In pursuit of freedom.
The story is about a Fox, you will get to know over the course of a few or more chapters.
The story will contain sexual themes and other non PG ventures.
Forewords: I am not a writer, nor is English my first language.
This is mostly for my own amusement, seeing where this journey leads to.
The story is about a Fox, you will get to know over the course of a few
or more chapters. The story will contain sexual themes and other non PG ventures.
A Fox Tale - By FawX.(chillfawx)
In pursuit of freedom.
The sounds of the arrows swooping past my ears hastened my step, and kept me awake and on my toes.
I ran as fast as I could, but most of it was stumbling over rocks and limping.
The fox was at the advantage believe it or not, because the sky had cracked and the rain
was drowning the forest. The clouds had covered me with darkness as I made my escape,
and made it harder to follow my movement. The rain however made my tracks that more visible,
and they did not need to follow the trail of blood alone.
I had needed to take a rest for hours, as my eyes where heavy and my breath strained.
But if I were to close my eyes I would surely be dead in minutes, and only I choose where my life will end.
Not here in a pile of blood and arrows, oh no I had surely seen worse scrapes in my past.
Just not with an arrow in my leg slowing me down.
The small hill that ended abruptly under my feet sent me tumbling down in a ball of fur till I hit
my back against a tree. It knocked me unconscious for what seemed like but a moment.
But as I came to on my adrenaline alone, I groaned as my back snapped back into place.
My legs would not move, I could hear my hunters just above the hill, my heart started racing fast.
I started to hit my legs trying to lift them by force in frustration."Get up, get going you useless...you want to die here? huh?"
I cursed at my legs, as I heard the sky echo out an ear deafening thunder, with a lightning bolt lightning up the sky.
There I saw it, the eyes peering down at me. They were filled with anger, rage and fatigue.
The sky cracked open once more, and a bolt of lightning flashed behind the Wolf.
It was like if time suddenly stood still, the rain drops reflecting in the last visible light of the day,
seemed to fall in slow motion all around me. My eyes however were fixed at the arrow flying off the bow of the wolf straight in front of me.
It looked like a bird sailing slowly trough the air, I was paralyzed but somehow fascinated by the arrow.
As it approached my eyes shut down, having the time to think this was it.
I could hear the head of the arrow piercing me and the muffled sound of it hitting wet wood.
This woke me up in a loud scream, now fully awake, I found out to my now seemingly endless luck, it had only scraped my arm.
Suddenly my senses where clear once more, and I leapt to my feet, and bolted a few steps on all fours.
I heard the wolf scream after me in rage, I did not care to hear what he had to say as I leapt forward at full
speed up the small slanted tree line. And suddenly all the sounds died out all around me, and I found myself weight less.
It took me a moment to realize as the moon cleared from the clouds, that I was hurling down a vast cliff side.
There was a river flowing straight underneath me, and once again time seemed to stop flowing.
I was thinking as I curled up hugging myself. At least they did not get me.
This made me smile and feel warm all over, I had no more time to react before it all turned black.
To be continued...