{"sf1_id":848231,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Julio Nautica's Journal?","author":"Niniju","words":906,"posted_at":"2015-04-16T02:20:00.000Z","tags":["Dragon","Fox","Hyena","Leopard","Mock Journal","Niniju","Snow Leopard"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/848231-julio-nautica-s-journal","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/848231","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=848231\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"   Julio Nautica is an\neleven year old dragon that has no visible wings. His scales are white and he\nhas pale blue spines on his head in an array of what looks like spiky hair. He\nhas the ability to control winds so well that he was considered a danger to the\nPinnacle. They quickly locked him away, separating him and Fluhr for what\nseemed like forever. That is, until they met in the arena. His attitude is\nfree-spirited and he doesn't ever hold a grudge, so it was quite surprising\nwhen he had built up resentment for the Pinnacle. He has hidden wings that only\nshow when he uses his power, and it's quite the impressive display when he\ndoes.   What happened in the arena when Fluhr and\nJulio were not the focus was as follows:(Julio's Point of View)   I found the source of the wind and headed\ntowards it. I recognized the smell. Ozone mixed with rain. It was a unique\nsmell that I've only ever smelled in the presence of my dear friend, Fluhr. Was\nhe really in here? I couldn't believe it, but, as I followed the scent, my nose\nproved me wrong. I was eventually led to a clearing where a certain snow\nleopard was seething in place, enraged by the situation he was in. I was\nspeechless as he saw me and his stern expression melted. His spots turned into\na rainbow of colors as he saw me.   \"Julio?\" he said, walking towards me. I\ncould only nod. He smiled widely and rushed to embrace me. He picked me up in\nspun me around despite my protests. \"My, how you've grown! It's been too long,\nbud. Where have you been?\"   \"Jail, apparently.\" I replied, my mood\nimmediately souring at the memory. \"It was horrible. When I wasn't in solitary\nconfinement, the other inmates tried to do horrible things to me. I think I've\nlost track of how many have witnessed my power.\"   \"At least you're okay other than that.\" The leopard\nassured me that it was over and that we were together again. I could feel my\ncrush for him returning. I blushed inwardly.   Why did I feel this way?   I shook off the tingling I felt and merely\nsmiled. At this point, I could sense peril, and I saw that Fluhr did too.\nWithout a word, we both bolted off into the direction of what would be the\nlocation of searing annihilation.   So many minutes passed before the fire died\ndown. I felt drained containing it, and Fluhr and I didn't bother confronting\nthe fox within. Fluhr looked at me, heaving for breath along with me, and then\nhe chuckled. Then laughed. Suddenly we both were having a grand ol' giggle at\nthe expense of the situation. The tingling return and I forced it deep down.   We scavenged for food and water but were\nlargely unsuccessful. We only found a single fruit-bearing tree and there was\nno water to be found. By nighttime we were thirsty and exhausted. Fluhr offered\nto make it rain, but I refused to let him. \"It'll just drain you more than it'll\nhelp you.\" I said.   Exhaustion quickly overtook us, and Fluhr\nsuggested that we sleep by each other so that one will be aware of the other\nbeing taken or whatever other scenarios the mind could fabricate. As I fell\nasleep in Fluhr's arms, the weird feeling returned. Did I really have a crush\non my best friend? Surely it's just the shock of meeting him again. We've been\napart for at least five years. I was far too young to be in that prison, and my\nconfusion turned to anger. My body unwillingly wasted some energy dispersing my\nanger in the form of a modestly uncomfortable wind. Fluhr wasn't fully asleep,\nthankfully, and did his best to calm me down. I decided to ask him about our\nfamilies and how they were doing. His answer was blunt.   \"Dead, all of them.\" He spat. I didn't\nrespond. I knew what he meant by that. They were murdered, and it was the\nPinnacle's fault. Did they know no bounds? I fell asleep quite uncomfortably\nwith a new hatred for the more opulent citizens of this wretched society\nconjuring up a storm in my stomach...   \"Harold.\" The hyena said, getting the\ngeneral's attention. The hyena was dressed in all black clothing, having\ndistastefully discarded his uniform.\n   \"Yes, yes. I know.\" The annoyed general\ninterrupted, not looking up from the screen, \"They haven't hardly been fighting\nat all. That fire versus ice debut was so cliché that it hurt.\"   \"That isn't why I'm here, sir.\" The hyena said, putting a disrespectful emphasis on the way he said \"sir.\" The general noticed this all too late as a metallic blade thrust itself into his back and clean through his stomach. He was so shocked that he didn't speak, but the hyena did. \"That's for this sick form of entertainment.\" He pulled the knife out and jabbed through the back of the general's neck. \"And that's for killing everyone I ever loved.\" The hyena twisted the knife before wrenching it from its temporary holding place. He then walked out of the room, saying to the general as much as himself, \"Now to find my way into that arena. I'm going to rescue your little playthings.\" He cackled as the general bled to death on the floor..."}