Vulpieri Pawpad Chapter 1
A story about the character Vulpieri Pawpad, first chapter in an ongoing story.
This story contains violence, blood, and adult language. If this offends you I suggest that you click the back button now.
Also this story is a work in progress, just going to see how well it's recieved before I upload more. Thank you! ^_^
Vulpieri Pawpad
Chapter 1
Fuck off.
A lithe brown haired, orange furred fox sat slumped over the mahogany bar, his long black trench coat hiding his slender frame as well as the cushioned bar stool. The fox, holding the cheap small glass in the crook of his paw, flicked his tail from side to side irritably. The amber liquid gleaming in the dim light of the smoke filled bar as Vulpieri stared into the small vial of whiskey, the smell of mixed brands of tobacco sweeping around the room, infecting every fur there with a sharp almost sweet scent. Tipping his head back and tilting the shot glass over his open mouth, he spilled the taste of Crown Royal to the back of his throat.
From the back of the room a black bear grinned malevolently at the darkly clothed vulpine, a feeling of lust stirring deep inside him as the vast amount of alcohol he had consumed began to dull his inhibitions. Slowly standing up from the table he was sitting, swaying from side to side slightly he stumbled across the poorly lit room to the bar where Vulpieri sat unaware.
"Hey there slutty fox!" The inebriated Bear practically bellowed in his stupor. "You look like you wanna take a big cock." Setting his glass back down the fox straightened up in his chair slowly as the bulky ursine breathed lewdly over the smaller creature. Clearing his throat the smaller fur turned slowly to the drunken fool, locking a dead set glare that could burn a hole through concrete.
"Fuck off."
"What did you say to me ya punk? "I said, Fuck... Off... Did you get me this time or are you as deaf as you are ugly?"
The bear growled loudly at the fox, kicking the barstool out from under the creature and onto the ground. With quick timing the vulpine tumbled backwards, flipping his long coat against his back to prevent it from blinding him as he recovered his footing. Standing up slowly the obviously smaller fox dusted himself off, and laid a couple of 20 dollar bills on the counter. "My turn." said the fox hoarsely as he pivoted on his left foot, his right leg extending in a viciously powerful kick that connected right in the bear's crotch, bringing the large animal down to his knees. Using the bears momentum the fox grabbed the beast by the ears connecting his knee directly into the bear's chin. Barreling into the ground, holding his crotch and spitting a mouthful of blood and shattered teeth into the ground the large bear whimpered as the lithe vulpine stepped over the debilitated drunk, leaving him sobbing in his own blood and shattered pride.