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Dark was outside in the farmlands ripping an iron rake through the dirt. He had to hurry before it started raining. And considering the sky itself was so black it might as well have been night, it wasn't looking too good.

But in his defense he was giving the rain a run for its money. He was pulling the stray leaves and debris as quickly as draconianly possible. With every jerk, his shirtless abs and most of his entire upper body flexed in unison to haul the rake and its contents along the dirt to prepare for next seasons planting. they had to plant when locust were just barely spawning. otherwise, there was a chance of losing everything. they also had to live far enough from normal civilization to avoid the plague. which was a pretty big concern.

He had decided to sleep in, assuming he could work through the night if need being able to see in the dark did indeed have its advantages; not that it had many disadvantages. But nonetheless he was in charge of removing any stray debris from the plot so that when the rain came, the colony seeders could plant next season's crops. Soon however, he would be old enough to leave. In human society you had to be 18to be considered independent. Here it was different.

You either loved it or hated it not usually an in between. Dark however was a different story he didn't really have any hard feeling against the colony, quite the opposite, he love everyone there, but there was this yearning in the pit of his stomach that someone or something out there needed him, and he intended to find out who, if not simply explore the world for a while. In his headset, he heard someone yelling at him angrily" Dark Demonwing Zero, you get your ass back here this instant before I kick it over the fence and into the wasteland!"

Indeed they did live in a sort of wasteland. However they needed everything that grew for themselves, either to plant or to trade to neighboring colonies, so they could'nt afford to keep livestock. Dark yelled back an affirmative response and looked around, mostly satisfied that he had done his job. And even if he hadnt, nobody would know about it. The officers go around and check work, which was the only "currency", accepted. No need for paper and coins, you don't work, you don't eat, simple, easy.

He packed up the last pile into a bag and tied it to a nearby post for the collectors to see in the morning. And none too soon, it started to rain...fast. Luckily he was faster. Sort of. He spread out his wings as wide as possible, about 13-14 feet twice his high and like a rocket, shot up about 30 feet in a single wingflap,tyen took off in a mix of gliding and jet streaming. As he rocketed over the acres of farmland he couldn't help but look at his wing. It was black, just like the rest of him, with red trim, just like the rest of him, but that mark.....he hadn't thought of it recently...nor had he wanted to. It was the shape of a pentagram, and just felt unsettling. He shrugged it off and found himself at the tool shed within minutes. "You! "He knocked on the 20 by 20 shed that contained all workers equipment in the encampment. A muffled reply "look guy its really late and I was just about to call in some miss-"the metal window slides up to reveal a very tired and middle aged wolf standing in it. He sees it dark and simply rolls his eyes "sleep in again I presume?"

The draconian simply harrumphs to his friend and pulls out his rake and carrying pouch. The wolf busts out laughing at his friend and pats him on the shoulder "' 'sal good bro, I got you for this. just try to get to work on time" Dark grins and smugly says "says the pansy with the cushy shed job, meanwhile poor, tired, old me, is stuck working the feilds,day in and day out. "Dark gives a sort of mock pout. The wolf's ears perk up and he looks somewhere behind the dragon. "What is it huh?" dark asks quizzically.

"Oh...nothing just thought I heard someone talking out there, it being past curfew and all. OH! And speaking of which....."The canine taps his footpad against the grated metal floor making an impatient sound"dont make me get caught out here with you, you know if you get caught out here, you're done for, and when you rat me out then I'LL be done for too... Dark sighed and nodded agreement, "fine", and was off with a wave. He reached his house and went inside, turning on the living room light.

The dimly lit room seemed almost quaint as he stepped thru its selectness to his bedroom. He got there and pulled back the covers. As heavy back he came back to his earlier train of thought on what he would do when he came of age. Maybe he would visit noxia....the city of progress. For as bad of a reputation it has for thieves and murderers, nobody can dispute their ability to invent and constant stream of new technological advances, the more he thought about that first part the more crazy he seemed to himself. Well there's always New York...he used to have a pen pal there before this entire mess happened. Before the whole wasteland thing. Suddenly he was awake to the sound of silence...he stayed still to see if whatever woke him up would make another sound. When it didn't, he mentally shrugged and rolled back over, assuming it was just his weird sleep patterns getting to him. Within seconds he heard in a hushed voice, "ok, move!"

His eyes shot open and he slowly reached for his gun under his dresser. It was taped to the bottom of the drawer. He pulled it away, put it under his pillow, and turned his head towards the door. From the other side of the door, inches from the door, he heard a watch's timer go off. Instantly a bright flash from outside his window cut through the darkness of his room, the light was so bright he was momentarily stunned. He rolled over to the opposite side of the bed away from the door and tried to fix his eyesight. "GO GO GO!" came the same voice as before but shouting now.

The dragon peeked above the bed and saw man after men, filing into the room. They wore, black tees and were all carrying assault rifles in their paws and large shock batons on their hips. The first one that entered slammed his gun but into the bed right below the pillow and dork chose to strike. He jumped up and fired shot after shot into their skulls before they could react. He turned around to check out the window and gasped.

The entire town was on fire...the ENTIRE town....a family of cheetahs could be seen across the small road, two adults and a small child no older than 4 were being dragged out of their houses and thrown on the ground. A device was shoved In their face....it turned red to the first adult and he was shot right there, the blood splattered onto the child who was screaming at this point and was in the middle, the child got a green light, and was being pulled away from the adult, who was fighting to stand up, got a red light and was shot, his grasp on the child's hand evaporated with his life. The child was screaming and dark could even hear the words 'daddy' being yelled desperately. His heart began racing and his birthmark glowed slightly. His breath became shallow and superheated.

Alerted by the gunshots, furs with riot shields came in, about 3 of them, all with stun guns. Dark spun around and hurled himself at the closest one. His sheer body weight crushed the small fur under the shield. The handle audible going through his ribcage and blood pooled beneath it. He turned to the next one and held up a paw to swipe at the shield, but its user aimed it at his paw, holding it back and fired his shot at the dragon's neck. Dark slowed and stumbled a moment but got up, much to the masked fur's dismay. Dark shifted his weight to his left leg, and delivered a kick to the fur, sending him through the wall and into the adjacent room. Keeping with the momentum, he came to the third one and simply pulled the shield away and went to deliver a punch like none other. The third member grabbed his mace and aimed, then fired. Dark howled with pain and dig his finger claws blindly through the mask....it shattered and eviscerated his face, he was an otter. His fur was matted with blood. Dark held the otter by the throat, tightening his grip, threatening to crush his scrawny little neck. "What do you want?!?" the dragon roared at the otter. The smaller being stuttered something incomprehensible and a small dark spot began to form in the front of his pants as he wet himself, finally saying "Y-You!"

The dragon was stuck over the head by something large and hard a burning heat was sent through the back of his skull, threatening to knock him out. He crumpled on the floor, unable to move. His vision was blurry but could see the otter's legs and the wall, since his hand wasn't holding him there the otter stood up straight, and covered the front of his pants. There was a small crater in the wall and blood smeared against it.

The otter slowly reclaimed the retention of his bladder as a d ark shadow covered him and the wall. The silhouette was bulky and somewhat tall. It spoke in a low, British, monotonous voice. "Take him, hell pass out soon, when he does, put him in the truck while we level this fucking backwater town......need to make it look like mass arson. The sound of a match lighting and a small flicker of light, destroying the shadow on the wall were the last thing dark saw before passing out......