THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN UPDATED RETROACTIVELY
Chapter 1: The First Sundown
The air was still in the silent forest. Not a single sound could be heard by even the strongest of ears. The entire world seemed to have stopped for a brief few moments as the earth looked upon the scene of true, unrefined carnage in one of the lowlands of Ionia. A clearing on the edge of the silent forest was littered with the bodies of humans and creatures of war alike. Not a single step could be taken without the eliciting a squelch from one of the bloodied pools that covered the ground.
But then, as if the world had been jumped out of a deep sleep, a gale of wind blew its way through the trees and a small whirring noise could be heard. Looking to the source of the new noise would cause any person or beast to be frozen where it stood. A small space of air appeared to be pulsing from side to side.
It remained that way for the longest time before, for no apparent reason, it started to grow and the whirring noise seemed to get louder. After mere seconds the now violently shaking air was easily two metres in all directions, yet it continued to grow.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped dead. All the noise it made ceased and it began to move so slowly it was almost impossible to see.
Just as the wind became the only noise a terrible scream emanated from the slowly rippling air and a man in hulking armour fell from what one could now assume was a portal of some sort.
The screaming from the man stopped as he smashed into the ground face first from the portal fifteen or so foot in the air with an audible 'SMACK'.
Struggling to push himself up to one knee, the man adjusted his helmet and checked his armour for any damage.
The armour itself was mostly crimson red; however it was broken up by the occasional area of bare metal silver. The body armour was large and bulky with two large shoulder guards which covered the top half of the forearm. On the front chest-plate the image of an eagle with wings spread wide apart and its head to the side. On the back, a large metal pack could be seen with a banner poking out the top bearing the same symbol as that of the chest-plate. The head was completely covered with a small breathing vent on the mouth area and thin, long holes for the eyes. The arms were covered with plain metal apart from small ridges where the plates ended to allow for arm movements. The legs were very similar to that of the arms however they had large knee-pads which covered a small part of the lower and upper leg along with the knee. The boots were also full metal and were very plain, unlike the rest of the armour. Strapped to the belt of the armour was a large war axe with a single blade which seemed to be brand new in how clean and un-weathered it was.
Even upon close inspection, not a single weak point could be found. Anything not covered by thick plates of metal was protected by a metallic bodysuit that appeared to be worn under the armour. The colour and size of it lent the armour an overbearing and threatening look.
The man behind the armour was a different story completely.
He was visibly trembling and looking in every direction as if hoping someone would come along to save him.
When he finally stood upright he turned to see the scene of carnage beyond a small line of bushes. He walked through the bushes and fell to both knees as his head went down.
Before he could, however, a noise on the other side of the clearing instantly caught his attention and he jumped back behind the bush line. Poking his head over the small bush he glimpsed the sight of what seemed to be a nine-tailed fox walking through the clearing. It was white all over and appeared to be approaching something in particular.
"What the…" he thought to himself as the fox stopped in front of a robed man who was propped up against a collapsed catapult. He was glowing slightly and very obviously near death.
As the robed man finally closed his eyes and stopped moving some strange sort of essence poured out of him and into the fox. The armoured man stared on with keen interest as he watched a fox turn into a human woman with nine tails and two ears poking out of her head.
A few seconds passed where the woman and the man appeared to be frozen in similar levels of confusion.
"Did I just watch a fox get turned into a human being or am I finally losing it?" the man thought to himself just before the fox-lady turned and ran back the way she came.
"It feels like a terrible idea but I'm curious so I guess I'm going for a run." He decided before adding: "I might even get a few of my many thousands of questions answered."
"I love stupid ideas." He chuckled before running to catch up with her.
A few hours later:
After running at a consistently fast speed for a long while, it came as a great relief to the armoured man when the woman stopped running.
"Thank the universe she's finally stopped!" the man whispered, panting heavily.
As he spoke to himself in a hushed tone he noticed the woman sit down and lay back against a rock a few metres from a small pond. After all that, she wasn't visibly tired at all.
"I wonder why she's decided to stop now of all times…" he began before looking up for a second: "Right, yeah, night. Forgot about that."
The man found a small bush to hide behind and so he sat down and looked from his vantage point on the girl, who was about thirty metres away.
"I suppose now is as good a time as any to check if she's dangerous at all."
The man parted the bush in the centre and peeked through the hole.
From what he could see the woman was wearing a rather revealing red and white outfit with sandal-like shoes and sleeves that went down to her hands. She had black hair with little black ears poking out the top of it. She had three whisker markings on both of her cheeks which he had previously not noticed. Protruding behind her were nine white tails, all originating from the bottom of her back. She had fair skin and her features were all quite smooth, save for the small, pointy nose. Even from the considerable distance he could see that she had amazing golden eyes that appeared to glow in the darkness and it was only then that the man realised just how attractive the woman was, despite her fox-like features. It was also at that point he began noticing things such as her generously-sized breasts and butt, her perfect hourglass figure and fantastic legs.
"Let's hope we never have to talk with my helmet off. I'll look like a tomato." He chuckled at the thought.
After a while of looking at her characteristics he began to notice some odd twitching came from the ears on the top of her head when even the slightest noise was made. They even appeared to react to the sound of a horse walking across some rocks in the distance that even the man's helmet sensors could barely pick up.
"Now that's odd. I wonder how good her hearing is…" he pondered to himself more quietly than normal.
As he said that he saw that her ears twitched.
The man audibly sighed with clear irritation present as he brought his hand to his helmet.
From the corner of his vision he saw her staring directly towards him.
"So why have you been following me?"
This chapter is done so please for the love of god give constructive criticism and not just "Tis shite". Instead, try "Tis shite for these reasons….."
You know, the kind that actually helps me improve.
And just as a bit more prevention of the trolls I will continue to write this story until I feel like I have finished it. If you don't like it now maybe you will come back at chapter 100 or something and see the improvement C: