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This is going to be one confused, random, least structured story in all history.

Blink stepped out of a inn He had searched far and wide looking for storys and clues to ware the woman of mith and lore named Degari lived but had found very little. He was Irish and he needed her help find the man who murdered his father. He pulled his fathers long sword from his belt and look at it with a longing eye, wishing he could have his father back.
(my spelling and grammer suck and this dosnt really fit with the story so if you want to you can just scartch my post and go on with your story)

((The point of this is for everyone to try their best to twist the story how they see fit. You're doing the right thing. And this makes me sound like I'm saying this in a stage whisper.))

Degari, back from her time in recovery in the dream realm, stood in the shadows.
The troubled son had a sword in his hand and the look in his eye was painstakingly sad.
She was tempted to help the troubled soul, and she almost did but she knew that her own soul was still weak from spending too long in this earthly realm, despite her rest.
She decided that if he managed to find her dwellings, she would help.
After all, she was only the Story Teller.

((What does that mean? I'm not sure but it sounds cool, I'll figure it out later.))

seeing a girl in the shadows pout away his fathers sword and dashed into the alley

[Edited by Blink182, 4/3/2010 12:06:22 PM]

Degari started, surprised that he managed to see her so easily.
She shape shifted into a cat and ran off, noting that he followed her and didn't fall for her guise.
And then she realised that her fur was bright blue.

"This is what happens when you're tired and sore." she muttered, changing her fur colour to something more normal. But the damage was done, he was catching up.

So she shape shifted into an owl, and leapt into the sky, soaring away to her dwellings.
'Bah, I'm not that easy to catch.' she thought smugly.

The cliffs at the edge of the town were a stark contrast against the night sky.

By the time morning rolled around, Corvan, for that was the fox's name, had strolled down to Jakob's estate, seeing that his brethren were freed and that there was no sign of the now deceased slave-owner.

"She did a good job, that one. I may have to hire her again soon. However, now I have to make my own strike against them, starting with Aaron Kruger." He said to himself as he checked that all of the anthros were released from their bindings and gone.

While no one was around, he fanned out his cloak and checked his weapons. He carried several pistols, primarily matching pairs each of Magnums, scoped magnums, semi-automatics, and fully automatics, plus his blades, throwing knives, wristblades both overhand and underhand, and a telescoping beam-sword, and also a special present for Kruger, a single shot spear gun capable of striking his skull with enough force to rip his head clear off and pinning it to the wall behind the shot while his body would stand and spurt blood to the ceiling for a few moments.

This "Hunter" took pride in killing runaways and enslaving any who couldn't fight back, be they cubs, teens, elderly, or crippled, and supplying the most perverse individuals with young cubs for handsome sums of money. For a 6 year old Fox he'd be given a kings ransom by another of Corvan's targets, but he'd come later. Kruger was the supplier. Take him down and work down the chain till the last link is crushed.

Corvan walked down the street, and though he felt the eyes of many a human, he knew that a fight here could end his plans of revenge, and end his ability to bring justice to the killer of his best friend.

Once out of sight, he opened the portal back to his home, where he had only just finished up two enchanted statues, now linked together, and made in the likenesses of the two mates who lived there. He sighed. It was nearly midday, and he'd had no sleep since leaving Degari to deliver the package the night before. He needed rest for his mission tonight, but yet he couldn't settle himself.

From the cliffs, the city lights were dull and dreary. Even at this distance, the air still smelled foul.
"I hate this world." Degari muttered, in her 'normal' appearance as a human girl.
"The air is poison and the life essence is fading, and it tears my soul apart."
She sat down, considering her part in the saving of this world. Using her gifts, she blended in well as she found out more about the prophecy.

With time starting to run out, she started to consider finding help.
But the last time a Story Teller got help from a creature in a world similar to this, most of her kind was wiped out, as well as that world.
But still, help would be nice. She thought.

Behind her, a twig cracked.

It was Noble.
He was badly wounded from two gunshots to the chest, and his shirt was stained red.

"Ugh..T-the prophec-cy.." he groaned and reached out, only to collapse on the ground. Dead.

[Edited by NobleCrusader, 4/3/2010 9:08:58 PM]