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Credit goes to DJ Dragoon for story concept/plot/OC's.
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A female husky, botched with white and brown fur, sliced her way through the snow-covered alleyways, panting heavily. She was clad in a brown undershirt covered by a white vest, a heavy pair of arctic camo pants, and a pair of light combat boots. A bag that was tossed over her shoulder clinked, indicating there was definitely something valuable inside. She looked back to see two hounds chasing after her, both clothed in gray. With a smirk, she knocked over a few traschcans as barricades and took a sharp left past a few dumpsters.
She ran for a few more seconds, and then threw herself behind an outstretched dumpster. She panted and clutched at her lungs. She had been running for awhile now, and the cold was making her lose composure too easily.
"Where'd that bitch go?" the husky heard from around the corner.
Quickly, she pulled out an extra bag from her utility belt and stuffed it with something. She then went to go meet her subduers.
"Here," she said, throwing the bag to the ground, and putting her arms up in defeat. "I can't go anymore. Take it."
The two hounds were almost shocked, but they picked up the bag with a laugh. Unseen, the husky smiled coyly, and began to back up slowly.
The hounds opened the bag to find their stolen goods. But instead of their goods, they found a round black object, and it was beeping rapidly...
An explosion rocked the ground. With a grin, the husky grabbed the real bag and walked away, twirling the grenade pin between her paws.
What a great way to start the morning.
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Crimson slowed, coming to a stop on the sidewalk. His snout twitched, and a small flame flew from his nostrils. He sensed something.
He ignored it for the moment and walked on. White flakes fell from the sky, making Crimson's black overcoat stick out even more. Passerbys gave him strange looks as he walked along.
Crimson was more then used to that by now. People looked at him strangely partly because of his girth. He was almost seven feet tall, and he was quite built. Wearing the black hood all the time sort of gave him a trademark, as he wore it during the hot summertime as well. Most also weren't used to seeing a dragon on the streets anyway, especially a Duraii. Folks went well out of their way to avoid walking by him.
Crimson sneered a bit, unseen. His policy: Look out for number one.
The only reason he was out today anyway was because of food. He had been low on groceries for awhile. Normally he didn't go out often in the day, as he was somewhat by nature nocturnal, but because the snowy day was so gray and gloomy, it was an exception.
Crimson rounded the corner to the street the grocery store was on. He was greeted by someone crashing into him. Whoever crashed into him fell onto the ground, dropping her things. Crimson didn't budge, but instead looked down on her. She was cursing profoundly, trying to gather her things. There were about 4 men in gray running towards them, shouting their way down the street.
She was a female husky, obviously in a hurry. She had dropped her brown satchel, which jingled as it rolled. She snatched it as quick as she could, stuffing a golden necklace that had fallen out into her camo pants. She looked up at Crimson for a moment, and their eyes met. Crimson's dark red eyes met her sparkling green ones. An instant later, she was gone. Crimson turned his head to watch her leap into an alleyway. The 4 hounds ran their way past him a little bit later, still shouting.
Without saying anything, Crimson looked around for a moment. Then, he turned back and follwed them. Normally he wouldn't even consider going out of his way for something that didn't involve him, but the insignia on the husky's bag and on the chests of the men that were chasing her had him intrigued. A large green 'C' with wings and a flag as a background. An insignia that haunted him.
The Cornerian symbol.
Crimson turned into the alleyway she had leapt in. The 4 hounds were running down the street still, clueless as where she went to.
Crimson snuffed, letting low embers fall from his snout. He kept his senses open to try and track the female. For a few miuntes, it was silent. The snow fell softly, covering the alleyways gracefully. Creeping along the walls, Crimson listened. He closed his eyes, letting the voice within speak to him.
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Down to the left...the chase will begin.
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Crimson snapped opened his eyes, and poked his hooded head around the left corner. Sure enough, about 6 blocks down he could see the female flee into the city's national park, leaping the fence. The 4 hounds were quick on her tail.
Crimson took action, and hastefully sped his way there. The snow flew from under his feet as he ran, embers falling from his snout as well.
He exploded into the middle of the street in front of the park, narrowly missing a few cars. They honked and cursed at him, but he paid no attetnion. The park's gates loomed ahead of him. Quickly, Crimson crouched to magnify his jump. In a great bound, he leapt over the locked gates in a forward somersault. He hit the ground with ease, sliding a bit on the snow.
He scanned the scene in front of him. Directly in front was the great fountain, frozen over with ice. To the left was the nature-walk trail, and to the right was the underground history-exhibit. Crimson took the right, as it looked most promising.
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Light as a feather, the husky creeped along the dimly lit walls. Those 4 goons were still after her. She sighed, irritated. How many thugs was Lugassi going to send after her?
As she crept past the Sauria exhibit, she saw a tall dark figure creeping along the wall opposite the room. She gasped, and his behind the enormous foot of a High-Top manakin. Sitting against it, she held her breath and tried to devise a plan. Those hounds were probably blocking every exit, so she had to think of something cunning to get herself out.
So, first things first; take out the stragglers. She looked through her arsenal of weapons quickly spreading them out in front of her.
Her standard-issue blaster. Too loud.
Her handy-dandy SMG. She liked to save it for those "out of hand" predicaments.
And, her trusty energy whip. She picked it up and looked it. She got this thing a long time ago, from a very important person.
Wiping her brown hair out of her face, she holstered her weapons and kept the energy whip out. She breathed deeply, trying to assure herself.
"Alright Snow, this is it. No worries. Just get out there, and-"
She was cut off when a black claw grabbed her snout and silenced her. She screamed, but the attacker's claws easily muffled her. She kicked and bit, but whoever was dragging her away was extremely resiliant. The attacker leaned his head down towards her, and spoke.
"Don't struggle. I'm not going to hurt you. Cooperate," a deep, hissing voice told her.
Snow wasn't listening too well, and she kept trying to break away. But no matter how hard she tried, her attacker was much too strong.
Still struggling, she was dragged into a dark supply closet. The claw came off of her snout, and she quickly backed away, drawing her blaster. It was dark and confined, but she was not in the least afraid to shoot up this freak.
"Who the hell are you?" She whispered through gritted teeth, raising her blaster.
"If you were smart, you would put that blaster down," the voice grumbled.
"Not 'til I see who I'm pointin' at."
The attacker turned on the light, revealing himself. Snow was surprised, but she kept her stern look.
It was that weird dragon creep she ran into earlier. She kept her blaster raised.
Crimson glared at her. Snow returned the gaze.
"What do you want with me, you weirdo?" Snow asked sassily. A few of her bangs fell in front of her face.
Crimson pointed to her bag. "You stole something from them."
Snow looked down at her bag, noticing the symbol on it. She turned back to the dragon, who was still staring at her.
"Yeah, I did. What are you going to do about it?" She finally let the blaster down and she put a hand on her hip.
Before Crimson could speak, he heard voices from outside. He closed his eyes, looking for an answer.
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Destroy...
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Crimson motioned for Snow to follow. He counted to three, and then kicked the door open. The door swung completely off its hinges, thowing a hound against a wall. The other three turned around in surprise.
"Get them!" they shouted.
Snow retaliated quickly by kicking one of the hounds right in the jaw. Crimson picked one up by the throat, and slammed him down, crushing the hound's windpipe. Noticing the other hound underneath the boken door, he went after that one as well.
The remaining hound, on the other hand, was going to save his own skin. With his tail between his legs, he took off down the hall.
Snow looked over to see him running away. Grinning, she pulled out her sub-machine gun. "Where are you going?"
In a burst of laughter she opened fire. The smoking body of the bloodied hound fell to the ground with a dull thud a few moments later. Snow blew the smoke from the tip of her SMG, and holstered it coolly. Putting a hand on her hip, she spun around to meet face Crimson, who was standing behind her with his arms crossed.
She blew a lock of hair out of her face. "Why are you still here? And why did you come here in the first place?"
Crimson shook his head, letting two red bangs fall. "You're against them."
Snow looked at him still, not saying a word. She picked up her bag and threw it over her shoulder.
Suddenly, there was a cry from down the dark hall. "There they are!"
Crimson growled, irritated. He turned towards Snow, to find her gone. Crimson sought the voice in head once again.
No answer.
Taking one last look at the men approaching him, he took the advice the voice gave him last. Raising his clawed fists, he waited for his attackers.
5 more men, 2 raccoons and 3 hounds, stopped in front of Crimson. The emblems on their chest seemed to brighten, just for Crimson to notice.
"Out of the way, freak! We want the dog."
Crimson's rage boiled inside of him. "Make me."
One of the raccoons launched a punch at the Duraii. In a simple maneuver, Crimson grabbed the attacker's fist, and punched him in the stomach.
Even in pain, the raccoon laughed. "That...all you got?"
The last thing the raccoon saw was the blood-red eyes appear from the dragon's hood, before a retractable blade tore out his insides.
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I just want to give everyone my sincere apologies for not updating quicker! I have been in the hospital in and out frequently, because of an accident I had over the weekend. I apologize for the chapter being so short and not too action-packed, but there will be a big twist in the next chapter of the story, I assure you.
Please forgive me! R&R, as well!
-Snake of the Rose
