Our story begins with Alexander, a young male red fox (anthro) who seems to be caught in the midst of a war between two factions. One faction is a wealthy one seeking conquest; another faction is a poor one seeking peace. Alexander, being a bandit/thief, is left with not too many good options. But now we join our furry hero/bandit inside of a cave where he lives. He sighed as he poured himself a glass of wine from a dusty bottle. He was looking over a large, detailed map of the country, Dakis. He figured that the only way to avoid being caught by he authorities was to cash in a favor with a merchant friend of his who was located in Tenxt, a port city located about four days away from his cave. The reason that he didn't just sneak through the woods and out of the country was the small fact that the outlying woods were controlled by a bandit group whose leader kinda hated his guts…
Alexander sighed and decided to put off the problem for now, as he often did, and climbed into a hammock located at the far end of the cave. 'I'll figure it out tomorrow', he thought, giving one last tired yawn before settling in, curling up, and falling asleep.
As the first rays of light came through the makeshift door near the entrance of the cave, Alexander awoke. He yawned deeply and then ate a meal of bread and a few apples but was cut short as his ear twitched in response to the distant sound of wheels and horses on the rocky path. 'Humans, probably', he thought as he slid his sword into its scabbard and hitched his quiver and bow onto his back, preparing for an average job. He moved swiftly through the forest without making a sound and took up position in a tree. He had waited for perhaps a few minutes when the caravan came around the bend. He knocked an arrow and shot it at a guard. A direct hit, of course. He jumped down and proceeded to make short work of the merchants. A few of the women ran off into the woods but he ignored them; he cared not for human women. Well, not very much anyways.
Alexander was picking the lock on a chest when he found a blade at his throat. He could hear his heat pounding in his ears. HE recognized it as an elven blade...
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It wasn't long afterwards that a deal was struck, deal meaning that the elf woman had let him live if he took her out of the country with him. The reason he didn't abandon her and move on is because he had to honor a deal, that much being part of his somewhat shaky code of ethnics. He went down to the river where she was bathing and took her clothes off a branch to throw them at her, telling her that they were leaving now. He smirked slightly as she half-screamed in surprise to his presence. He sat on a rock and waited on her, pretending like he wasn't enjoying tormenting her. "Couldn't you leave for a minute?" she asked. He shook his head no, his gaze still locked on her body.