Okay! I'm up and running now! I'm pleased to say that I have done drawings of Crimson and Snow, they should be up fairly soon!
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"Sir? We have the results from the experiment."
"Very well. Dispose of the boy, we need him no longer."
"Affirmative sir."
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Today was the worst, Mommy. First the guards said they were finally going to take me to see you, but instead they tied me up and started to hit me! It hurt so bad Mommy, I was bleeding so much. Everyone was laughing at me, even when I asked for help. But a little bit later some strange people dressed in all black came in and turned all of the guards' heads into jelly! A big wolf untied me and told me everything was going to be okay. They brought me back to their big house and gave me a bed and all the food I could eat! I'm so happy here Mommy. The big wolf says I have to get to bed soon, because he needs to talk to me in the morning. So I'll talk to you later Mommy.
I love you!
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Crimson stepped over the female and glanced out of his broken window. A few dead thugs were splattered in the alleyway floor below him in a bloody mess.
She had bullet wounds in her legs and chest, along with several bleeding cuts and gashes that stained both her fur, and the floor of Crimson's room. Her white and brown fur had scorch marks all over it. Despite being in a comatose state, her face held that cocky smile, while both paws still firmly gripped the weapons within.
The canine's abdomen rose and lowered slowly, her breathing was weak and forced. Crimson sighed irritably and scooped her up, knowing he had to do something to avoid having some broad die in his house. He carried her into the kitchen where he layed her down carefully on the long wooden table. He snatched the first aid kit from underneath the sink and went to inspect her injuries.
As he approached her, Crimson could not help but wonder what the odds were of this girl, who he had just met this morning, crashing through his window like that. Crimson was certainly not one to be easily surprised, but this had rather piqued his curiosity. He looked down at her.
She was wearing a white vest and a black undershirt, both of which were full of holes. He also saw that her arctic camo pants were practically rags now, compared to earlier. He lifted up her arms and legs, inspecting her wounds carefully. Some of them were a bit closer to her body, which meant Crimson would have to remove some of her clothing to reach them. He noted three large pieces of glass, each about 7 inches long, sticking out of her left bicep, inner thigh, and right breast. There were also about six bullet wounds; two of them in her right arm, and another in her left, while the others found homes in her stomach and each of her legs.
He started with the piece of glass in the husky's arm first. He dampened a bandage with antiseptic, and began to pull out the shard of glass slowly to avoid breaking it. The glass came out cleanly in a few seconds, and then blood began to ooze out of the wound. Crimson mopped up the blood with a cloth, and then wrapped the bandage around the cut.
Next was the piece sticking out of her chest. He flipped open a knife and cut off her vest, avoiding the glass protruding from her breast. Warily, Crimson began to cut off the husky's shirt. He almost blushed a bit, realizing what he was about to do. He shook off his feelings and cut off her shirt.
"Oh, shit."
Despite the blood and such, the husky's torso was still very appealing. Crimson tried his best to not look at her silky black bra that kept her bust in, but it proved to be difficult. He went to go remove the piece of glass from her chest, but there was one little problem.
The shard of glass was stuck horizontally through her breast,as well asher bra. Meaning Crimson would have to remove that as well.
Crimson sighed, and swallowed his pride. He pulled out his knife, and slowly cut the straps of the bra off. The cups loosened, and then fell away, exposing the husky's chest completely. Crimson kept his masculinity for the moment, and began work on the piece of glass. The process went almost as smooth as the previous one, except Crimson's claws were shaking terribly. He was amazed at the softness of her breast as placed one claw on it to help removed the shard. He immedietly removed his claw when he realized how much time it was wasting there.
"Ugh! She reeks with innocence!" the demon hissed inside his head, aggravating Crimson's already faultering patinece.
The glass slid out, and Crimson treated the wound with a patch. He inspected at the piece of glass he had pulled out, not seeing the substance he was looking for. He couldn't quite process how breasts like these couldn't be fake. He shuddered, trying to ignore the urges.
That reminded Crimson of the bullet wounds. He looked over them carefully, and noticing the burnt fur around them, he concluded they we laser blasts and not bullet wounds,indicating there were no slugs in the girl's body. That saved thr trouble of having to dig them out.
His breathing was starting tostifle as he knelt close to her warm body and carefully sealed up some of the more minor cuts with his flame, a trick he had learned off of the streets. He singed a bit of fur in the process, but it stopped a great amount of the bleeding. But before he he could lift him self up, he 'accidentally' breathed in sharply, enveloping her scent inside of his nostrils.
Inhaling a strong amount of her scent put him off balance. His willpower was diminshing.
"Resolve to its urges...instincts...wants...Resist."
Crimson growled and grit his teeth, squeezing the table hard as he fought to keep himself whole. The loud snap of breaking wood brought his mind to a halt. Dazed, he stared at the large chunk of wood he had just ripped off.
The blood had been diminished greatly. Crimson bent down and sealed up the rest of the wounds, cleaned up some of the blood, and then continued to his final objective: the piece of glass in her lower person.
Crimson wasn't going to mess around this time. He cut off the cargo pants at her waistline, revealing the lower half of the gorgeous husky and the silky undergarments that kept her innoncence.
The last piece of glass wasn't very long, but it was also placed precariously close to the husky's crotch. About 3 inches below the panties and to the inside of her inner thigh.
Crimson let out a puff of smoke. He was losing his character, which was completely unlike him. But, how could he resist? Right in front of him was a beautiful, half-nakedcanine that just seemed to call out tohim, pleading for him to give in. But something else burned inside of him, and not the Demon.
No. That's what the demon would want. Crimson blinked and pushed the two red bangs out of his face. He spread the husky's legs slowly, and grasped the shard of glass between his foreclaw and thumb. He took one last breath of air.
"Here goes nothing."
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"Wassa matter, Sis?"
"Oh, nothing...I just miss Mom."
"I know...I miss her too. It's been a few years since then though."
"Yeah..."
"Come on Amber, cheer up! It's a great day outside today. We can't just waste away our days by sulking about Mom all the time. We're big girls now!"
"I know, but..."
"Okay, now I gotta MAKE you have fun."
"Ah! Stop it, Snow! That tickles!"
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For once, Snow felt warm.
All she could see was black, just endless and unforgiving black. She could feel parts of her body getting warmer and warmer, as if they were being put next to a heater. Every few minutes she felt lighter and lighter, like weight was getting torn off of her chest and legs. Snow could almost imagine herself effortlessly drifting through the blackness, the new comfortable, warm feeling surging through her. New feelings down below were beginning to stir; like warmth running up from the area below her waist and tingling along her back. Subconsciously she arced her back, as the feeling was new...but pleasing. Sweet ecstasy shot through her veins. She didn't know what was happening, but she almost...liked it.
Then, a light.
An intense, surging light.
Snow awoke a few moments later, the bright glare of a flash light shocking her pupils. She yelped and kicked, thrashing herself upward to a sitting position. She couldn't see too well, but by the feeling of it, she was...
"Why am I NAKED?"
Snow shook her head violently to throw out the blinding effects of the flashlight, wrapping her arms around her knees in an attempt to cover herself. Shaking off the light, she opened her eyes to find a black dragon staring at her with a large, bloody piece of glass in his claws.
"Eek! Get away!" Snow spun off the table and swung her leg around in a fierce kick, knocking the dragon aside. The piece of glass went flying from his claws, and with the element of surprise on her side, Snow tackled the dragon. She held down the dragon's wrists, pinning him to the floor. The dragon stared back up at her, his red-pupiled eyes giving her a bemused glare.
"You're welcome," he grumbled.
Snow's snarl died down, realization approaching. "It's you! Ugh!"
Snow looked down at the dragon, noticing him as the hooded guy from earlier today. She almost didn't recognize him because he was wearing a white muscle shirt, and not that eerie black hood. She also noticed that she was still completely nude, and practically ASKING to be eye-candy about now. She rolled to the right of the dragon, curling up in her position to avoid exposing herself further.
Crimson hopped up, looking down at the husky, who was looking back at him with a subtle mix of anger and confusion in her eyes."What were you doing with me, you perverted freak?!" she burst suddenly.
Crimson shook his head. "Saving your life."
"How is stripping me down to my panties saving my life?!"
Crimson turned over to his "operating" table and held up one of the pieces of glass. "You had a few of these in you, not to mention a whole bunch of laser wounds. You would've bled to death if I hadn't helped you." Crimson tossed her damaged bra back to her, and she eagerly turned around and put it back on.
"I still don't see why you had to get me naked...Oh, shit! My strap's cut."
"You had a big piece sticking out of your...well, you know. I had to remove your bra to work on it." He turned and exited the room to snatch a pair of clothes for her.
Waiting until he was gone, Snow inspected her right breast to see if he was telling the truth. Some of the fur was singed there, along with a new, sensitive scar. Her expression shifted a little bit; she was not used hearing the actual truth, especially from complete strangers.
"Here." A few articles of clothing draped over Snow's head, and she eagerly accepted them. The black shirt and pants didn't fit too well, but it beat being naked around this freaky guy. She turned towards Crimson, eyeing him suspiciously. He returned the look with the same amount of energy.
"Why...did you help me anyway?" Snow asked, her eyes looking elsewhere and her voice trailing off.
Crimson narrowed his eyes at her, and then turned to clean up the mess off of the table. "You stole from them. You're not on their side."
Snow crossed her arms, a few locks of hair falling over her shoulders. "Are you talking about those Cornerian goons?"
"Yeah."
Snow half-laughed. "We don't get along too well. Why are you so uptight about those creeps?"
Crimson only shook his head. Snow watched a ring of smoke escape from his snout and float upwards.
"Well?"
"Nothing. Shouldn't you be going?"
Crimson motioned towards the door. Snow glanced at it, and then back towards Crimson. She almost seemed hurt, but she realized she probably needed to leave. Something else was urging her to stay,but she didn't know what.
They wouldnt stop until she was dead, and Lugassi probably had men roaming the streets looking for her right now. Basically, she would not last the night. She came to a decision quickly, and trotted up to Crimson's side..
"Hmm, I think I'll stay for a bit longer." She looked up towards Crimson, who was eyeing her out of the corner of his vision as he cleaned.
"You broke my window and stained my carpet with your blood. What else do you want?" He avoided the part were he had to drop a vast amount of his pride to save her.
Snow scoffed, shaking her head. "Tell ya what, big boy," she told him, a wry smile enveloping her snout, "You let me stay here for awhile and anything I take I'll split with you 50-50. Whaddya say?"
Crimson closed the first aid kit, and then looked towards her. "And have more incidents like this? I think not."
Snow put her hands on her hips, hissing slightly at the pain that burned her body. "Fine then! I don't need you anyway," she replied, keeping her sassy tone.
Inside she knew she was screwed unless she convinced this guy to let her stay. She thought maybe a little reverse psychology would work on him, but he just stood there, stubbornly. Snow looked over him with a grimace. A loud ringing from the dragon's wrist broke her concentration.
Crimson moved to a more private part of the room and pressed a button on his communicator, which Snow hadn't noticed until now. "Yeah?" he acknoweledged.
A low crackle emanated from the communicator. "What's going on, Crimson? Heard there was some mauled bodies found at the underground exhibit at the park today," the voice said. "That wasn't you, was it?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Well," the voice started. "Whatever the case, we need you on the lookout for a brown and white female husky, about 5'6." Crimson glanced at Snow from the corner of his eye.
"And what if I make contact?" Crimson added.
"Do not harm her. She may have some leads to someone we are currently seeking. If at all possible, try and take her in, if you know what I mean."
Snow kept her hands on her hips, smiling slyly. Crimson just shook his head and replied back. "Will do, I'll let you know if I see her. Over and out."
Crimson clicked another button on his communicator and turned towards the smiling husky, who was giving him an "I told you so" look.
"Who was that?" she asked him.
"My boss." He shifted and turned around to clean up the mess this whole situation had caused. Snow watched him, her sly expression still hard on her face. She had won, as usual.
But as she studied him, Snow's smirk faultered slightly. She noticed a small branding mark on his left shoulder.
That mark.
Her body tensed up and the color drained from her face.
"You're a Black Paw...aren't you?"
Crimson stopped his cleaning and turned around, crossing his arms. "What if I am?"
Snow backed up a little, feeling a clench come to her fists. She subsided her feelings for a moment and took into consideration that this dragon had just saved her life; enemy to her 'company' he may be. She looked past the rough black exterior of his features and thought that this guy might have at least little heart in him to save some random chick who burst through his window in a firefight...but she couldn't let him know what she was exactly right now. Right now, she needed a place to call safe, maybe even home...
Crimson snuffed a ring of smoke from his snout, signaling he was irritated with the lack of her response. Snow fake-smiled. "Oh nothing, just eh..wondering," she lied. Shit! He's really going to believe that, she thought.
"Whatever."
Crimson turned back to the table and wiped it off with a rag he snagged from the sink. Snow watched him as he did this, trying to think of something to say. Her body still hurt horribly, and she moaned a little bit to get his attention.
"Do you have a place I could lay down, or something, at least for a little bit?" she asked, tilting her head at him cutely for emphasis. Crimson sighed, rubbed his forehead, and begrudgingly led her towards his bedroom. He pointed at his bed, and then turned to leave.
"Wait!" Snow called, almost too eagerly. "Can I ask you something, Mr. uh..." She rolled her paw, as if leading him on.
"Crimson."
"Yeah, whatever." She sat down on the shanty twin bed, grimacing a bit on the inside. "Sit," she ordered, pointing next to her.
Crimson gave hera look again, leaned up against the doorway with his arms crossed. Snow returned the look with the same amount of vigor, and their eyes met. Lightning seemed to spark between them.
Crimson let a little bit more of his pride fall away as he took a seat next to her. "What do you want?"
Snow smiled and gulped a little. "I really, really need a place to stay..." she looked at him, trying her best to make her eyes sparkle with just enough bullshit to get her in. "Just for one night," she added, placing a hand on Crimson's thigh for more emphasis. Crimson's eyes widened a bit, but he kept his stern expression.
Snow puked a bit on the inside, knowing she'd have to pull out all the stops to make him agree. She fought back her hate for men for a second and leaned towards him, whispering in his ear.
"I'll make it worth your while."
Crimson turned towards her, which almost caused their snouts to touch. For a moment, he stayed in this position, looking straight into her eyes. Rather abruptly after this, however, he stood and held up a single finger rather forcefully. Snow froze.
"ONE night. That's it." His tone seemed rushed.
Snow grinned to herself. She did it.
Crimson left the room, and Snow leaned back in his bed, crossing her arms behind her head in victory.
She was one step closer.
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So what did you all think? R&R!
I'd like to give sincerest thanks to Fox MC for beta-reading this chapter for me. You should give him a look, he's an exceptional author.
All credit for OC/plot/storyline goes to DJ Dragoon.
Pictures of Snow and Crimson will be on my profile page by 3-16-08.
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