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Ryft Darkpaw

Ryft sat bolt upright in his bed, awakening in a cold sweat for the fourth time in the past three days. He glanced quickly around the unfamiliar room, his fear growing as his only half-awake mind raced to make sense of his surroundings. He snatched his lighter off the stand beside him, flipping it open and lighting it in one swift motion. A flame crackled into existence above the nozzle, casting an illuminating flicker over the floor and sending shadows twisting across the walls. His breathing was deep as he tried to calm himself after the ordeals that his most recent attempt at rest had brought upon him. Sighing as he recognized his location, the reminder of his predicament became painfully clear once again. He was alone. Completely and utterly alone.

Tears sprang unbidden to his eyes and he quickly wiped them away, mentally scolding himself for being so childish. He had been on his own for twelve years now. Loneliness wasn't new to him, so why was he reacting so strongly to this constant fact in his life?

He smacked the lid over the lighter, extinguishing the flame and plunging the windowless room back into darkness. He replaced the device on the table beside him, letting his fingers trail over the glyph engraved in the metal casing.

Rolling back over onto his side, he placed his head on his pillow and pulled the sheets up to his shoulder. After curling into a ball, he drifted into the black void of sleep.

The sun rose, shining the brilliance of a new day upon the small abandoned house just inside the city limits that Ryft the fox called home.

He groaned as he woke after yet another restless night, swinging his legs out over the edge of the bed. As he stood, he glanced around the sparse room at the objects that he had accumulated over the years. He strode over to the full-size mirror that he salvaged from a condemned building a few blocks away and stared at his reflection, taking in every aspect of his teenage body.

His fur was the color of a dying ember with a shading of black throughout, fading to white on his chest and belly and around his muzzle. His paws and the tip of his tail were midnight black, lending him a dark, shadowy aura.

Turning away from the image, he snatched his black jeans off the back of the solitary chair abiding in his room and pulled them on, securing them about his waist with a black and white checkered belt. He ran his paw across the leather delicately, remembering his good fortune and joy in finding this treasure.

He sighed and grabbed his black trench coat from the seat of the chair and returned to the mirror, slipping his lighter into his pocket and placing arms through the sleeves.

Once again he stood before the mirror, gazing at himself. With the black clothes covering most of his slightly brighter fur, he appeared to melt into the shadows behind him. The baggy coat also hid his thin but muscular arms, giving him a small advantage over his opponents in a fist fight. He smiled as he recalled the countless creatures he'd beaten with a single surprising punch.

Tearing himself away from his reflection, he walked through the doorway into a larger room with windows adorning the walls. He continued through this vacant room and into the growing sunlight, shielding his eyes with an upraised paw as he stepped out onto the street.

As he was debating where to begin another day, a pair of figures staggered from the mouth of an alley behind the fox. His sensitive ears perked up as he heard the sound of light footfalls slap against the asphalt to his back.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the quiet noise of the two potential threats' movements and breathing. As they approached, he heard the telltale "snick" of a blade flipping open and he ducked just in time to hear and feel a knife swing through the air where his head had been mere seconds before.

His body began acting on its own as he leapt forward, barrel rolling into a kick. He felt his foot paw connect with something hard moments before hitting the ground in a roll topped off with an about-face spin.

He opened his eyes and beheld a wolf standing a few yards away, smiling devilishly while he looked over at his companion, a tabby cat who was lying in a crumpled pile on the side of the road. The wolf shook his head of brown fur and made a clicking noise of admonishment at the cat. He spoke, a light Russian accent leaping from his lips with the words.

"Now is that the proper way to greet someone you don't know, Val?"

The feline pushed himself to his feet, snarling at the wolf in reply.

Seeming not to notice the distasteful reaction, he crossed his arms with the disturbing smile still playing about the corners of his mouth and addressed Ryft in a polite tone. "I am called Dimitry Krozov. My violently enthusiastic colleague is Valien Ericson. I have been watching you, fox. And I find you...interesting. Please, what is your name?"

Ryft put his paws behind his head as he answered. "I was given the name of Ryft Darkpaw during my travels."

Dimitry nodded slowly, shoving his paws into the pockets of his blue jeans and repeating the name. "Darkpaw...hmm...very well. I will see you again soon." He winked at the fox. "Stay on your toes my friend."

Turning to leave, he gave a sharp whistle. Valien's head whipped around to glare at the wolf. Ignoring his companion's motion to follow him, the tabby stalked off angrily in the opposite direction.

Sighing at the disagreeable feline, Dimitry strode back over to Ryft. He placed his paws on the fox's shoulders, a worried look spreading across his rugged features.

"I fear that neither of us are safe alone anymore."

Ryft lowered his arms and let slip a confused mewl, making the wolf grin deviously. The curious expression vanished as soon as it appeared, leaving the kit wondering whether he had simply imagined it.

"My former colleague, Valien, has quite a temper. He didn't like the way that I handled the situations we constantly found ourselves in and he often attacked me to make me his lackey instead of vice-versa." He chuckled, the Russian tint adding a dark element to the laughter. "He could never win. He tried all manners of dirty trick, but each one I was able to counter. Though, I never accomplished it quite as spectacularly as you did. That must have been what put him over the edge. However, I am concerned that he has gone searching for my enemies. They would be formidable in a group for either of us alone. That is why I must go with you, for both our sakes"

Ryft idly reached into his pocket and withdrew the metal lighter, beginning to flip the lid open and closed. This drew Dimitry's gaze and the canine dropped his paws to his side.

"What is that?" He pointed at the chrome rectangle in the fox's grasp.

Ryft held it up, allowing the early morning sunlight to glint off its surface, and began to walk down the street. As Dimitry caught up, he started to explain.

"This lighter is my good luck charm. It belonged to my older brother. He raised me after Mom died from some illness. I was three years old when she passed away; I didn't understand what was going on. So he took care of me for another two years until he too was killed." Tears welled up in the fox's eyes as he continued his narrative. "He said that he was going to pick up a friend of his and his little cousin to take them to the airport. He never came home. I was told that he was involved in a car crash that had occurred in an alley near his friend's place. Neither driver survived but they said that my brother's friend and his cousin had narrowly escaped with a few scratches. I had never met them, given that I was too nervous, so the news did nothing to consolidate me. Since my brother was my last known relative, I was to be given to a foster family. Frightened, I ran home and gathered a few things that I thought I would need. I spotted this lighter lying on the floor near my shoes and grabbed it as a way to remember him. It must have fallen out of his pocket before he left that day. Before the Social Services arrived, I stole out of the house and ran as far as I could..." He stopped, drying the tears that had appeared in his eyes with his sleeve. "Eventually, I ended up in this town, lost and hungry. I stumbled across that house there," he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, "abandoned with food supplies and medicine. I've been there ever since."

Dimitry wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry to hear about your brother and mom."

Ryft waved off the remark. "Thanks, but I don't need sympathy anymore. I've had twelve years to come to terms with that."

They passed in front of a small café and Ryft halted in front of the door. He smiled back at the wolf. "You drink coffee?"

He nodded vigorously, then shot the kit a puzzled look. "If you've been living by yourself with no job, how do you have the money for both of us? I have been here before with others; it is not cheap."

Ryft laughed as he pushed open the door. "That it isn't, but it is the best damn coffee around. As for the money, I do a bit of scavenging around condemned buildings, abandoned sites in town, and sometimes the junkyard outside the city. I sell some of my findings and it can be pretty profitable on occasion." He laughed again, then turned to the café employee at the counter and ordered two, twenty-four ounce coffees.

After adding personal effects to their respective cups, (cream, sugar, flavorings, etc.) they sat at a table in the corner of the shop.

Dimitry appeared to be mulling over some personal issue, so Ryft relaxed in his seat against the wall, content to simply observe the café patrons go about their business. He sighed and took a sip of his coffee, relishing the hint of raspberry in the hot liquid as it ran across his tongue and down his throat. Smiling to himself, he chuckled while he thought, "Today's gonna be a good day."

After a few moments of silence, the wolf across from him tapped his arm. "Hey, I think we should be going. We've got a long day ahead of us." Ryft nodded and they left the café, returning once again to the streets of the city.

As they walked, the fox's thoughts turned to the events of the previous day and the findings of his explorations in a different part of the city. He turned down a side alley as a shortcut to the site and Dimitry followed, eager to see what this fox had to show him.

Unfortunately for the wolf, his hearing was not as sharp as Ryft's and therefore, did not hear the footsteps behind him or the rock that whistled through the air at his head. It struck him and he fell forward, unconscious before he hit the ground.

Ryft however did catch the slight whirr of a second stone flying towards him and sidestepped the projectile, turning around to face his second assailant that day. It was a vixen of around medium height and had deep red-orange fur. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared straight ahead at her. His heart leapt into his throat and his mind raced. "She's beautiful." He thought.

She turned and ran, snapping Ryft out of his daze and he yelled, "Wait!" as he sped after her. He turned into a second alley and found her up next to a dumpster on a flattened box with tattered blankets wrapped around her. He knelt beside her and saw tears in her eyes. In a bold show of concern, he wiped her tears from her soft cheek fur and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you attack us?"

She sniffled as she choked out a reply. "I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so hungry and I need money for food..." She looked into the fox's worried face. "Is that wolf okay?"

Ryft nodded. "He'll be fine, I'm sure. But what about you? Is this where you sleep?" She also nodded. "Well then, I want you to come with me." He grabbed her paw and helped her up.

She resisted slightly at first, then allowed him to lead her back to Dimitry. The wolf was just waking up as they stepped into the Alley. He glanced at the vixen as she hid behind the slightly taller Ryft.

"Is she the one who-" Dimitry began.

"Yes she is. We're going back to my house for some breakfast. You coming?"

He scratched his chin and smiled. "Sure, sounds good."

So the three of them strolled back down the street to the house and walked up the front steps into the large room. Ryft asked Dimitry to help him move some furniture into the room from the oversized closet adjacent to it.

When they finished, a three person couch and a large armchair decorated the room, arranged so that the sofa was in a corner with the chair in front of it.

Ryft disappeared into yet another room and, after fifteen minutes, walked back into his guests' presences with a plate of waffles and bacon. Dimitry took the initiative and grabbed a table from the closet for the food. Ryft set the platter of breakfast on said table and joined the vixen on the couch. After a moment of silence in thanks for the nourishment, the trio began attacking the stack of fluffy waffles and crisp bacon strips in hunger.

The food quickly vanished and all three of them leaned back, satisfied. Ryft sighed and decided to find out more about this mysterious beauty he had stumbled upon in the city. "Now that we've had something to eat, I believe introductions are in order." He placed a midnight paw on his chest. "I am Ryft Darkpaw. My friend here is Dimitry Krozov. What is your name?"

She shivered slightly and scooted closer to the kit before she answered. "My name is Katherine Altor, though I have been called Kat. Thank you for your kindness. How can I ever repay you?"

Ryft absentmindedly placed an arm around Katherine and shook his head. "You don't need to repay us." Feeling a bit bolder, he pulled her closer and whispered, "As long as you're happy, I am too."

He smiled warmly as she blushed, but still gave him a sheepish grin.

Suddenly she yawned, confessing that she hadn't slept well recently and eliciting two, "Yeah me neither"'s from both of the guys.

So, despite the fact of sunrise being mere hours earlier, they all agreed that sleep was a good idea.

Ryft led Dimitry into the last room on the left and gave him the choise to take the bed that lie within. The wolf accepted the offer, allowing Ryft to leave the room before shutting the door and settling in.

The fox returned to Katherine and escorted her to his own room, making sure that she was comfortable before returning once again to the front door. He locked the door and dropped the shades on the windows, darkening the room enough to be satisfactory for rest.

He nestled into the couch, pulling a blanket he had scrounged up from the closet over his body before falling into a light sleep.

Seemingly doomed to restlessness, Ryft awoke to soft sounds emanating from his room. Quietly, he crept towards the doorway, gazing into the darkness as his eyes adjusted.

What he saw was Katherine twisting and turning in his bed. Pulling the solitary wooden chair to the bedside, he placed a comforting paw on her shoulder and she immediately sat up, startling Ryft enough to make him withdraw his paw.

She shuddered and shook her head. "No, it's okay. I didn't mind it. It felt...nice" She patted the bed next to her and Ryft obeyed her invitation, leaving his chair and scooting up beside the vixen. She laid her head on his chest and murred to herself quietly as she rubbed his soft fur.

He shivered as he felt this beautiful vixen nuzzle his chest and draped an arm around her shoulders, gently pulling her form closer to his and slipping out of his coat. He lowered his head and rubbed her forehead with his muzzle, giving a pleasant churr at the gentle way she was caressing his aback.

Acting on her strange attraction to this shadowy fox, she tentatively liked his neck, drawing another shiver of delight from him and making her giggle mischievously. Emboldened by his reaction, she planted a kiss on his cheek. She went to give him another peck, but he turned and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. It surprised her at first, but then she slowly relaxed into his strong arms, relishing his slight minty taste.

He reluctantly pulled away, smiling warmly down upon his newfound lover. He gazed into her sparkling emerald eyes and realized that he was, indeed, falling in love with this girl that he met less than four hours ago. Encouraged by her previous actions, he nuzzled her cheek and whispered to her, "I love you Kat. I always will."

She returned his gesture and responded, "I love you too, Ryft."

They returned to kissing and Ryft slipped his tongue into her mouth, drawing a subtle moan from the vixen. Slowly, he worked her shirt up over her head, breaking the kiss only to pull the blue fabric free from her body and revealing her ample breasts to his roving gaze. He dropped his paws and began to massage them gently, feeling her moan into his muzzle in pleasure as they kissed again. His pants slowly bulged with his growing erection as he continued to fondle his love's breasts. She reached down and rubbed him through his pants, drawing a moan this time from Ryft's mouth. He continued to assault her mouth with his tongue and undid the button on her pants. She stopped her rubbing to pull her own pants down to her ankles and threw them across the room. Noting her eagerness, he let her undo his own pants and remove them. He was left laying on the bed in front of her, his foxhood standing at a good 7 inches.

Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of his exposed flesh. She dropped onto the bed and gave the red member a little lick, causing Ryft to mewl in ecstasy. The vixen clamped her maw down around his pulsing flesh, sending Ryft into pure bliss. He put a paw into his jaws to muffle his loud moans of pleasure as Kat began to bob her head up and down, brining wave upon wave of bliss to the dark fox.

Ryft felt his climax growing closer as the vixen started to deep throat his entire vulpine cock, murring around the member occupying her muzzle. "Oh god Kat, that feels so good! I-I 'm gonna-" He couldn't finish as his climax hit him like a brick wall and he emptied his load into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but some dribbled out onto his stomach fur. He bit down on his paw as a groan of release escaped his lips.

"That was incredible Kat!"

She laid herself down on his chest and pressed her wet sex into his face. "Now it's your turn, handsome."

Ryft smiled fiendishly. "Gladly!" He ran his tongue over her entrance before plunging it in much to the delight of Kat. She yiffed slightly as his tongue explored her depths. He lapped at her pussy with vigor, enjoying the taste of his lover's juices. She squirmed on top of him in pleasure as he dug deeper into her tunnel. Her moaning grew louder until she bit down onto her paw, not wanting to wake the wolf in the next room over.

Ryft began to rub her clit, drawing even more groans from the vixen on top of him. She started to squirm in pleasure as her end neared.

"Don't stop Ryft! I'm-I'm cumming!" She managed to stifle a howl of ecstasy as her juices poured from her cunt and into Ryft's mouth. He relished the sweet taste of her fluids as he slurped around her pussy. Her climax ended and she turned around to lie next to her vulpine lover

She snuggled up into Ryft's chest fur and sighed. Ryft ran a paw down her back and murred loudly in approval. "I love you Kat, you're amazing."

She smirked deviously and laid her head down on his shoulder. "I love you too Ryft. And I'm so happy I found you."

Ryft pressed his lips against hers. "So am I Kat, so am I" He rubbed her back until she fell asleep, content to lie against her lover. "Sleep well my sweet."