You're a dick Nat, I hope u kno that… yelling at me cause I want u to type -.- what yo prob? You kno I have probs of my own, why make them worse?
Takes one to know one Will. _
Fox just tugged slightly at the leather bonding around his waist. He wanted to just snap it off and strangle Will with it so badly, but he knew it would only doom him to jail time of everyone around him hating him, and no chance to gain Krystal back.
"Foxie, ya know she still loves ya, why the hell would you still be crying about it?" Falco rudely asked. "If I go find her right now, would you stop your fucking grumbling and make it up to her?" Fox just nodded slightly as Falco walked to the door. He watched the falcon leave, the looked to Valco to make sure she was asleep, this was his chance. He extended a claw and slowly cut away at the thick binding. Once it came half way to its end, he got tired and just pulled on it with full force.
There was a loud snap, and Fox's hand went flying into his muzzle. Pain shot through him as he put a vice grip on his right wrist, trying to ignore the pain to the best of his abilities. The breaking of this strand gave him just enough room to move his legs and slip his feet out from under the last strap. He quickly did so and ran for the window, grabbing one of the cloaks on a hook between the beds. He vaulted over the wall and out, hiding in the bushes near by.
If what I heard is true, if I find Krystal, I'll find Will. He thought to himself. He walked from behind the bushes, seeing it was clear. He put the cloaks large hood up to conceal his wrapped muzzle and walked along. He looked at the wall of a near by building, the one he had failed before. Today, I conquer thee.
He ran and jumped, grabbing a loose brick and jumping off the wall, grabbing a window sill on the opposite building. He climbed to the top of said window and jumped to the opposite building, successfully grabbing onto the loose brick. He sighed through his partially uncovered nose and pulled himself up, reaching for the roof, his long arms making it easy to grab hold of it and pull himself up. He looked around, and saw a gleaming figure to his right. He ducked down behind the raised end of the roof and slowly peeked over it, seeing the guard, shining from the suns reflection.
The guard looked away from where Fox was, and he jumped into action. The guard slowly turned back towards Fox, and was knocked down when Fox rammed him. Fox grabbed the bears stubby snout and the back of his head, twisting hardly and hearing a snap.
Fox relinquished the dead guard of his sword and strapped it around his waist.
He heard a laugh from below, and looked down to see a couple, noticeably really enjoying their time together. Fox sighed again and looked around some more. He saw a glimpse of blue fur as another couple rounded a corner, the blue furred person wearing the same colored cloak that Krystal wore; the other wore a dark green cloak. They were noticeably walking towards the hide out, and Fox followed promptly, sticking to the roofs. The couple stopped and moved into a nearby alley as a group that looked to be of high social rank walked by. Fox lay on the roof just above the alley, listening as closely as he could.
"Come now, Will, must you keep the mask on?" The woman asked.
At least I know it's them. Fox thought to himself.
"It is for reasons only known to the order. We wear the masks to frame those who conspire against us, ma'lady." Will responded. "We take into account everything, the person's choice of weaponry, clothing, even how they walk. No detail is overlooked."
"But we are just a short walk away from the hide out; there is no need for it anymore."
"Fine, ma'lady, if you truly wish it." There was the sound of rubber being pulled off a surface, almost as if it was his face. "There. Now, let us get back and check up on our little friend. I want to see how well he has recovered so far."
"Or… we could stay here a while… relax and rest a bit." Krystal said. Fox slowly looked over the edge to see her, hood down, sitting on the ground with her back against a wall. Will just leaned on the wall with his hood up.
The hell are they doing? They are so close to the hide out they might as well walk the rest of the way and sleep! Fox yelled in his head as he looked towards the sun. It was close to night time, and he rolled onto his back and stood, somewhat satisfied. Then he heard a rustling beneath him. He looked down to see Krystal pushing Will against a wall, them kissing each other.
Fuck no… Fox fumed as he threw himself off the building. He drew the blade from the spot it was fastened, the navy blue cloth releasing from it, shooting skywards as he continued his decent.
The moon didn't look down on the alley, and Fox knew if he ever wanted to kill that son of a bitch, well here's his chance. The blade was making a fast approach to Will, and Fox was certain he'd win… but Will's hand reached up, stopping the blade in its tracks.
"Why must you intrude oh so often Fox McCloud?" he said nonchalant.
Fox wanted nothing more than to retort; however, when he opened his mouth a little in an attempt to protest, a monstrous wave of pain struck him all at one. He fell to his feet, finding no more choice than to display his mood by flipping Will off.
A look of confusion flashed across Will's face, Krystal slumping against the wall as Will stood up. He turned to look at Fox head-on.
"My deepest apologies ma' lady, but it seems that your connoisseur is making a healthy recovery, and now wishes nothing more than to harm my own."
"It's not your fault Willis," she said, remembering his nickname from oh so long ago.
This made another look of confusion flash across his muzzle, faint signs in his eyes, then, they mellowed out. After a few moments he stepped aside, a small, "Sorry," escaping his lungs.
I has the disease, nonstop writing for a week. It's like NaNoWriMo, except I'm not crying and breaking the keyboard in two.