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Chapter 4
"Well look what we have here boys! Two foxies, nice and plump. All ready for hounds like us to PLAY WITH!"
A foxhound and three others surrounded the two fox kits, licking their chops and rubbing their paws together. Tales, being younger, and smaller, got scared easier than Tails did and with everything that happened with the young orange kit and his past, he was scared to death of hounds. Tales hid behind Tails, shaking in fear. The older fox stood in front of the two-tailed orange fox. The 13 year old looked at the hounds, waiting to see what they wanted or what they were going to do with them.
"Time for PAIN little foxies!"
"WAIT!" A voice barked. The hounds turned to see their real boss, a giant black and brown pointy eared doberman. He lifted both foxes with one paw and slammed their faces in the ground, then licked each of their faces, smiling through two-inch long fangs, his black eyes squinting menacingly, his gravely, cruel voice sending shivers up the foxes spines.
"No, we mustn't tenderize the poor foxies, Pointer. No...not with such fine specimens." He twirled the two around, "Now my little bit kits, what brings you to the Dogplace with your tails wagging?"
"That's something you don't need to know," Tails snapped back at the hound. He didn't want to take a chance of leading them back to Tales' friend where he could be hurt or killed.
"Wrong answer foxy loxy!" The dobey grinned, shoving the two foxes into a cage.
"It's time you learn some manners! Boys, let us take these lovely freaks and give them to the Dark Fox clan as a gift!"
Dark Fox Clan? That name made both foxes lost. They had never heard of this Clan before. So Tales spoke what both of them were thinking.
"Dark Fox Clan?"
"Yes! They LOVE foxes like you!"
The hounds all laughed and the foxes were brought to a villiage, where brown foxes that were lean and gangly, and scraggly, roamed. The gold foxes trembled when a crowd of the brown ones gathered to see the fresh meat that had been brought for them.
The hounds dropped their load and said, "Play nicely with them!"
The crowd snickered, and a large fox with a ripped ear grinned savagely at the trapped fox kits.
"Play with them? Oh no...it's time these goldies went through HELL! MUHAHAHAHAHA!"
