{"sf1_id":977146,"sf2_id":"GnDl33pn","title":"Truth and Defection","author":"Grimm66","words":1404,"posted_at":"2016-03-18T16:03:00.000Z","tags":["Bull","Fantasy","Magic","Muscles","Panther","Sci-Fi","Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/977146-truth-and-defection","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnDl33pn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ca/bf/cabf3279-01b1-4e56-8f5f-7450c0e20f00","description":"So, this is my first try on writing a story. It features two of my chars, the bull Tjur and the panther Rego, who's seen on the thumbnail and cover.\nSince this is my first story I would really appreciate hints and critique.","content":" **Truth and Defection**\n\nA soft wind was blowing over Rego's synthetic skin and his soft black fur. The muscular panther sat  \non top of one of the giant skycrappers of Asgard. The pale blue light reflected on his torso, legs and  \nright arm, all the parts of him that were covered in the grey blue material, called Soulsteel. He  \nsighed as he watched down from the highest building of the city, the tower of the temple. His eyes,  \nalso techically improved, scanned the area. Rego could see temperatures, make out details in great  \ndistances and see in the dark without problem. But now he saw nothing that would be worth his  \nattention.  \nIt was deep in the night, but still the streets of Asgard were ignited by the all-present pale blue light  \nand many people of every kind were out and about to do their jobs, make errands or whatever they  \nhad to do so late. The light of the streets was bright and nearly hurt Rego's sensetive eyes. He rather  \nwatched the stars. Their light was always so soft like the gentel wind of the closing summer.  \nThen a scream disturbed the silence of the panther. Immediatelly his muscles tensed and he got  \nmoving. That was the sign he had been waiting for.  \nHe jumped of the tip of the building and landed without a single noise on the bridge that connected  \nthe highest tower in the north of the temple with the one in the east, and had been at least twenty  \nfeet under the big feline only a few moments ago.  \nRego's foot paws carried him fast and steady over the bridge, which was around one mile long and  \nat least two above ground. The panther entered the eastern tower and quickly walked up the stairs in  \ntowards the upper chambers. No light was lit in the hallway, but that didn't bother the panther. He  \nreached the end of the last hallway and as he approched, a flat blade formed out of the Soulsteel on  \nhis right arm, just above his wrist.  \nSilentely Rego now opened the simple wooden door, just enough to slip in the room. Unnoticed he  \nentered. The chamber didn't cointain much. A simple table, two chairs, which weren't less basic. A  \nsmall holoscreen and bookshelves were the last things in the room, besides the target of the panther.  \nThe old fox sat in front of the windows, that reached from the gound to the ceiling. His eyes were  \nclosed and he was deeply focused on something.  \n'He must be very into his role.'  \nRego thought. One day ago he got a top secret file, directely from the Voice of the Gods, the  \nspeaker of their rulers, completely obidient to their wishes and orders and therefore the bringer of  \ntheir very own whims. In this file Rego was ordered to silence the fox who now sat before him, not  \neven aware to the presence of the assassin and his ending story. With each silent step the panther  \nmade the death of the fox drew closer and closer. Balefully the blade on Rego's wrist reflected the  \nlight of the candles, the only source of light. Accused to be an imposter, who works for dark forces  \nthe fox had to die, that was the whim of the gods.  \nOnly mere inches seperated them now. In a motion so swift normal eyes would barely be able to  \nfollow the panther reached down and grabbed the fox around his throat and pulled him up. A  \nmuffled scream came from Rego's victim and his green eyes widened in shock and terror. But there  \nwas something else in his eyes, something that the panther never had seen in his victims' eyes  \nbefore.Innocence. At least a part of all the others he had killed had known the reason for which they  \nhad to pay with their lifes, but this fox had no clue and that made the panther stop in his deadly  \nmotion. \"Your crimes doesn't go unnoticed to our Lords.\" The panther said, but the expression of  \nthe vulpine didn't change. Now disbelief mixed to the fear and terror. \"But...I have been loyal...\" He  \npressed out from his lips, though speaking was difficult for him with the hand of the panther still  \nthightly around his throat. For a long moment the panther looked in the eyes of the fox. \"...I know  \nHands of our Lords always grant one last wish....I want to know what my crime is...\" The vulpine  \nsaid and that made Rego let him fall down finally. No pleads for mercy, no wishes for more time,  \njust the wish for the truth, the reason his gods demanded his death. Although Rego couldn't really  \nanswer that question. The file he had recieved didn't contained a reason, what was unusual, but he  \nhadn't questioned it since it was what the gods demanded.  \nBut now he had doubts.  \nThe file said that the fox had accused the gods, but this was far less explecit than the usual  \ndescribitions.  \nThe panther had doubts, even if it was highly forbidden to doubt the will of the gods.  \nBut Rego would not strike down an innocent person. And then he saw the truth. In a sudden flash of  \nbitter thruth he saw what he had been used to. To make sure everyone who doubted the superior  \ndivine power of the gods would never speak them out loud. To make sure, noone would ever doubt  \nthem or question their desicions. To make sure, noone would ever threaten their reign.  \nIt was a painfull truth and it flodded the sneses of the panther. He didn't know what was true and  \nwhat was false anymore. This wasn't a live he wanted to live, this wasn't a place he wanted to be.  \nHe felt alone, cold and used.  \nThese feelings were everything he felt for a moment. For a moment they were his world and with a  \nsudden sensation of heat and light the panther wasn't in Asgard anymore.  \nHe sat on a dead field. Snow and ice covered it for miles and miles. There was no live. Not a singel  \nplant nor an animal lived there.  \nHe really was alone now. The feeling of the all-present cold seeped in his body, and he knew if he  \nwouldn't find a way to find protection soon, this dead field of ice and snow would become his tomb.  \nThen his sharpened senses felt something. A source of warmth in the distant. Far a way like a star in  \nthe night sky.  \nTjur sat on the ground in front of the chimney. A huge monstrous pitch black feral bear like creature  \nlay next to him and enjoyed the rubbing fingers of the demon on his horned head and made his  \ndragon like tail twitch as it purred from the touch. Tjur smiled. This big beast had been his  \ncompanion for centuries in the solitude of Niflheim, and even if he didn't talk, the bull appreciated  \nhis company so very much. The demon stood up and stretched slightly. His massive beefy body  \nstood eight feet tall and that didn't include the three pairs of bovine horns on his head, which  \ntowered on head like a black crown, one pair behind the other, each a little smaller than the pair in  \nfront of them.  \nHe walked over to the desk he had made of heavy oaken wood, that he brought from another world.  \nThere in Niflheim were no trees, no woods or forests, just the deadly desert of ice and darkness. The  \nconstant night of this world were an additional reason nearly nothing lived there. Tjur took a jug of  \nmead, he had brought from Midgard. He took a big gulp of the hot liquid and felt the warmth of the  \nmead spread though his nude beefy body. He sighed softly and leaned against the table as he  \nwatched the flames dance in the chimney.  \nThen a knock disturbed his peacefull silence. That was indeed odd to the bull. Nearly nothing lived  \non this world and the few living beings usually didn't knock. He wrapped a fur around his body as  \nhe walked over to the door. The big bear, actually a lower demon, called Barias, follwed the bull  \nlike the most loyal dogs of the world of mortals. Before the demon could open the door another  \nknock could be heard, though it sounded odd, somehow metal...  \n  \n\n"}