Bet you guys weren't expecting an update on this so soon. XD Well guess what... I hope I haven't inconvenienced you with an early post. I mean... I could take it back and release it later? Yes? Yes. That's what I'll do.
OUCH! .
Who threw that... *picks up object* 'Cooking in the Microwave for Dummies' ... -_-'
Really? Well... anyways.
I do hope you like this chapter. I've seen much commentary concerning a few subjects I've always planned on touching upon and this is the chapter where that happens. Answering every question in the moment something happens is too convenient, I hope you all know that. Best to answer things like "Why is Judy kind to predators when the rest of her family isnt?" at later times. It's like explaining a joke step by step AS you tell it.
Now then, read, review, fav, follow, and enjoy. Today's strange snack is a cheesecake. (though the one i'm eating is dough baked in a cake pan, covered in melted cheese, and dusted with crumbled chips.
Nicholas twisted his paws around within each other, mouth open and panting slightly. He was nervous… anxious… fearful, his head down in supposed shame.
The doe eyeing him wanted to think he probably deserved to be as such right now, but everything Penny said thus far brought his actions into a different light. Before her was not just a mammal rightfully regretting his actions, but a fox emotionally torn between what he could do and what he should've done. Judith now realized that his trepidations were mostly focused on her. What she thought and how she would see him should things have not worked out in their favor.
The grey bunny now felt the pit in her heart ache further. Her fox was so fearful of her reprise and view of him in that respect, that she almost felt a slight tinge of happiness at how much her word and mental visage of him meant to Nicholas. Her ears once again flopped downward, the doe mentally giving in to the part of herself that wanted to give her mate a chance to explain himself.
With Penny staying a short distance away, both a comfort and a curse, should she hear anything potentially private, the bunny got in close and nudged her mate. He turned slowly, paws stilling for a moment before the tod went to wipe them off on his pants. He tried to smile but looked no less despondent and trepidatious of what was to come, and the emotional exposure pulled at the doe's heart strings. Smiling back in an effort to comfort him, she saw his paws noticeably stopped fidgeting.
"So…" Judith began, "who goes furst?"
"Me!" The tod near exclaimed, all too chipper for the moment. He lowered his head and ears again, giving his bunny a guilty look. "I meant me… please… my lady."
Given the moment was a bit somber, Judith chose to brush off the irksome feeling at being addressed as 'my lady' once more. She assumed he felt he didn't deserved to call her by name at the time. Besides, she had neither the patience nor mental focus to divert towards that argument, so she let it go.
"Go ahead," was Judith's soft reply. The red fox breathed out in a rush, as if he were holding his breath, sucking another in before speaking.
"I'm terribly sorry for my actions," Nicholas started. "I was so caught up in my own thoughts that neglected to properly give you a better understanding of my plan at the time…"
"You were thinking about killing the ram… i know," interjected the grey doe. The fox looked slightly surprised but figured Penny told her. He nodded solemnly, averting his gaze from the rabbit. "Why?"
Releasing a groaning sigh, Nicholas looked forward to see Penny's ears flicking, her head tilting in a belated nod.
"Because he will return to fight us," he tried to reason to the grey bunny, who appeared resolute in her thinking.
"You didn't have to kill those bandits…" Judith retorted evenly. "They didn't come back." The tod stifled a frustrated growl that threatened to come out.
"Those were idiots in over their head with mammals they assumed would be an easy mark for thievery, thus, no reason to pursue us further," he bluntly explained. "That scout will come back and make an attempt to kill or capture, especially since he was paid to do so." The doe now looked contemplative, her reasoning suffering a crack in the armor.
"But we don't have to kill…" she replied with a faltering false bravado. "We're better than that and will always show mercy…"
"That's a delusion!" Nicholas snapped, now watching in slight fear as his bunny's eyes widened in shock, then in full realization at what he said.
Trying to temper his resolve, the red fox continued as steadily as his voice allowed, "When it's down to you and an opponent, to which only one can come out alive, you can't count on mercy to change their mind about you. Even worse, when someone you love is in danger, you may have to make a decision you don't like. I was close to such a decision earlier… and I got lucky. Extremely lucky. I couldn't take the idea of you coming to hate me because I did that… but next time, I won't be hesitating again."
"Next time…" she mumbled, gaze drifting away with empty eyes. "You would take a life to protect me? But… how far will you go, how many lives will you end to accomplish that end?" The grey doe's eyes became watery as she tried to lock her gaze with his once more, wavering in resolve.
Nicholas's own emerald pools became dull for a moment as he thought that over.
"You shouldn't ask me that," he breathed in a near whisper. Judith bit her lip and fought back a gasp, sucking her teeth instead.
"Just… tell me," the rabbit half-heartedly demanded. With a slight smile and sad eyes, Nicholas looked back at her.
"To keep you safe… I'd trade the world in its entirety."
Out of context, and in most other situations, the words might have appeared romantic. In this case, it was a bitter and stale taste in Nicholas's mouth and jarring for Judith to absorb. She felt that maybe she should have been comforted by that ideal. That she would be secure and safe by his side if he was so resolute. All she could think though, was all the murder the fox would be willing to commit in her name.
"Why would any mammal need to kill another…?" the doe mumbled almost incoherently, with the tod unsure if she were even asking him at all. He pulled in a breath, ready to answer anyways.
"It's not really a need," Nicholas stated, getting his mate's eyes to slowly train on him again. "Nor a necessity. It's a right to live, but when someone abuses that right by trying to take it from others, they forfeit the right against any who wishes to defend themselves. That ram, in my eyes, forfeited that right when he chose to attack us with the intent to maim and kill us. He didn't even appear concerned with capturing you, when it came down to it."
"I guess…" she replied simply and slowly. The red fox took the chance to try holding the ground he believed he was gaining.
"Before every battle… when I was a soldier," he began, "I would recite every mantra I could think of, remembering the value of a life. I did it… so that I would never lose myself to heat of battle, slaying with no conscience and no mercy, even to those that truly wished for it. I never wanted to lose myself and what it means to be me. Every death that I have caused, has been in defense of something, be it an ideal or to keep an army from marching on a innocent village."
Nicholas chose to stop there, hoping to all the good in the world that Judith would see the light in this darker part of his life, his heart, his mind.
His paws began to fidget somewhat again, as the rabbit walked onward, eyes still and sullen, contemplative of everything her fox said. Her eyes blinked many times and mouth parted and closed randomly, as if making to speak but having no words come to mind. Finally, after several minutes of silence…
"I want to be alone for a bit…" Judith breathed.
Nicholas felt like a weight was dropped into his stomach, feeling that he was losing her… with no more words or arguments in mind to potentially sway her. Everything was blank. All he could do, though quite mechanically at this point, was nod and allow her to break away.
The fox tod's paw went outstretched, desperate to try and bring her back, but he stilled himself and resigned to walk onward, sighing and clenching his eyes shut.
"She just needs time," spoke up a voice from beside him. Nicholas opened his eyes to see the small snow leopard closing the distance, remaining next to him and giving the tod a pat on the back.
"Didn't you hear anything?" the fox nearly hissed at Penny. She didn't even blink, her smile annoying him greatly.
"Heard it all and quite the sad sounding turnabout," she replied evenly. "Although, did you look at her?"
Nicholas turned his head away in slight shame as he stated, "I couldn't bear to see her face when she said that…"
"Then you didn't see what I did," revealed the feline in a somewhat smug tone. "Her face looked like that of someone who had her potentially delusional ideals broken and now needs to reevaluate. What?... Did you think she would instantly change her mind and rush into your arms, swooned by your words?" Penny raised her brow, as if almost expecting the fox to have thought exactly that. He shrugged half-heartedly.
"I… sorta?" came his tepid reply, giving the leopard an awkward, lopsided smile.
Penny began to laugh, a clear but still soft sound that both seemed pleasant and inopportunistically annoying. She slapped him hard across the back, testing the rigidity of his back's armor padding. He tripped forward a bit, but remained relatively steady as he glared at the feline, who was apparently quite immune to non verbal threats as she only laughed harder.
"You, my dear fox, are an idiot," Penny laid out for Nicholas, unabashed and seemingly prideful in her accusatory remark. Even knowing it wouldn't work, the tod glared further at the beaming leopard, her heterochromatic eyes gleaming as bright as her smile. The red fox couldn't restrain himself anymore and was able to crack a tentative grin. "There you go," the feline comforted. "Just give her time to work through the revelations you made her face. She'll come around."
"Yeah…" the tod vented in a low sigh. "I'll just hold onto that hope…"
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Judith spent the better part of the day alone with her thoughts, staying at the stringent edges of the group, barely within view at many times. While it should have been simple, her mind worked through all the information afforded her with the efficiency of a sloth trudging through a swamp. It was both a relief and a rude awakening to see that her musings bypassed the entire day, as everyone made ready to camp before the light of the sun waned beneath the treeline.
She was about to ready herself to pitch her tent for the night… when she remembered that the grey rabbit had agreed to share one with Nicholas. A small growling groan left her as she mulled over what to do.
Sighing upon coming to the conclusion that she needed some more time to think, Judith mumbled to another mammal about getting kindling. Only when they nodded did she hurriedly pad off on her own into the darkening forest. The sun was still well above the horizon, giving her plenty of light and time to work with, but the lengthening shadows did unsettle her slightly.
As she walked, her thoughts seemed to find coalescence in the visage of various personalities that seemed to reflect certain conflicting portions of her psyche. Her sense of logic came around to having to agree with her mate. Her morality and sense of justice disagreed with her logic though. Other voices seemed to whisper strange and conflicting things, but the aforementioned two were the most prevalent in her mind as of yet.
We can't just allow ourselves to believe that murder is right and just, Judith's morality shouted in the recesses of her mind, a room of sorts being the imaginative and figurative foundation for her internal debate.
It isn't murder if it is done in defense of those who would die otherwise, her logic rebuked.
It's still taking a life, Morality fired back. Your blade, your arrow, your paw… snuffing that light out when, if you have the strength to take a life, you should have the strength to spare it.
Life is rarely so simple and you know it, Logic calmly argued. As Nicholas said… it is deluded to think otherwise. Besides, he never said it was right or just. Only that it was necessary sometimes. He never condoned it nor said it wasn't potentially conflicting to him. In fact, he very heavily implied that it was difficult for him to even think about it. He put his very life at stake when he dropped his weapons to knock out the ram instead of doing the assured move of killing him.
Judith's morality remained eerily silent within her mind, the doe phasing out of the internal debate to pick up dry twigs and branches to use for kindling. She even found some exceptionally dry bark that would serve well to light on fire quite quickly.
She had to admit to herself, with a sigh, that her mate appeared more conflicted about the potential ordeal than she did. Not so much over the action itself… but the result. He did consider options and weigh them accordingly, always giving consideration, proven by his admission that he planned to kill the ram, but changed his mind when presented with the issue that now plagued them.
Judith lamented that she was probably keeping her fox worried sick about her unresolved thoughts concerning their differences. She would never give him up, that much she knew. Although, the poor tod probably feared anything and everything that concerned their relationship. He deserved to know she wasn't planning on breaking away from him, at the very least.
Pulling a small length of chord from her side pouch, the grey doe tied the bundle of kindling together, slinging it over her shoulder and making her way back.
Thinking back on her original problem, it wasn't like she avoided the idea of death. She's lost extended family and siblings, with some of the predators serving under her family dying if pushed too far. It was the thought that her or Nicholas could cause it to someone else that made her trepidatious over it. She knew the pain of loss and… she supposed… she didn't want to be the cause of that for others.
But what if your 'mercy' causes your own or Nicholas's death in turn? Logic calmly argued.
Judith hissed at herself and shook her head violently, willing away tears. The bunny didn't want to entertain that thought.
She finally found her way back to camp, pawing over her bundle, to which a few 'Thank you' mentions were made. Multiple fires were started, with other mammals having found wood of varying sizes to make a few sustainable fires for the night.
Not feeling up to eating, she turned down all but a portion of bread, offered to her by her own sister. Whilst she was against it, Heather and Rose made to accompany the group, so as to give the mercenaries following them as little reason as possible to care about trying to find Upendi. Their reasoning aside from that is that they were great at gathering and helping prepare for meals and such. Neither were fighters, but both were willing to support as needed. Both even expressed willingness to take up such crafts as fletching to provide the archers of the group with arrows.
"What has you looking so down?" Heather asked, guiding her to sit on a log that another mammal took the liberty to roll into the camp for such use as they were making of it.
"Just my own stupidity, I think," Judith answered, averting her gaze. A new thought occurred to her, upon seeing Rose walk around, pawing out some hot stew to a few other mammals. "Why do you think we turned out so different with our views in respect to predators…? At least in respect to our other siblings."
The elder sibling breathed in, loosing the breath as she contemplated the question, answering, "Honestly, for me, I was the same as all of them. I used poor Rose for my own selfish ends… but… I ended up caring for her more than I ever thought I could. Through that… I found a new array of questions to ask that led me to see my previous teachings and behavior as wrong." She clutched her legs to her chest, leaning her head on her knees and giving her sister a curious look with a tilted head. "I don't think you were anything like that though, Judith. You've always been kinder. A lot of other siblings were either annoyed or jealous of it."
"I guess I never saw the point in being like our siblings, or listening to father's teachings about predators," Judith revealed. "If I remember right… I was like ten when I began asking the simple question 'Why?' in concern to the treatment and views we were taught to have towards predators. We were told they were dangerous beings with the capability to eat us whole if we gave them the chance and should subjugate them, but I've seen prey do so much to predators with no real intent to be as savage as we claimed them to be. Prey in that respect were more frightening to me than predators were."
Heather began laughing, much to the grey doe's ire.
"What?" Judith asked in annoyance, furrowing her brow.
The brown bunny calmed herself, clearing her throat to explain, "You make it sound like prey were more savage in respect to predators, which… I agree with. And, as it turns out, it was a rather funny revelation to think about." The two sisters gave each other warm smiles, a bit of Judith's previous tension and anxious trepidations waning now. "So…" Heather resumed, "was that all?"
"I suppose not," the grey doe divulged. "I had a disagreement with Nicholas that has had me in a knot, trying to make sense of everything. He was willing to kill to protect me, though I probably overreacted to that revelation, with delusions that everyone can be reasoned with."
"That is a delusion," her sister agreed. Judith looked over to her with a renewed expression of frustration. "What? It's true. I won't say it's right, pure, or good… but it's true. I've never really been in that position but I heard things from our brothers and father. Here's what I think you should mull over, from your sister… He is willing to carry the guilt of such an action to save you. He doesn't sacrifice his life, but maybe a part of himself. It's hard to explain."
"No… no," the younger bunny waved her sister down. "I actually get it… and it makes some sense. Thank you." Heather leaned over in response to give Judith a tight hug, with the grey doe returning the embrace.
"I love you, Judith," the elder sister whispered.
"Love you too, Heather," the younger returned in kind.
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WIth the night sky showing an increasing number of bright stars in the sky, Judith made her towards the tent that Rose had pointed out as being set up earlier by Nicholas.
She stood at the precipice of the entrance flaps, sucking in nervous breaths, as all the words she practiced in her mind suddenly flew away. Her throat was suddenly dry and a renewed sense of guilt upon leaving her fox without an inkling to her leanings rose in her gut. She gulped and turned around, rubbing her head in an effort to purge her mind of the terrible thoughts. The doe then turned back towards the flaps, taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly.
Judith entered the tent, becoming a little surprised to see her fox lying wrapped in a blanket on the tent floor, body facing away but with his head turned back to stare at her.
He jumped up almost immediately, eyes downcast but somewhat expectant of something good. The fox's tail flicked sporadically in reflection of an emotion that the grey bunny couldn't yet read from him. It didn't matter at the moment. The good thing was he wasn't giving her a cold shoulder or treatment that would seem abrasive. He was patient and waiting for her.
The thought made her heart stutter its beats for a few seconds. He'd been so understanding of her, despite her refutations and previous arguments against him.
Knowing words alone wouldn't likely ease the tension that Judith could read from Nicholas, the grey bunny doe padded lightly over to her red fox tod, lifting his muzzle with her paw, and nuzzling him right underneath his chin.
"I'm sorry," she murmured against him, the vibrations of her voice seemingly continuing after she stopped speaking. Judith then realized with a smile, that her mate was purring.
"I'm sorry, too," the tod vented almost breathlessly. "I'll make sure to be clearer with my paw signals… or better yet, just speak when I must. This 'Silence' thing shouldn't endanger you…"
The rabbit was about to renew a continuance of her apology, when Nicholas stiffened and a large ripping sound cascaded through the tent. She was pushed to the ground as a yelp echoed in the small space. The tent was tall enough to stand in, with it being several feet from one side to the other, probably made for larger mammals, but luxuriously spaced for smaller ones. Judith rolled to a stop against the opposing edge, recovering as quickly as she was able to look at her mate.
Her eyes widened.
Though it was night, flames from the fires outside still bleed through the fabric, illuminating the space within. It allowed her to see Nicholas…
...and the ram from before holding a blade to his neck. The fox made a move to struggle, but the blade held against him only pressed further against his neck. No blood was drawn yet, though, with how little room the ram left, the tod could no longer make any moves without harming himself.
Judith looked down to see her fox's sword lying next to her. She grabbed it and pulled it from the scabbard, pointing it with shaky paws at the male sheep. He laughed at her, keeping his voice low.
"One wrong move, little bunny, and the fox gets to be colored a new shade of red," the ram threatened. "I was told to bring you back alive… and I won't feel guilty at all making this pelt a forest floor decoration to get to you." He gestured with his chin for her to drop the sword. The doe very nearly complied until…
"Don't you dare do it, Val," Nicholas spoke sternly to her. "He'll kill me either way…"
"Oh, come on…" chastised the sheep playfully. "You're ruining my fun. It's not like she'll do anything with that sword anyways. Probably can't even use it properly, eh? Little spoiled daughter of a Lord with a big sword."
Judith gripped the sword tighter, unsure what to do. He was right, though it wasn't like she wouldn't do anything. She couldn't. The ram was larger than the fox, but, with the sword so tightly pressed to his neck, any move on her part would be met with a slashing of her mate's throat before likely parrying any blow she would land.
Patience, the grey bunny saw Nicholas mouth to her. It took her a few times running the memory in her mind to fully grasp what he said, but she understood… and waited.
She now understood so much from this moment. The value of a life versus the hesitation that mercy allowed. Her mate was right. Penny was right. Heather was right. It wasn't good… but as she read in a book before…
The path to good is sometimes paved by evil deeds, made with the best intentions.
Nicholas darted his eyes up to the ram, trying to formulate a plan.
"Hey powder puff?" he called mildly, keeping his throat from moving into the blade. The ram turned his head with a grunt.
"What do you want, pelt?" he spat, almost literally, into the fox's face.
"Mind if I have any last request?" Nicholas snarked, smiling slightly.
The male sheep looked rather flabbergasted, breaking out into laughter.
"You're such a dumb fox!" he guffawed, the blade moving ever so slightly away from his neck. The fox willed him to move it a bit further, needing room enough to try something…
A gurgling sound suddenly made the red fox tod's eyes dart up to the ram, widening greatly in shock and surprise. The ram adapted a similar widening of the eyes, albeit with different pupils.
Judith was heaving deep breaths, eyes determined and quite possibly hiding a boiling layer of anger beneath them. Her paws were in a death grip on the Nicholas's sword, blood seeping downward and dribbling over the tips of her fingers.
She stood inches away from her fox, the sword buried into the ram's neck, just to the right of his windpipe, but severing it from the side just the same. The tip made its way through the soft flesh and out the back of his neck… piercing through the spine and severing the connection with his body.
The male sheep's arms and legs buckled, with the red fox avoiding the bladed edge previously pressed close to his neck, as it now fell towards his feet. With the tod shuffling back, the blade thumped softly into the tarp laid out on the forest floor for their tent.
The ram fell into a heap, the life gone from his eyes and sword still embedded within his flesh. Judith released the hilt and collapsed to her knees, starting to hyperventilate.
Nicholas knelt down to her level and wrapped his paws around her, pulling her close.
"Shh shh…" he cooed. "You're okay… I'm okay. I'm here for you."
"I… I…" she began to sob, "I killed… *hiccup* killed him."
The red fox pulled her closer, tilting his head down to whisper in her ear, "No… you saved me." He then went to pet her head, her ears falling behind her head.
A furling flap sounded, drawing Nicholas's gaze.
Bogo and Meeko were at the tent entrance, mouths agape and weapons ready. The raccoon with his twin daggers and buffalo hefting… a fairly sizable battle axe. Nodding their understanding as the tod vaguely gestured the ram was no longer alive, Bogo turned to Meeko.
"Get everyone you can to keep on guard and search the area," the bull softly ordered, his eyes locked on the crying doe. "I highly doubt he was alone."
The raccoon nodded and took off with surprising speed. The buffalo stayed a moment.
"You can use my tent right now," he offered softly, drawing a tepid nod from Nicholas. "Use some water to clean off if you so wish."
Without waiting, the fox tod scooped up his mate, her sniffles and hiccups waning but also somewhat stifled against his chest, taking off out of the tent.
He crossed the campsite, finding a large metal flask of water, shaking it to test how much was in it. Realizing it was near full, he set down his mate gently on a stump, letting her stare blankly at the ground. Nicholas took advantage of her docile state and held out her slightly bloodied paws, drizzling water over them and quickly washing out the substance before it could get dried and sticky. It took a couple minutes of rinsing and teasing the fur, but her paws became clean enough that he didn't feel she would renew her tears and sobbing fit from looking at her paws.
The red fox looked his mate over, making sure there was no injuries or blood. He then checked himself as well. Besides still feeling aches from the pressure the ram put on him with his hooves, Nicholas was fine. It wasn't the furst time his life was threatened, even if this was a closer call than he was used to. The tod did worry profusely over his mate.
Tears run dry and breathing becoming normal, her eyes reflected this emptiness that made her mate unsure how to approach her.
"I understand now," Judith breathed. "I get all of what you meant… even if I still disagree with a lot of it." Nicholas felt a great deal of relief that his bunny wasn't going catatonic, kneeling down in front of her to clasp her paws in his.
"I never said I liked it either," he spoke in agreement, leaning in to kiss the top her head. The bunny doe lifted her head in response, gazing deeply into her fox's eyes, life returning to her amethyst gems.
"I couldn't lose you…" the grey rabbit stated with a revitalized sense of determination, still tempered with her recent guilt, but not pervaded by it. Her paws wrapped around the tod's neck, lips planting themselves on his own.
Her actions ended up unbalancing him, bringing them both to the ground, Nicholas on his back and Judith on top of him, never releasing her mouth from his. The red fox's paws were now outstretched, digits extended, as he hesitated to embrace her, wondering if this was still some emotional reaction.
Judith then vented out a breathless, "I love you." His paws closed the loop, lacing together around her back.
"I love you, too," Nicholas returned in kind, with all due sincerity.
"I realize now," she began, "the lengths of which you would go for me... and that which you have already gone." The grey bunny doe's head nuzzled underneath her mate's own, pressing into him and switching sides on occasion, with the fox enjoying the feeling, as well as the ever present night sky.
Nicholas lifted his bunny up and set her to the side, both lying on their side, staring at one another.
"You're just like the night sky…" the tod sighed with a growing smile. Her nose twitched in confusion, drawing a short chuckle from the fox.
"How do you mean?" she asked bluntly, truly uncertain as to whether she was being made fun of… or complemented.
"When you look at the night sky, the longer you look, the more stars you see," the red fox explained, taking in a breath as a glint of moonlight reflected in her violet eyes. "The longer I look at you… the more I see and the more I love."
A slow grin spread across her muzzle, Judith's paw reaching out to pull her fox in by the back of his head, their foreheads touching in a most primal display of affection.
Forgetting the lack of proper sleeping arrangements, lying on the soft forest floor, the two curled against each other, Nicholas's tail wrapping around his valiant spirit.
Is it wrong that I get goosebumps from my own written fluff moments?
My head says I'm being conceited and heart says bash my head in.
Don't worry though. If i did that... i'm sure it would be like a pinata and candy would come out. Likely Gobstoppers and skittles mostly.
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Alrighty then, I'm off to make random jokes to anyone i see and probably scare them half to death in the process.
Speaking of which... you guys ever hear about the guy with a toupee who tried drugs?
I heard he wigged out.
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I know... i'm tearible/terrible. Get over it. XD
Until next time, It's been a hustle, Sweethearts.