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Post by sinatra on Nov 3, 2009 18:16:34 GMT -5
The heavy coat and baggy pants were strange to the fox, having never worn something like them before. But, the temperature was quite below freezing which was strange for this time of year. Sinatra breathed out a chilly breath, pouting as his breath showed in mist. "D-damn... Why does it have to be so cold?!" He cursed himself as he sat down on a bench, huddling his knees close to his chest as he waited for the bus.
Normally Shavo would have walked him home, but he couldn't get a hold of his boyfriend which was strange. He thought back to calling him not but ten minutes ago, and how many times he had attempted. Must be work or something... He cast a glance to the side and sighed. They hadn't even gone on a date yet, and it was making the fox both sad and worried. I'm not sure if he's going to break up with me or what... Our jobs are keeping us apart and we never get to see each other. Usually one of us is working late anyway... The fox was happy that the jackal hybrid accepted his job as a stripper. Of course, he didn't have sex with anybody anymore, which his boss wasn't too happy with.
"I don't care," he said to himself, huddling closer. "I just,... hope he still lov-" The fox stopped as he looked in front of him where a quite ugly bear stood. "Well well well! If it isn't the slutty fox who wouldn't give me some tail earlier!" The bear gave a sneer and slapped Sinatra across the face, earning a whimper and cry of shock. "I want it now, or you'll never see another snowflake!" The brute of a bear-easily seven feet tall-picked Sin up by the scruff of his neck and hauled him into an alley, where he threw the frail fox into a trashbin. "Strip. Now!" Sinatra whimpered out, starting to take off the faux-fur lined jacket, silently praying to any god out there that somebody would come and help him. |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 3, 2009 19:52:07 GMT -5
Shavo walked hurriedly down the empty street. The maned wolf/jackal crossbreed had never felt so tense in all his life. He kept one arm inside his heavy overcoat, clenching a lead pipe he found in an alley. He felt like everybody was against him now. God, I need a fight, he thought disdainfully. He normally took great care of his body, but his fighting addiciton often put him at risk. It wasn't a healthful, or practical habit.
He sighed and turned a corner. He thought about Sinatra. Hopefully, the fox wasn't too upset with him. It had been awhile since they had done anything together. He slowed a bit, trying to calm himself. Maybe they could catch a movie or something...
A noise caught his attention. Whimpering. Somewhere in an alley across the street. His grip tightened as he hurried across the street. He neared the alley, and entered stealthily. The alley dog-legged, with the noise coming somewhere around the corner.
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Post by sinatra on Nov 3, 2009 20:02:45 GMT -5
Sinatra lay in his t-shirt and boxers (as well weird to the fox). He whimpered as he was slapped again, his nose bleeding from the numerous punches and slaps. When he looked up, he could see the bear unzipping his jeans, and Sinatra started to cry. I-I'm going to be raped...? He never thought that this would happen. He could be killed for all he knew, and all because he had a boyfriend. His head being hit and smashing into the trashbin behind him brought a bark of pain from his muzzle and he held the back of his head, feeling some liquid seep into his paw. "Why does this mean so much to you? It's just a damned BJ!" He glared up to the bear and this only earned another slap. "I heard you were one of the best screws in all of Lucent, and I came from a whole other island just to use you, and now I can't?!" The bruin growled and dropped his pants. "Now get to work!" The tears streamed down the fox's face, and he sniffled. Too late now... He gave a hiccup as he brought his head closer to the dirty bear's waist. |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 3, 2009 20:57:52 GMT -5
"...Motherfucker...!" Shavo growled, rushing recklessly at the bear. The last thing he saw was the glint of the lead pipe coming at his face.
A sickening crack of metal on bone echoed off the walls of the alley. The pipe had made contact with the spot where the bear's snout and cheek met, and caused it to cave in. The bear stumbled back, crying out in pain and anger. He held his eye as blood began to drip out onto the dirty pavement. Shavo's hackles were on end as he stalked the bear before striking him again. The bear dropped, unmoving. Shavo wasn't sure if he knocked him out or killed him. Whatever. He didn't care. "Fucking scum," he said, spitting on the downed bear.
He then turned and hurried to the trashbin and knelt down by the fox. It was Sinatra. "Sin..." he said in a hushed, and obviously hurt tone. "My god, what happened to you?" The crossbreed helped the fox dress, wrapping him up in both Sin's and his own coat, then picked him up, walking out of the alley.
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Post by sinatra on Nov 3, 2009 21:36:10 GMT -5
Sinatra gasped as the bear was suddenly hit in the face, and the fox immedietly huddled into a ball near the trashcan, attempting to ignore the next hit and the crunch it made. He could hear the body hit the ground, and the pipe soon after. The fox cried silently, not sure to feel safe or scared. Maybe a bit of both. The vulpine could feel the furre next to him and when his name was mentioned, he looked up cautiously. "S-Shavo!" He cried harder, not scared by his boyfriend at all. Letting himself get helped to dress, he curled into the hybrid's chest as he was carried. "I-I was waiting for the bus, cuz you weren't there to pick me u-up when I got off... And I was just talking to myself and he came up to me. A-and he started saying how I wouldn't h-have sex with him, and he started punching and slapping me..." He sniffled loudly and wiped his nose. "S-so he pushed me into the alley, and said to suck him o-off..." The fox whimpered more and hid in Shavo's chest, clutching him hard. |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 3, 2009 21:46:36 GMT -5
The crossbreed hushed the fox, holding him close. "Don't worry. He won't hurt you anymore. Now, we need to clean you up," Shavo and Sin walked to a small empty diner, where Shavo was able to get a clean rag and use of the bathroom. Shavo was careful in dabbing the blood off Sin's face, then the back of the fox's head. "You going to be okay?" he asked, now cleaning the back of Sin's head.
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Post by sinatra on Nov 3, 2009 21:50:25 GMT -5
Sinatra remained quiet the whole way to the diner, and avoided everybody's gaze as he was carried to the washroom. The fox tried not to wince as his nose and head were cleaned, but it still hurt. "I'm fine... You'll have to put alcohol on it when we get home..." He smiled warily and hugged Shavo suddenly, resting his head against the other male's chest. "Thank you for saving me hun... I... I don't want to image what could have happened..." He whimpered slightly, but gripped Shavo tighter. "Can we... just go home? We never get to spend alone time together..." |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 3, 2009 22:07:45 GMT -5
Shavo was silent a moment, before giving Sin a weak smile. "Sure. I'd like nothing better." Shavo threw away the bloody rag, thanking the diner owner as they left. It was a still good five miles maybe, and this area was, well... it wasn't some place you'd want to find yourself after hours. Shavo kept Sinatra close to him, keeping his eyes and ears aware of what was around them. Three miles... "Not too much farther," he whispered to the fox.
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Post by sinatra on Nov 4, 2009 20:24:29 GMT -5
Sinatra followed Shavo silently, his eyes glued to the floor as he silently thanked the diner owner as well. The whole time walking, the fox leaned against the taller furre, his ears flat against his head and his eyes half covered by Shavo's form. He just wanted to be home in bed, lying next to Shavo as they watched a chick flick. He smiled at the thought of making his boyfriend watch it, pressuring him some how. Wrapping a thin arm around the taller male's waist, he nuzzled and kissed him on the chin. "I love you," he said quietly. |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 13, 2009 12:12:39 GMT -5
The jackal crossbreed smiled, giving the fox a reassuring squeeze. Before he could return the affectionate gesture, Shavo stopped, looking ahead. It looked like a park, sealed off by a tall fence topped with razor wire. Not that it needed it. Anyone in St. Lucent knew that this place was the Dark District. A cold, dangerous place crawling with God knows what. Many Furres have vanished without a trace inside that bedlam of a forest, said to have gone mad from wandering around in there.
A wry smile curled up Shavo's muzzle as he walked towards the fence. "Come on, let's take a short cut," he called to Sin, blatantly ignoring the 'Keep Out' sign.
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Post by sinatra on Nov 13, 2009 12:19:52 GMT -5
Sinatra murred at the squeeze and almost continued to walk as Shavo stopped. A confused look crossed his muzzle and he huddled even closer to the hybrid. "W-what is it...?" Looking to the gates, the fox's ears lowered and he looked to Shavo. "Why... are we walking towards it?" As they entered, Sinatra pointed to the sign. "Keep out! See? W-we should stay out..." He whimpered quietly. He didn't like the Dark District at all. Sin sighed and lowered his ears. Or we'll go through here... |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 13, 2009 12:40:37 GMT -5
Shavo laughed as he grabbed the fence. "What? You're not scared, are you?" He taunted playfully. He was well aware of the rumors of what was inside the forest. Then again, he always was one to look on the bright side of anything bleak. He easily scaled the fence climbing over a spot where the razor wire had snapped, waiting for Sin to follow suit. "Come on, nothing's going to happen," he coaxed. "Look," he said, pulling out a semi-auto handgun, "I got this, in case anything does happen."
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Post by sinatra on Nov 13, 2009 12:46:02 GMT -5
"Scared?" He blinked and stuck the fur up on his neck. "I'm not scared! I'm just... cautious!" He growled and hopped the fence, wincing as he landed hard. "You should be more cautious," he muttered, casting a small smile to Shavo. It quickly disappeared though, as Shavo brought the gun out. "What the fuck?!" He stepped back from the male and glared at him. "Why the hell do you have a fucking gun?!" His mouth was agape slightly and his paws clenched into fists. "What the hell do you do for your freaking job? Kill people?!" |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 13, 2009 13:03:59 GMT -5
Shavo recoiled a bit at Sin's fervor over him having a gun. Hell, he usually had far worse than that: IEDs, a full-auto shotgun, tons of knives... the list went on. Tonight though, he only had the one hand gun, a knuckle-duster, and a pipe, but remembered he left it with Sin's attacker. He recovered, forrowing his brow. "I carry it for protection. I'm honestly surprised you don't." He re-hid the pistol in his waist band, where four more clips for the gun were. "Come on, it's only about a mile or so through here." And with that, he started walking into the mist.
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Post by sinatra on Nov 13, 2009 17:54:50 GMT -5
Sinatra's gaze softened and he sighed, rubbing his headfur. "I'm sorry hun..." He came back to Shavo's side and clinged to his boyfriend. "I'm still not sure about this..." He sighed again and looked around him, jumping whenever he stepped on a twig or a leaf. "I am not a happy fox." He giggled and kissed Shavo's cheek. "Mm, you'd know if I was a happy fox." He grinned and kisses his cheek again, murring quietly. "Love you babe." |
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