Loving this story. Hopefully it will clear my mental block I've been having with Forever. Only person who's not in love with it is Mirai due to a strong dislike of Panther. Until this mental block clears I'm only going to be writing this. Once it does, I'll be writing chapters for both Forever and this story, at least 1 update for both of them a week. If you read the previous the 31st, it's very likely that I added in some details and fixed a sentence due to the advice of Matthew DR. If you'd like to, hunt down these details and see if you like it more.

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As the lights of the wolfen consumed Panther's attention, they were the only thing worth his attention in the small craft, this was taking into consideration he was surrounded by an endless black void with the occasional spark of light made by a star.

Her words were haunting him. Not just the bitter ones she used against him, but every last word she's ever spoken to him.

As his memories flashed to every good moment he ever had with the blue vixen. A small tear paved the way to the flood.

The first tear slid its way along the black fur on his face, slicking down the fur, until it reached his muzzle. It fell from his muzzle, the split second afterwards a few more tears followed.

"Damn it," he hissed through his muzzle as his head dipped down, his eyes now looking at his feet.

His memories went straight to the moment where Krystal caressed his face with her hand before kissing him on the small stripe visible below his right eye. He felt his face burn up just as it did the time it happened, this time rather than a blush, it was rage.

His fist slammed down onto the control panel on the wolfen. "God damn it!" he shouted, tears still falling.

A bomb jettisoned into the air before him, illuminating the sky. There went his only bomb.

"Shit!"

He brought his left hand up and massaged his forehead in an attempt to ignore the stress. Sadly it failed.

Soon after, his left hand came to grasp a metal panel. He knew what was behind it very well. Should he? No…

His body didn't obey him as his claws grasped at the panel, pain ripping through his fingers as the claws tugged at the panel, then it released. A loud clang of metal on metal echoed through the ship as it revealed a small black leather photo book.

Hidden in that book was every picture of Krystal he had to his name. Against his will, the same hand flipped open the book as it rested on his lap.

The pages seemed to have a mind of their own as they flipped to the one picture that mattered most to him.

The picture was that of Krystal and him, their first kiss forever encased into a picture in time. Tears started to fall to the pages, staining the paper with water marks. Not a single tear hit the picture though.

Then he felt hate course through his veins as he remembered every hateful thing she ever said to him.

This time he was in control, he turned his ship on autopilot as he grasped the picture. Then in one swift motion, it was ripped into two.

He gave one last glance at the photo before he allowed the photo book and the ripped picture to fall to the floor.

His eyes fell to his radar, no enemies visible, but there was a small blue dot visible. As he glanced up through the canopy he saw what the dot was.

The planet of bandits, the planet of thugs… Zoness. That was the last place he wanted to be, but he seemed to have no choice.

He slowly pressed forwards on the thrusts and watched as the dot became larger and larger.

As his engine reached its limits, the boost was cut off as it cooled down. Not like he needed them anymore, he was close to the surface of the planet.

He had gotten lucky; he was flying in the direction of one of its many islands. He switched his G-Diffuser on as his radar changed to accommodate him entering the orbit of Zoness.

As his ship stabilized from the change, he looked at his radar. He noticed a small D on his screen representing a Docking Bay.

He made a beeline for said Docking Bay. As his wolfen made its landing he looked for the nearest bar, hoping to dull his pain.

There was one right beside the Docking Bay. Convenient.

He withdrew from his wolfen, making a silent landing. He instantly placed his hands in his pockets, them feeling the credits he carried on himself, and lowered his head as to not draw attention.

As he made his way to the bar, his eyes were looking up, as to not walk into anybody.

As he turned the corner to walk in, someone walked out the door, their laugh a bellow. The two connected, the unexpected contact sending the feline to the ground.

First thing that came to him was a strong scent of dirty water. This scent hid the scents of fresh blood, rusted metal, and stale liquor.

He got visual of a brown otter, and a drunk one at that. He narrowed his eyes as a warning towards the otter, no words needed.

"Shtop lookkkking at me likesh that." The drunken otter hiccupped loudly, the movement throwing him off balance as he stumbled to stay up.

He made a swift connection the door of the bar, falling to the ground in response.

"Now whyyyy'd ya go, and dosh that," the otter's words slurred as he failed at getting up.

A small smile was hinted at the corner of the former Star Wolf member's lips. The one threat he had was so drunk he couldn't even stand up.

He stood up and brushed himself off, cutting a chuckle off with his teeth. As he pushed the bar door open, he made perfectly sure to kick some dirt into the face of the otter through dragging his foot back hard.

The chatter of the alcoholics immersed him. This was not Panther's day.

He instantly spotted the figure of Leon in the corner, this could get ugly. Even if the chameleon didn't know what Panther had done, there was still the ongoing hatred between them, and the feline had no doubts the lizard would be out for his blood in general.

He made his way to the counter and sat. The bartender came to him immediately, the scarred raccoon cleaning a glass with a cloth, grime visible on it despite this fact, "What's your poison?" he questioned.

"I'd like a flat out beer, but my chameleon buddy in the corner back there," Panther pointed his thumb in the general direction of Leon, his head still tilted down as to hide his identity, "get him the strongest drink you have, and keep 'em coming."

Panther pushed forwards two thousand credits. The barkeep smiled, "With that kind of money able to be just thrown around, you could put me out of business. Whatever you say kitty-cat."

Panther growled at the barkeep, a smile emanating from the face of the raccoon. Instantly a glass bottle was placed in front of Panther.

The cap was removed as he took a long drink of the alcohol, the bitter taste making his throat raspy, grinning as his mind became buzzed just slightly, his memories at the back of his head. He set the bottle down.

He could feel the frayed leather of the black bar seat. He felt several slits in it, most likely formed by a knife that some drunk stabbed into the seat.

He made a quick glance at Leon to see a large glass bottle of rum arriving in front of him. As the barkeep went to point at him, he dived under the counter, hitting his head relatively hard. The alcohol seemed to dull the pain anyways.

He saw a look of confusion from the bartender and Leon didn't seem to mind. Perfect…

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Zoness was the choice planet of voters on poll. It was opened the moment I posted last week's chapter. He has to run into Leon at one point, may as well be now. Panther isn't above foul play at this point, considering he's on Zoness and isn't at the suicidal thoughts point. Well anyways, hop you all enjoy.