lowered, focusing on the ground. So the fox would remove the blanket, making sure everything was exposed to the wolf before he pats his crotch. "This. Did you feel this up like a pervert or anything?"
"Well... I did examine it. I moved your... sheath... around, making sure it wasn't scratched, I shifted your... scrotum around, making sure one wasn't swollen or popped. And then I rolled you over and made sure your backside was okay, mainly your tail."
"And you didn't do anything... weird?"
"Weird?"
"Yeah, such as putting your finger in my rear."
"Oh... no. If I was worried that you had an injury or something inside your rear, I wouldn't use my finger. That's just... ew."
The fox would relax before he says, "My name is Ryan. What's yours?"
"Archer."
"Oh... nice to meet you... Archer..."
The wolf would nod before he says, "If you need anything, I'll be outside." So Ryan would watch Archer turn and exit the tent before sighing heavily. "Wow... that wolf is an odd one..." He would then stretch a bit before rolling on his side, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Archer sat outside, sitting in front of the fire. The teepee could hold three to four if he so desired, but right now, he wasn't really tired. His mind was still focused on the fox yelling at him.
'Did I do something wrong? Was I a poor host?' He didn't even understand that he wasn't even in trouble, it was the fact that he was a little hard to communicate with. So, rubbing his eyes, he would sniffle a bit before he heard, "Archer..."
With a sigh, he would make his way into the tent before he saw Ryan. "Yeah?"
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"Oh... well... outside I guess," and he would shrug a bit, having not thought it through entirely.
"Sleep in here. I'm the guest and you're the host so it would be wrong of me as your guest to let you sleep out there in the cold so... sleep in here..."
So the wolf would nod before he says, "Alright... just let me put out the fire..."
Thirty minutes later, the fox was completely asleep. Archer, however, was awake, staring at one of the 'walls'. He would stare at it, his eyes darting back and forth, his tail fluffing up before he would sigh.
And then he felt an arm wrap around him. His eyes would go wide, mostly because he was naked and Ryan was naked... and they were under the same blanket... but they were far enough away where they wouldn't be touching each other.
Yet here he was, an arm wrapped around him, holding him close to Ryan. And then he felt the fox nip at his ear. 'Oh god...'
"Do you like that baby," Ryan would ask, licking the wolf's neck. Archer would remain silent, not sure how to really answer him. Did he like it? Well... not really...
"Oh baby, I love you so much! The way you work your hips, the way you do that thing with your tongue, the softness of your paws... it drives me wild!"
Now Archer was confused. What thing? What does he do with his hips? What does he do with his tongue? And his paws aren't that soft so... maybe the fox was delusional...
"Katie...," ok, who the fuck is Katie... "You are so hot..."
Archer would roll his eyes before he wiggled away from the fox, to which the fox would roll over and go on about this Katie. Maybe he would ask about it in the morning. Maybe...