Ch.36

Broderick's Secret

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Broderick and his foxes continued onward, marching until the fox Captain said so. Many of the foxes had become aggravated from the seemingly ceaseless trekking through Mossflower.

Russell growled impatiently as he walked beside his father. "Geez, how much farther is this place?"

"We'll be there shortly," answered Broderick, not bothering to make eye contact with his son. "Now do something useful and shut your trap!"

The younger fox folded his arms. "Well, how do we know that ye aren't just running away from Redwall and Hallthor?"

"First of all, you heard the rat, Hallthor's most likely dead," explained the fox Captain. "Second, if there's anything I want, it's to impale that mouse warrior, but for us to stand a chance, we need reinforcements of our own!"

"And ye just happen to know there's a bunch of foxes waitin' around here somewhere?" his son asked skeptically. Broderick suddenly stopped and signaled the rest of his troops to stop.

The fox Captain pushed away some branches and pointed forward. "Does this answer your question?" Scores of tents lay about the clearing, along with several primitively-garbed foxes. Most wore simple loincloths made from cloths and hides from other creatures while other parts of their bodies were covered in colored dyes. Two foxes, one with green tattoos and one with blue tattoos, approached Broderick's crew.

"Who dare enters the territory of the great Avila?" ordered the green-tattooed fox as shook his spear menacingly at Broderick.

The fox Captain scowled at the two. "You dare question me? Do you have any idea who you're talking to? I'm Broderick!" The two foxes immediately put up their weapons and bowed to their superior.

"Forgive us Lord Brdoerick," said the blue-tattooed fox. "It's been many seasons since we last saw ye."

"I must see Avila at once," explained Broderick. "I have urgent news."

"Of course Lord," said the green-tattooed fox. "Follow us."

"Lord Broderick?" Russell whispered to his father.

Broderick smiled contently. "It has a better ring to it than Captain Broderick, don't you think? You and the rest stay here and don't do anything to upset the tribe or it'll be the last mistake you make!" A group of loincloth-clad foxes led Broderick's force to the main camp while to two guard foxes led Broderick to a tent set apart from the rest.

Avila began chanting quietly to herself as she shook several stones and bones in her paws before casting them upon the floor. A slow smile crept across her face as she looked up at the tent entrance. "He has arrived."

Seconds later, Broderick ducked under the tent flap, a roguish smile plastered upon his face. "It's been seasons Avila."

"De great Broderick has finally returned!" said the vixen as she wrapped her arms around his hips.

"Surprised to see me my dear?" asked Broderick.

The vixen shook her head. "My visions foretold your return many nightfalls ago." She unwrapped her arms around the male fox. "Dey told me dat you seek my assistance. How may I help?"

"Many miles from here lies a place called Redwall Abbey," answered Broderick. "My horde wishes to conquer it, but we're in need of reinforcements."

Avila raised her paw for silence. "Say no more, what is mine is yours. I would be an honor to be by your side once more."

Broderick leaned in closer to the vixen. "Shall we seal the deal then?" If this was a different species or a male fox, sealing the deal would consist of spitting into ones paw and shaking the other vermin's paw. However, this was Avila, a gorgeous vixen. The two came together, lips locking as tongues slithered about. The vixen began to remove Broderick's jacket as he quickly tore off the strip of cloth concealing her chest. In there opinion, there was no better way to seal a deal between the two of them then this.

Broderick sat alone by his own campfire, munching away at a roasted bird. His solitude was soon finished as Russell took a seat away from his dad.

"You took forever in there!" noted the younger fox as he gnawed away at his own piece of roasted bird. "Why'd it take so long for you to just ask for her help?" As he sniffed the air however, he received his answer. "Oh, never mind." Broderick smiled as he watched his son mutter to himself about his dad having all the luck before taking a bite of roast bird.

"So, how do ye know that vixen?" asked Russell.

"We go back a few seasons," answered Broderick. "Before you were born."

"I heard she's one of those seers," continued the captain's son. "Seeing visions and doin' magic and whatnot. 'Tis fake if ye ask me."

The fox captain scowled. "Don't talk about your mother like that!"

The younger fox scowled back at him. "I don't care! I'll talk to her anyway I…wait, what? Mom got shot by an arrow!"

"It's quite fun lying to small children," answered Broderick with a smile. "I guess I should explain. Many seasons ago, I wandered upon this camp where I met Avila. There was a feast that night, which consisted of a vast variety of alcohol. I gave her a night she would never forget." A wide grin grew across his face. "Ye never forget your first. Shortly afterwards, she told me she was pregnant. To make matters worst, she had a husband at the time. Knowing that I'd be killed for impregnating her, she lied to her people, saying she had to go on a spiritual journey while I said I was leaving to conquer and plunder more land. After a while, she gave birth to you and asked me to take care of you, for she knew that her husband wouldn't believe the baby was his. Apparently, he couldn't…um…get it up."

"Wow, that's not too good for the ol' self esteem," commented Russell. "What happened to him?"

"Well, I wandered about for a while until I saw the ugliest thing I've ever seen," continued the fox Captain. "It was the first time I saw Hallthor. I thought he was some deformed weasel or something, but turns out that's how he usually looks." The two foxes shared a laugh before Broderick began once more. "Avila's husband had apparently angered Hallthor and got flattened. I was so thankful that I made the worst decision I've ever made…I pledged my allegiance to him. I quickly rose through the ranks until he appointed me his captain. I was so busy, I couldn't bother taking care of you, but one night solved that problem. A lovely vixen walked up to me one night asking if I was up for a good time, so I told her I'd have sex with her if she adopted you. From then on, she was your mother until she was killed by an arrow during battle."

"So, that's it? I'm simply just a result from another one of your one night stands?" asked Russell."

"Exactly," answered the older fox. "It's not like we meant to have ye, I kind of happened by mistake."

Anger rushed through the young fox as he kicked dirt at Broderick. "Go to Hellgates!" He rushed off into the night, away from his father."

"Huh, somebeast is a little emotional," Broderick said to himself before taking another bite of roast bird.

I hope you liked the chapter! Sorry if I scared you a little when they 'sealed the deal'. As for Avila, I'm trying to base her dialect off of Calypso from Pirates of the Caribbean. Some tips on how to do her dialect would be greatly appreciated! Please R&R!