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This is a short story I made a few months ago. The original story is not furry, but I made adjustments to the version I'm uploading here. I will upload chapters regularly. Ch1: The Boy at the Bus Stop He was alone in the pure white world. The snow seemed to gather around him as the pale feline stood staring down the road. He wore an eggshell colored jacket with off-white pants that blended in flawlessly with the winter storm. The cat's hair was a fine silver; almost translucent against his fair pelt. He pushed it aside absently as his gaze traveled from down the road to where I was standing on the other side. It took me a minute to register that I was caught in his icy blue gaze. I shuffled nervously. The kitty went to my school, but he and I never spoke to each other. He was sort of artsy, and I was...NOT artsy. I occassionally saw him at football games but beyond that, he was a stranger. However, I had this sudden urge to talk to him. Maybe it was becuase he was so weird looking, or maybe it was his aloof nature. I can't quite say. Dispite myself, walked over toward him as quick as I could. He jumped, startled by my sudden rush at him. I slowed down a little and stood beside him, awkwardly facing down the road. It suddenly dawned on me that he was waiting at the bus stop. "Six? " I asked glancing up at the numbers on the bus sign. The boy nodded, his pale colored eyes fixed on me. " Yeah," He replied. His voice was calm and wistful. "I'm going on bus six to the mall. You too?" "Yeah, I need to buy some pants." I lied as best as I could. I was just out and about; I wasn't going anywhere in particular. "I'm Snow." The boy said extending his hand. "You're Greyson, right? Greyson Marx?" "Yes...I am..." I gripped his paw roughly and shook it. He had a nice grip for a small guy. "How do you know me?" The pale cat shrugged. "Eh, you're pretty well-liked amongst the girls at school." I smiled inwardly; he was absolutely right. TSHHHHH!!! I jumped, completely unaware of the bus pulling up behind me. Snow shook his head and stifled a chuckle. "Come on, Greyson, get on the bus if you want pants." He called stepping into the sliding doors. His teasing got the better of me, and I rushed to the bus behind him.
Hey there all. I have to say this place is totally awesome~ I feel so welcome and warm here and I appreciate all the new friends Ive made even so far. :3 But... - He'd kinda fidget his footpaws, nervous like ya know? - I just want a teeny bit more. Hrmm. An extra special friend for when the nights get especialy lonely, like tonight! So, Im an extra fluffy red and white wolfox who's a little... girly hah. Shhh! ^///^ I have a variety of tastes and Im very attentive, and I keep up on current events. Heh. I am super physical. I adore cuddles, nuzzles, hand holding and everything else! PDA approved. :3 I have a thing for butts, so do be fine with booty touches! Otherwise I want someone whos happy to share their day, and lemme be all affectionate and lay on them. Certainly online is fine. - Nods happily, his tail wagging slightly. - Im a little shy, and hah, certainly nervous so be easy on me ladies.
This is a background to a picture that I ahve but apparently havent loaded to teh internets anywhere. I'll link it when i scan and upload. PICTURE There was smoke from the grenades rising all around me. Comrades fell left and right from the shells that barraged us from all sides. Plasma cannons assaulted our position. Breaths silently seeped through the shattering explosions, and I heard the despair from their souls. I was in this war not for victory. "I didn't come here to win this war, men," I said, covering my face to block a wave of shrapnel, holding tight to the blue heart pendant in my fist. "If you didn't know, those bastards stole something of mine. I want it back." "What'd they steal?" "They stole the person I love the most." I pulled myself over the edge of the foxhole and fired rounds into the frey, taking each step solidly and boldly, aware of every bullet that sailed past my body. The troops behind me rolled out and followed suit, coving my position, surpressing the incessant fire that ebbed from the front ahead. Though, one by one the men behind me fell, they pressed forward, constantly at my heels, firing as if they wouldn't live to fight again. I didn't know where I was going. I couldn't see much past a few yards of dead soldiers ahead of me. I sure as hell couldn't hear much of anything. That instinct that had driven me since the day they took Ardyn from me, that has driven every step of my search for her. The fur on the back of my neck stood up. My ears perked and turned at the sound of a battlecry. Another battalion of men pressed forth a handful of meters away, and within my range of sight, a woman tore through them, hurling plasma into their ranks. There was a fury in her eyes that seemed misplaced, a fury I knew but didn't, at this point, understand. Ardyn fought without grace, driven by pure anger. My gaze was broke by a blade plummeting down toward my head, beckoning me to defend myself and fight. Each of those men that fought with me fell without my knowing. The battle was feirce, and it was a task to keep myself alive. With a swipe of my gun, I concussed a foe, and no sooner had he cleared my line of sight than did a surge of plasma rip into my left abdomen, tearing apart my arm, spewing my gut, and burning me shut with a force to throw me to the ground. Dazed, I saw the sky, the blood red sky, sending the dark clouds above me. I felt pain, I knew pain. I...I knew that I had come not to win the war. I had come for her. But she shot me. I'm dying. I'm dead and there's no way that I can possibly survive. Tears from the sorrow welled in my eyes, though I couldn't sob with half my body blown away. What can I even do now? Despair flooded me, and I lay and cry until a soldier was blasted over me, slightly bumping the glove of the arm that was severed. Ardyn's heart pendant still rested, stuck between the joints of the glove. The arm of my suit was still connected though my arm was severed, and my mission returned to my head. You came for her, child. Win your war. By some act of God, I turned and propped myself up on my gun, slowly fumbling to my feet, my insides bleeding and moving outward. Both friend and foe alike stopped and stared at my smoking corpse rising and walking acrossed the battlefield. "Ardyn!!" my foes called out. "Ardyn?" my comrades questioned. "Ardyn," I whispered. "I came for you, Ardyn." She released the soldier's throat in her hand, at which point he tried to strike, and a comrade disabled his strike. Ardyn's anger instantly washed away with joy and then an instant, overwhelming sorrow. She let out a cry as her bloodied hand came over her mouth. Sobs pulsed over her, and tears rushed from her eyes. Frozen by the shock, I was forced to walk to her. With every step, dust puffed from beneath the boots on my feet. The sound nearly boomed with the silence around us. Our eyes were locked, both with rivers flowing down our cheeks. At last, I came to her, stared into the eyes that I had known, the eyes that held the passion for my soul, the eyes of she who brought me out of complacency to my destiny, and I collapsed into her arms. Relief flooded my veins, and sorrow flooded my heart. However, everything was right. She held me, and she was free. My mission was complete. "Ardyn." "They told me your men killed you," she sobbed. "I came for you."
Dark, velvet skies and the ivory points of light within the skies blanketed the Earth and looked down upon where we were, in a broken home, a shattered house with a crumbled roof collapsed on a wooden floor. Flashing lights from explosions and zipping sparks of bullets glowed in the distance as I sat before the dust covered piano on the edge of the bed. It was a small town that housed the fighting, miles away from any city significant enough to be attacked by the bio weapons that came forth from the disagreement of how to handle the asteroid coming to Earth. So, there we were, fighting for everything we wanted to live well in our last hours. I put my fingers on the keys of the piano, the cracked and finger-loved keys. The chords echoed slightly in the rubble-strewn room. "Brady, why don't you play something happy?" Alex said from a chair that looked over the broken wall to the stars and the town. "It's the end of the world," I replied. "How about something epic?" My fingers worked mindlessly as I stared over the top of the piano to Alex's face. I was lost in the way her solemn and still face was framed by a decimated wall and a horizon of stars. She had her arms wrapped around herself, keeping her hands against her warm body and away from the slight breeze that blew the chill of the late October air across the land. Her hair whisped around her ears and fell back onto the hood of the hoodie she wore. When she looked over to me, she smiled so purely, as if there was nothing wrong with the world, and there never was, and never would be. I smiled in turn, playing softer and softer as the battle in the town dimmed, slowed, and silenced itself. One last explosion popped and rocked the surrounding land as I hit the last chord so that it was barely audible. Alex and I looked to the war-torn town as echoes from the blast faded. I let my hands slip from the keys onto my thighs as the night grew quiet. "Have you ever laid yourself out beneath the stars before?" Alex asked as she looked up. "I have, time and time again, and I never get enough. There's infinity out there, though, so I'll have my fill," I answered as we looked at each other. She yawned slightly and got up, walking to the edge of the room to look out upon the land as she stuffed her hands in the pouch of her hoodie. "Alex," I said after a moment, "if you're tired you should get some sleep." "Brady, I haven't slept for three days. I haven't thought of sleeping since the world doomed itself by launching diseases to the cities of the world because we couldn't agree on how to blast that rock out of the sky before it incinerates the face of our planet. Before that, I didn't think of sleeping until I got to your side." "Then at least come here and watch the stars with me." Alex came over and crawled onto the bed, sitting in the layers of blankets and pillows we stacked there that morning after the roof fell in from a nearby explosion. I leaned back and rested my head on her lap, staring up to her face, again with stars splashed in the background as a breeze brushed her hair back. She ran her hand around my face, looked up at the stars as well, and then leaned back, resting her head on the pillows while she kept a hand cradled around my chin. As we stared at the stars, I heard a gentle beat, and focusing on it, I turned my ear to Alex's warm stomach and followed the sound to her chest where her heart beat calmly, quietly, and smoothly. The rhythm of her heart lulled me nearly into a joyous sleep after I curled myself up and held my hands close to myself as a child would do. "Brady," Alex said pleadingly, "please, don't sleep." I opened my eyes and listened to her speak. "I don't want you to sleep away the end of your existence. I couldn't let you do that." I sat up and moved my head to the pillows and stretched out beside her. "The end of my existence isn't really something I'm interested in seeing unfold before me," I said, looking to the stars scattered above us. "How about the beginning of forever, the end of all things bad, all things that harmed you and I, that harmed anyone at all?" "That is something that I would give my life to see," I stated with a nod and a smile before Alex clasped my hand at her side. Turning my head, I looked to her. She was staring into the cloudless sky with tears running down the side of her face. "Hey," I whispered, "where's your smile?" She looked at me momentarily and then buried her head in my shoulder, crying softly and breathing deeply. I wrapped her in my arms and rolled onto my back, holding her tightly and consolingly as I looked above. "It's the end of the world," she spoke. "How can I smile?" "It's the beginning of forever." A silent hum arose and grew louder second by second. Alex looked up and out at the town, still dark and tranquil. I said nothing and looked above as Alex rolled over and sat up a little, looking around the room for the source of the growing noise. Slowly, the sky grew brighter, as if the sun were rising in seconds instead of hours. With my hands folded on my stomach, I watched the air above me as it began to glow. Searing air burned and cracked and exploded around the asteroid as it tore past miles above in fragments of what it used to be. The heat warmed Alex and me as it radiated from the magnificent, streaking fire across the sky, blocking out the black above, tearing the dark velvet of the sky, and overpowering the light of the ivory stars within. Static filled the air, the sky, my ears, and I could hear nothing as I was overwhelmed by the light, by the heat, by the sound: the general chaos of an ending world, of a new beginning. All became quite for a minute, long enough for my eyes to readjust, for my ears to stop ringing, for the sweat on my skin to cool me off. "Alex," I said not moving from where I lay, "you were right. The end of all things is amazing. Thanks for keeping me awake long enough to see it." She said nothing, and I sat up to see her sitting with her hands folded in her lap. Her gaze was out toward the horizon before she let her head fall and her hair hang in her face. As the asteroid hit the ground miles and miles away, sending out the foreshadowing tremors of a cataclysm, I reached out and grabbed her shoulder. As she looked up at me, I smiled wide and pure. "I love you," I said, laughing, "now and forever more. Who said the end was all that bad?" She smiled slightly at that and drew nearer, rester her forehead against mine so that we were eye to eye. "I love you, too," she said, bringing back her smile as she lightly kissed me while a rushing wave of dust and fire crashed over us, sending us as ashes to the stars. How about the beginning of forever? I'll love you forever more.