Takes its toll
#1 of The Shadow
In a dark, dingy little hallway of a decaying old warehouse; in which the only light came from a single light that swayed from a long drippy cable, making all objects cast moving shadows; spooky... "Hey come check this out," a guard chuckled, pointing with his rifle to a calendar hanging from the wall; it had an erotic picture of a female posing upon it; the date was way off, not checked for at least six years. Silence, he spins around - angry at being ignored, "Dude! I sai-unf!" darkness took over... --- Suddenly the door burst open, a fat well-dressed lion charges in, "Flowkrad! You're sleeping again; what's up with you?!" Flow jumps up from his seat, standing up straight, and saluting as if by habit. "Nothing sir- I'm just fine!" the wolf blurts out, clearly half asleep, clouded black eyes shot red, "Get the work done or you're fired, you cocksucker!" the door slammed; making the room quiver. "Fucktard... " The lion stormed around, "Sleeping again was he?" piped up a small male fox, working at a little desk. "Y'know if I catch that faggot sleeping one more time he's fired," "Now sir, be fair on him he's had a hard life and all," the fox squeaks "I don't give a shit if he died and came back from hell, that cock-loving bitch wolf in there is a lazy, good-for-nothing little twerp! And if you think of sticking up for him, your job is history," he waves a finger, putting the fox in his place before thundering off. Slowly, the little fox stands, and pads into the room, he spots the young looking wolf laid out on a couch in the corner, looking about seventeen years old, quiet tall, dressed scruffily in messy white shirt that he left open at the top to showing off some of his chest. His legs adorned with baggy black bondage pants. He was skinny, his fur long and messy; a rich tawny color with random splashes of mocha. "Hey you sleepy-head." The fox giggled, walking on over, he places a paw on Flow's chest, rubbing it tenderly. The wolf murred, eyes sliding open, "Mrr, heya Sepp." "...I'm guessing you had to go out again last night?" Flow simply nodded his head, and pulled Sepp into a passionate kiss; eyes closing again... The fox straddled himself over Flow's belly, both the male's arms coiled around each other, and held warmly... tightly. Once the kiss was broken, they fell into a small silence, and just enjoyed each other's warmth. Sighing eventually, Sepp pushes his nose under the wolf's chin. "Flow you have to stop... it's gonna kill you." "It won't-" "YES!.. It will," the wolf growled, turning his head to the side and frowning. "You can't keep going on without rest, without it you'll just be tired and get more sloppy-" "I can take care of myself," Flow butts in suddenly, still frowning. Sepp sighed, sitting up on top of the wolf to look down to him. "I know you can, but not when you're tired... "There was a harsh silence once more; Sepp just stared down to Flow, eyes spiralling with concern. "Get off, Hun," the wolf mutters, the fox does so, standing up next to the couch slowly. Flow pushes up from his arm and sits, slumping over, he props his elbows from his knees. BANG! The door flew open, both males jumped up (Flow standing and saluting again), the lion stood at the door, scowling. "You two, what the fuck are you doing!?" he yells out, in a steamy hot rage. Flow face slowly turns to a scowl, and he growls deeply within his throat, Sepp hears this, and quickly shakes his head to Flow. "Awwh, what? Is the faggot getting angry!? Sepp, get the fuck out of here, I'll speak to you lat-" "You won't do shit," Flow growls out, head kept low, though his darkened eyes stayed fixed upon the lion. Taken back by this, he fixates himself with Flow. "You fucking fat homophobic moron, you can't get a girlfriend so you please yourself over my ass! And, you get off over walking all over me!" "You're fired!" The lion bellows out, "I quit!" Flow screams in return, all the time Sepp was cowering beside the wolf, clinging to his side. For a second they were quiet, except Flow, and the boss, they had tempers fuming inside of them, their eyes never broke contact. Flow's teeth were half bared the neat row of fangs - sharp for someone his age. Whilst the lion's much more mature fangs could be seen... "Sepp... go hide," the wolf mutters, the fox scrambles off, and takes cover behind the couch, whimpering. Flow just stood there, calm, with his dark eyes glaring to the lions with a heated passion to kill him, "Boss... or, rather... should I call you Jason." "How dare you..." the lion growls "How dare I call you by your name? Oh I am sorry," Flow replied, with a high tone of sarcasm in his voice. Then the fun started... Jason lunges forward, growling deeply with anger, he ran towards Flow, who would bring his paw up, just as the lion got close to him, landing a hard upper-cut under his chin, sending the brute tumbling back and flat onto his back. Flow stood back up calmly, his paws slipping into the large pockets of his bondage pants. With a groan, the large lion stands himself up, a paw rubbing his chin, blood leaking from his nose. He drives forwards again; arms out to the sides, his claws exposed as he ran at Flow, the wolf bends his knees, and jumps up, placing a booted foot harshly down onto Jason's head, forcing him to trip over, and land with another thud. Flow had literally walked over the lion. A loud, heart stopping roar made poor Sepp cower down behind the couch. Flow, quickly spun around, paws slicing snappishly up for defence, yet his tiredness slowed him, and he was swept from his feet by a charging Jason, Flow growled out in panic. Sepp peers out from his hiding place behind the couch, just in time to see Jason with his shoulder unto Flow's belly, his fists pounding into the wolf's face blindly, ram Flow with force, and a loud boom, sending the room into a small shiver against a solid wall. Flow slowly went limp. Jason steps back, and stands up, letting Flow's unconscious, and bruised body flop down to the floor... Then, Jason straightens out his suit with a quick tug of his shirt downwards, and a few pets here and there, he turns, and shoots a glare to Sepp, growling. The little fox scampers back, right against the wall, till his back was flat to it, and in no time Jason was hanging over him, a small growl mixed with his words, "Sepp, Sepp, Sepp..." he says just to be intimidating over the fox. He lowers down to be crouching, and leans forward close to Sepp, his paw wrapping about the fox's neck. Whimpering madly, Sepp closed his eyes, with quick panic breaths being taken, "Pl-please s-s-sir..." he pleads. This only made Jason smirk, and grip, he didn't notice Sepp's eyes flicker upwards over his shoulder... Suddenly a pair of tawny arms wrap around the lion's neck, and with one quick jerk, a loud gross click echoed, and marked the end of Jason's life... Flow lets the body fall down. Blood dripped from the wolf's mouth and nose, his eye was swollen, and painfully kept shut; his lips at random parts were also swollen of a darkened red colour, with blood oozing out. Sepp sprung up, and quickly lays an arm over Flow's shoulders, and guides the hunched-over wolf to sit on the couch, "Flow..." he speaks, whispering, the wolf looks up, grunting, with his arms crossed over his belly. "We have to get out of here," Flow says, looking over the dead lion's body, how his head was bent at a sickening angle. It didn't take long before a tall horse dressed in a lose white shirt, and trousers peeks his head into the door, his eyes go wide at the sight of the dead lion, until he spots Flow, and Sepp, he blinks, "Err... well... you always did say you'd kill him... hu?" the horse says, voice low and gruff. "He started it..." Flow mutters, placing an arm around Sepp, and holding him softly, he could barely keep his head up without wincing. "C'mon, Sepp... lets get outta his shit-hole." with that he stands himself up, with a low groan of pain; paw clutching his stomach, and the little fox and wolf walked out, the large stallion stepped aside, casting an eye over the mess of a room, before he shrugs. "Why didn't I just do that? Damn wolf beat me to it!" With a shrug of his shoulder, he laughs. "Ahh well, he'll be a hero for that!" * * *
A cool breeze whistles through the long, swaying blades of grass causing a constant rustling noise that seemed to elevate in pitch, and volume with a powerful gust. The colour of the lush grass was distorted by the dark shadow of night over the land; a moon was high in the sky - full, with its white light. Over vast hillsides, there was just one lonely stretch of grey road that cut right through it, along that road (with a long driveway) there was a secluded house; secluded, but it was shocking, a mansion. From each of its windows a yellow glow was emitted, showing the rooms which had occupants. From her window, Jess could see the beauty of the hills, the moonlight always made them look mystical, and secretive. Often she found her mind wondering, what could be hiding in them? Could there be someone lying in that grass right now; could there he a highly trained assassin, looking at her from the scope of their highly-accurate sniper rifle with that cross hair fixed on her forehead. The thought scared her, that's possible, her father was a business man with a bad reputation against him; as his only daughter she would be one that people would go after to get to him. She lifts her head to a knocking sound, without waiting for an answer, a tall fox opens the door, dressed in a suit, and peeks his head around, "Jess!" he looks around the room slowly, and frowns at the mess, "Tidy this shit-hole up. Then get down-stairs and help your mother cook dinner, I'm going to pick up your uncle from town. And if you cheek him, little miss O'Neil, you will regret it!" With this said he just walked out, slamming the door behind him. Sighing, Jess slips from her chair, and started to tidy up her room...