The Wall
Did you ever just get that feeling that you need to just write something down? Well, I just did. I've said this time in and time out that music is my life and just now I was listening to Anti-flag, Rammstein and some 60's style surf music and decide to write something...I don't know what yet but it will come to me once the songs change.
It was a cold rainy night, the type of cold that could be felt deep in ones bones, the rain that was lightly falling didn't help much with the cold either. Besides it being cold and wet, it was darker then usual for it was a cloudy moonless night. It was like the inside of a coffin, one could only stare out into the blackness and assume it went on forever but in reality there was a plank five inches from your face. The raindrops echoed through the forest, hitting off the fallen leaves and twigs that littered the ground. Like a tare in the curtain of night a small flame danced as it flickered on top of what seemed to be a torch. Behind it one could see a large wall made from small stones held together by mortar. The wall was Lord Wulfgar's; he had it built about ten years before to try to stop the High Water Clan from invading his land. The wall was about nine meters high and had a set of guards every 50 meters, two archers on top and to swordsmen on the ground. The job to guard the lower part of the wall was set-aside for "undesirables". The two guards, that watched this particular part of the wall, one being a wolf named Till, who had been fighting for his Lord Wulfgar for five years now and the other being a young coyote who had just been reassigned to this post about a day ago. The coyote, Lars, was assigned to this post for well lets just say his "fowl" play in the males bathhouse. Lars never liked being a solider, he had never even seen any combat. Lars was a young but built male his armor and leggings fit him just right. Till was the same, seeing many years of combat he had become hardened, very well built and covered in scars. His armor shown gashes and slash marks from his run ins during battle. The two of them stood about three meters away from one another. It was a lonely job. Lars would look over at Till here and there to see what he was doing making sure he was doing the same but every time he looked over at Till, he noticed him more and more. How his fur looked silky smooth and his rippling muscles under his fur and flesh. As the night grew later and later Lars would look over at Till more and more. Lars's looks did not go unnoticed, Till would catch Lars looking over at him here and there and would return the glances. Even though Lars was built and had the frame of a young male he still seemed to have a famine look to him and once again it did get lonely out here. Till looked up once more to catch Lars staring at him. Till gave a quick growl and Lars turned away quickly, now looking straight ahead. He felt kind of embarrassed being caught checking out his fellow guard. Till gave a quick glance all around to make sure the archers weren't right above them. He walked over to where Lars stood; now only about a meter away, he looked over to Lars who was trying not to make eye contact. Till gave a coy grin as Lars turned his head slowly to see Till now grinning at him. He blushed a bit as he saw Till's paw go to his muzzle and give Lars the sign to "be quite". Till leaned over a bit and placed a paw on the side of Lars's muzzle, moving it over so they were now looking face to face. Till leaned in the rest of the way and kissed Lars's lips. Lars, now surprised, had no idea what was going on, did this wolf want the same thing he desired? Was this a wet dream come true? Lars just enjoyed the kiss as Till now placed his other paw over Lars's crotch, applying a bit of pressure to his growing member. Lars was now convinced that Till wanted the same as he did. Till slowly moved his paw up and down, slowly over Lars member. Lars slid his paw into Tills leggings and grabbed Till's furry orbs in his paw. Till now moved both his paws to Lars's breast plate and started to untie it, having trouble at first, he then managed to get it loose and took it off. Lars did the same to Till. Both of them now stood there, their chests bare, looking into one another's eyes lustfully. Till undid Lars's leggings dropping them around his boots, he then looked up at Lars shuffling closer to him. Lars stood there smiling as he got to his knees. Lars placed a paw on one of Tills bare ass cheeks, pulling him closer to his muzzle. With his other paw, Lars reached up and closed a tight fist around Tills hardened member. He started to hastily stroke Till off. He looked up at Till with a coy grin on his face, quickly going back to his waiting member. Lars opened his muzzle and slowly wrapped his jaws around Tills member. Tills head went back as he placed his paws on the back of Lars's head pulling him down further onto him self. It has been a long time that Till had been posted on this part of the wall, so he didn't last long as the experienced Lars worked his skills upon him. Lars's muzzle filled with Tills thick white seed. Lars then stood up, grinning at Till with his muzzle closed. Lars grabbed his head and pulled him close kissing him deeply, passing Tills seed from his muzzle to Tills. Till was a little surprised at first but warmed up to this and kissed Lars back returning the gift between their open jaws. A trickle ran down Tills muzzle and dripped on to Lars's thigh. They stopped kissing and looked up at each other, there legs intertwined. Till knew what was next and so did Lars. They both smiled coyly at each other, Till then turned around and placed his paws on the wall and spread his legs, slightly bent over he moved his tail to the side, now exposing his tail hole. Lars looked on with shear excitement and grabbed his hardened member and moved closer to Till's voluptuous buns. When all of the sudden, the silent night air was shattered by the loud sound of a spear smashing into the mortar of the wall. The spear's head buried deep into the wall and the end was still vibrating from the forceful impact. The spear stuck in the wall about chest level, right in-between the two, who were now only about a meter apart. They both looked at each other in an utter horrid shock and then to the spear and back out into the abyssal darkness of the forest, from which the spear came. Lars's eyes were wide open as were Till's. Till, still naked with his leggings around his ankles turned and looked out into the dark, hoping a fellow guard was playing around with the two. Lars too turned to look out into the forest. All of the sudden a slight whooshing sound was heard coming straight at the two, the sound grew louder and louder but before they could comprehend to what the sound was it was too late. A small hatchet like weapon came spinning out of the darkness and smashed into Lars's bare chest. The force was so great it flung him up against the wall. His eyes were wide open as he gasped for air. The small hatchet, with its long slender handle decorated with feathers and carvings, was buried into his chest. The blade had split his sternum like kindling. The sharpened blade on the heavy head of the hatchet ripped through his lungs with ease stopping against his spine. Lars slid down the wall until it looked as if he were sitting. He gasped for air as his thick red life force ran down his bare fur collecting in a pool on his lap. As he tried to breath he choked a bit as he coughed out pieces of his thrashed lungs mixed with blood. He managed to get one last breath in as his body shuttered and his head then fell. He sat there, his body limp and his head hung low as blood trickled out of his open muzzle. This all happened in a matter of seconds. Till stood there in shock. Before he could act, the sound of someone running at him was heard. Till turned at looked to where to sound was coming from. Just as he turned, a lone assassin rushed him. It was happening so quickly, but Till seemed to notice the tiny details of this assassin. It always seemed like things happen in slow motion, one could see the details of something or someone but at the same time never being able to react, almost as if one was frozen. The assassin was human, one of the very few left, probably the only one left. The warring clan, the High Water Clan, was known for its human who was skilled in the art of war. Stories had been told about this human who showed no mercy and had no desire to take slaves. The Human clan was once a great clan their entire culture revolved around war, it was even believed that they even ate the flesh of their fallen victims. This particular human was bare chested and wore baggy black pants with nothing on his feet. His upper body and face were painted with ravens blood and charcoal. There were combinations of handprints and lines resembling lighting bolts on his chest. The lower part of his face was painted half black with a red stripe under his eyes. The sides of his head were shaved, leaving only a single strip of hair from his forehead to the back of his neck. By using pine sap the assassin made this strip of hair into a large fin that stood straight up and had tied feathers and small bits of bone into it. The assassin rushed at Till drawing his sword with lighting speed. Before Till could register what was happing the assassin had jumped into the air and disappeared into the darkness of the night, only to reappear right above Till. The assassin came down onto Tills shoulders, the weight of the assassin caused Till's knees to bend a bit but the assassin stood firmly on top of his shoulders. Till's eyes opened up wide, his jaw dropped open, and his arms fell limp. He stood there naked and exposed with the epiphany of Death standing on his shoulders. The assassin lifted his sword up over his head and drove the blade down into Till's back. The point of the blade entered just where the spine crossed behind the shoulder blades or right where neck meets the back. The force behind the blade drove it in about six inches severing the spinal column with a quick snapping noise as the cartilage was instantly cut. In a quick counter clockwise motion, the assassin forced the blade in a circler motion around Till's head. The blade moved in front of his muzzle cutting its way through his collarbone and ribs around in front of his sternum back into his ribs, through the other collarbone and stopping at the entry point. This all took place in a matter of seconds. The assassin bent his knees and as if he were a grasshopper, he sprung off Till's shoulders ripping his blade from Tills back, twisting in mid air into a back flip, he landed square on the spear that was lodged in the wall. His weight caused the spears long shaft to bend quite a bit. Once again he used his powerful legs to jump into the air. The recoil from his entire weight landing on the spear at once, acted like a springboard shooting him straight into the night sky, easily clearing the wall and landing silently on the ramparts. Till fell to his knees and then fell back onto Lars's lap. He gasped for air for the blade had severed his trachea and blood bubbled out of his neck. He laid limp in his dead comrades lap. He tried to move but couldn't. He looked up into Lars's wide staring eyes and he could feel the warmth of Lars's blood running down the side of his face that collected in a pool in his lap right where Till fell. Tears fell from his eyes as he tried so hard to stand up but his body would not react. He then tried to cry out for help, but this only made his wound open up more letting the blood flow out in truants. His eyes snapped back open as his lungs filled with his own blood. In a few moments he lay still, his muzzle was wide open with a trail of blood on both sides and his eyes stared into Lars's, but seeing nothing. Not but a few moments ago the two of them were alive and now they both lay dead. There lives taken in the moment of passion, a moment that could have changed there lives forever, the seed of love, but this moment of passion was just an opportunity for an awaiting assassin who was watching to catch one of the guards, off their guard. One opportunity exchanged for another. By this time that assassin was on the archers walk way. He slowly creped up behind one of the archers, the archer turned to complete his walk back and was confronted by our assassin who jammed his sword into his solar plexus. He let go of his sword handle pushing the archer away with his other hand. In mid fall the assassin grabbed an arrow and the bow from the archer. The archer crashed to the ground, his arrows spilling out and light armor making some noise. These loud noises caused the other archer to turn quickly drawing his bow. But this was stopped as an arrow lodged it self into his neck. The shaft went clean through stopping at the feathers; he was dead before he even knew it. The assassin dropped the bow and retrieved his sword and wiped the blood off. He slowly walked passed the archer with the arrow in his neck, he stopped. He looked back at the two dead archers and then to Till and Lars. He let out a slow sigh and shook his head slowly. "Why?".... He said silently in his human language. He sheathed his sword and turned to look at his real objective, the large outpost that was lit up like a million candles off in the distance. "Just dust in the wind, dust in the wind"...he said trailing off and at that he took off running and as quickly as he came he disappeared into the blackness of the night.