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Story (c) Ainoko Ironrose
Characters (c)  Thier owners\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t", "writing": "The Forgotten One\n\nBy: Ainoko Ironrose\n\nThe omens point to the one who will either save or destroy the world. The one will be a part of us yet be apart from us, a friend, but a stranger. Friends, enemies, and demons alike will test them. They have great powers they have yet to discover. They will come to our clan on the harvest moon to one who has rejected their clan. Their path has been set; they will find their purpose and destiny after they have left the clan.\n\n----Prophecy foretold thousands of years ago ------\n\n“I am lost…\n\nHurt… \n\nHungry… \n\nand lonely. \n\nNo truer words have ever been spoken. \n\nThe problem is....... \n\nI don't know who I am. \n\nI don't know where I am. \n\nAnd most puzzling...... \n\n Just what in the holiest of the eternal hells happened to me? And how did I get this nasty gash on my forehead by my left ear. \n\n For some reason, asking the other furs for help terrifies me. I have been sitting on a curb by a large empty house now for the past three days, hoping some fur will ask me what is wrong \n\n Other than the clothes I have on, all I have is a ring that is around my arm and a tattoo of a strange paw print on my right foot paw. It is a gold ring with a strange pattern that looks familiar and yet at the same time unfamiliar. I wonder if this ring might be keeping the other furs from helping me, so I try to cover the ring with my torn and tattered shirt. While trying to cover the ring some fur steps on my tail making me jump and yelp in pain cracking my head on a post box I was sitting under. The force of the hit stuns me, and I sit down heavily hitting my head this time on the pole for the post box and getting knocked out. The last thing I see through the fog before passing out was a large fur running away.”\n\n---- Ainoko Ironrose ----\n\n \n\n I had no idea on that long ago day, my forgotten past would come back to haunt me again when my path crossed his. My name is Jared Reno Faux, and this is my story, and for those who are wondering, no names have been changed. \n\nWhere to start…\n\nWhere to start…\n\nAH! YES! That’s it!, maybe it would be best if I start on the day that forever changed my life…..\n\n~Chapter one~\n\n I was out making my rounds, paying off some old debts, and looking for jobs doing what I do best, searching for those who wrong the innocent. I was on my way to my favorite restaurant to get something to eat and lost in thought, when a loud yelp and a bang roused me from the depths of my mind. Looking around, I spy a large bovine running away into the masses, but that wasn’t what caught my eye. It was the crumpled form of a strange fur that I have never seen before. He appeared to be unconscious from either starvation or a severe beating, or a little bit of both. Going over to the fur, I feel the fur on my back rise in alarm. This fur is not from the city or country, he looks to one of the outlander tribes from the outer wastes. Seeing that he is just merely unconscious, I pick him up and sling him across my shoulders so that I could more easily carry him to my home and to get him off the streets. One thing I should have remembered but didn’t, was that my best and closest friend lived next door to me and that nothing ever got by him. So preoccupied was I with getting this strange fur to my house, I failed to notice him looking out of his window watching me bring the fur into my house. \n\n As soon as I got in my house, I took the fur to my guest room and laid him on my bed, looking him over taking note and location of each and every cut, bruise, and scar on his body. Shuddering inside, I wondered what happened to this guy and why was he so far outside of his native grounds. Putting the issue aside, I cover him with a blanket and head towards my main bathroom to get what little medical supplies I have to try and treat his injuries. As I left the room, I failed to notice the fur beginning to stir from his unwanted slumber.\n\n As I rummage though my home looking for my medical supplies, I begin to make plans to get this fur back to his tribe or clan by any means at my disposal. I know that I am going to have to call in some favors that I may need in the future, but for now, those needs are going to wait. My thoughts are interrupted the moment I find my med kit and I grin realizing that for the first time in my life, I feel like I have a purpose. Retrieving the kit, I head back to the room so that I can at the least begin patching up the furs wounds. When I entered the room I noticed that the fur was no longer on the bed, so I went to the bathroom to see if he was there. Upon entering the bathroom, I began getting worried as the fur was not there. As fast as I could, I went through the entire house without seeing hide nor hair of the fur, by then I was starting to get worried. Just as I was about to head outside to look for him, I heard a faint noise coming from my guest room. Going into the room as softly as I could, I begin to carefully search the room, eventually coming to the closet. Stopping to listen more closely, I hear something in there. Slowly, I open the door so as not to startle the fur that is hiding in there. Once I opened the door, I see the fur in there trying to hide from me, shaking in terror. \n\n “Hey, hey, hey,” I whisper to him softly, “Don’t be afraid, I am not going to hurt you. All I want to do is to get your wounds patched up and healed, not to mention get you something to eat.”\n\n I stepped back to give him room to exit the closet when he was ready to. Once he was certain that I wasn’t going to hurt him, he slowly held up his paw for me to help him out of the closet. I could see that he was in no shape to move about on his own, so I helped guide him to the bed.\n\n No sooner than he was out of the closet and slowly walking to the bed, when a loud knocking came from my front door and a look of pure terror exploded on the fur’s face as he quickly jumped back in the closet.\n\n “Damn!” I muttered angrily, “I was so close to getting him on the bed!”\n\n “HEY JARED!!!!” A familiar voice hollered from my living room. “ARE YOU OK? YOU HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN WHAT THE LAST TIME YOU BROUGHT AN UNCONSCIOUS FUR HOME.”\n\n At that the fur yelped in terror and made a mad scramble deeper into the closet, trembling in utter fright. “Sshhh, calm down my friend,” I whispered to the fur, “He is a friend of mine and sometimes he does and says things without thinking. Tell you what, I am going to see what my friend wants, and while I am gone, why don’t you get out of the closet and go to the bed. I have put something for you to drink, it will help ease your pain and let you sleep for a while.”\n\n I slowly backed out of the closet to let the fur get out at his own pace. Once I was sure that he was going to be getting out and going to the bed, I left the room and stormed into my living room to meet my friend and let him know what was going on.\n\n “Kikobi! Next time just barge on in, foaming at the mouth. That way you can give the next fur a heart attack.” I said as I entered the room. “No I didn’t forget what happened last time I did something like this. But this time, something is different. Damn, where did I put those bandages?”\n\n “What do you mean?” Kikobi asked as he handed me the bandages I was looking for. \n\n “Follow me and I will explain.”\n\n Entering the room once more, I see that the fur was finally out of the closet and laying on the bed, snoring softly. \n\n “Damn Jared, what happened to him?”\n\n “That my friend is a good question, I found him on the side of the road like this. Do me a favor will you? Help me get this guy bandaged. Then I want you to tell me what you think of his injuries.”\n\n Kikobi and I sent the next hour bandaging the fur’s injuries, doing our best not to wake him from his much needed slumber. Removing the tattered clothing from the fur, I nearly jumped out of my fur when I saw the band around his left arm. I gingerly run my paw around it to make sure that what I was seeing was real. The second that my finger hit the bar going through the arm, I knew immediately where this fur was from. Once done Kikobi and I went into the main room to discuss the fur.\n\n “Kikobi, tell me, what is your take on his wounds?”\n\n “Jared, You know that I am a master at hand-to-hand combat, but the wounds on this fur were done by a professional, not an amateur. The location of the wounds indicates that this guy was supposed to have been killed. Basically, what I am saying is that what happened to him was not a random mugging or two, but someone seriously tried to kill him. The location of every one of his wounds are in vital spots, meant to either severely wound or kill him. I think that he was supposed to have been killed to keep something secret but the attempt failed.”\n\n “So who would want this guy dead and for what reason?” I asked quietly. “Kikobi, I have something to tell you. I have a good idea where this fur is from, but I do know that I am going to have to get him back there before anything bad happens.”\n\n “You know where he is from? I will help in any way possible to get him back to his home.”\n\n “Thanks Kikobi, but you need to know that this journey is fraught with danger, not to mention that there is a good chance that he may not be welcomed back to his home now that he has been to the city.”\n\n “Why is that Jared?” Kikobi asked, “You make it sound as if coming to the city is forbidden.”\n\n “If he is where I think that he is from, just being here with us right now can most likely get him kicked out of his clan.”, I said softly, “Before you ask how I know this, you should know that my Grandfather left his clan to come to the city. He left to search for something, something that even to this day I have yet to learn.”\n\n “That is bad Jared, but if you say that there is a small chance that he might be welcomed home then, by all that’s holy, we need to get him back to his clan. But with him being here in the city can mean that he was brought here against his will. On another note, did you notice his features?”\n\n “No, should I have?”\n\n “I guess with you getting him off the street, you wouldn’t have noticed, but he is not pure wolf by any measure. And no, I don’t mean that his father or mother mated with another canine outside of the Wolves. I mean, his features are both Lupine and Feline. Either his Mother or Father was a Feline, and that makes his existence right now impossible.”\n\n Looking up a Kikobi in surprise, I get up and head back into the room to verify what he told me. Looking him over, I see what he meant, this male was not meant to exist at all, yet here he is, a true hybrid. He was beautiful, not like a female, but beautiful in his own way none-the-less. He was definitely wolf, but his features were softened by the feline in his blood. His fur was a dark black with markings like that of a Cheetah, everything about him screamed out his wolf/cheetah heritage. I was surprised to see that his claws were retractable, just like those of the common furballs that we keep as pets. His tail was long, longer than any fur that I or Kikobi knew, I could swear that his tail was nearly as long as he was tall, and fluffy. I was almost certain that were he able, he would be able to runs circles around me and not to mention the possibility of him being extremely limber. After I finished looking him over, I made sure that his wounds were still covered and that there something for him to eat should he wake before going back into the living room to talk to Kikobi about the problem now facing us.\n\n “Kikobi, I have to get him back to his clan as soon as possible. There is something that is telling me that it is vitally important that we have to do. I am certain that we may meet those responsible for him getting beaten nearly to death. As to how many and how soon, I have no idea, but as soon as he is ready, we are heading out.”\n\n “Good idea Jared,” Said Kikobi as he slid closer to me, “But for now, I want to spend some time having my way with you before things get too hot to handle.”\n\n That remark of his didn’t surprise me one bit. I knew that he almost usually got this way whenever we were about to embark on some kind of adventure. I figured that it was his way of getting ready.\n\n “Kikobi,” I said trying to keep from falling into his spell, “We need to make some plans before heading out. I am sure that soon, whoever hurt that fur is going to find out that he is not dead but very much alive.”\n\n “Jared, I know that.” He said softly, disappointment tingeing his voice, “I know that you have protection set around both of our home to detect any intruders or surveillance equipment in use nearby. We have plenty of time to get ready to head out to the fur’s clan”\n\n I nearly jumped when I felt one of his tails gently brush across my belly and lap. I kept pushing one tail away, only to have another one take its place. The next thing I knew, he was busy trying to get what little clothing I wear off. \n\n “Kikobi,” I moaned softly as my desire for him started growing, “Now is not the time for this type of play, we…”\n\n I was abruptly cut off as he began to kiss me. “Jared,” He said gently, “Don’t lie to me, I can tell that you want this as much as I do. I can feel something trying to stab me in the belly right now.”\n\n Knowing that what he is saying is true, I concede to him. “I know, Kikobi. Just let me get something for the fur to drink, just in case he wakes. And you better be ready for me when I return”\n\n “You better hurry up then, Jared,” He said as I walked into the kitchen, “OH! When you come back, bring me a Scotch on the rocks.”\n\n “Sorry Kikobi, I haven’t had any alcohol here since the last party.” I said through the kitchen door. I went to the guest room where the strange fur was sleeping, and put the glass on the table next to the bed. I made sure that the fur was resting comfortably before heading back into the main room and Kikobi. “Now where we?” I asked as I sat down next to him.\n\n Little did we know, at that very moment, those who were responsible for what happened to the strange fur in my house, had realized that he was still alive and a danger to their continued well-being.\n\n~Chapter 2~\n\n Meanwhile in a tall non-descript building somewhere far north of the city, an urgent meeting was about to take place.\n\n Outside the silence was broken by the screeching of tires as a large armored APV tore around a corner before skidding to a smoking stop. Once the vehicle came to a halt, a Nine foot tall black dragon stepped urgently out of it and quickly entered the building, he was heavily muscled with lightly glowing amber eyes. His wings were about half his size but furled tightly against his back. His scales glittered brightly from the light, giving the appearance of sweat, although rumor had it that he hailed from the glowing wastes along the equatorial region of the world. Shortly, he arrived in the room were the meeting he was summoned to began.\n\n “Adok, we have reports that you have failed in exterminating the hybrid.” Said a hooded fur draped in darkness.\n\n “I-I-I have no idea what you are talking about,” Adok said in confusion, “He was dead when I left him. I know because I sent you his lines from the Spector.”\n\n “We know,” Said another hooded fur, “The readings confirm what you told us. But you had better explain why the hybrid was seen in the Southern district beaten, but alive.”\n\n “It’s impossible, there was no way in the holy hells that he could have survived what I did to him. There must be some mistake, it has to be another that looks like him.”\n\n “That is entirely possible except for one detail. He has a Spector still in his body and it has the signature of the one assigned to the hybrid. We can tell you with 100% certainty, that he still alive, but not where he is. We are giving you a second chance at exterminating the hybrid, and if you fail, you will find your future with this organization highly uncertain, understand?”\n\n “Yes I do.” He said, mentally figuring what favors ha can call on to locate the hybrid and kill once and for all. “You can be assured that I will hunt him down and destroy him with utmost urgency. I will call on some of my moles here to keep a look out for the bastard.”\n\n “You have Sixty days to find and exterminate him Adok. You know his habits better than most anyone today, and also where he is from. We can’t afford to have him get back to his habitat. If that were to happen, everything that we have accomplished will be erased. Remember, that hybrid is supposed to be the so-called promised one, the one who will either save or destroy our world.”\n\n “I am aware of that, I know that he will not work on our side to save the world, that is if he is the so-called promised one.” Adok said before turning to leave. “You know that he has killed some of my best men in the past. I do have his weapons in my possession, and if needed, I will use them against him.”\n\n “You will do that as a last resort,” A third hooded fur said, “His staff is nothing special, just a poor outlander tool, but the dirk is something else. That blade is familiar somehow, but we have no idea as to why it is so. We are still searching all of our data bases looking for that Dirk. We do know that, the weapon is ancient and far older than it appears. Nothing like that ever being made in recorded history, and until we know more about that weapon, it will remain with us. Now go, remember your deadline, and if you fail the consequences can be fatal for you and your unit.”\n\n Nodding in acknowledgment as he left the meeting, Adok headed towards the elevator growling angrily at the thought of the accursed hybrid making a fool of him once again. He hated it with a passion that defied all logic. Opening a channel on his private comm. Channel, he called on his chief intelligence officer to activate all moles within a Fifty mile radius of the city. He wanted them to locate the hybrid, and once he was located, they were to report his location to him immediately. “That cursed hybrid has humiliated me for that last time,” He muttered angrily, “This time I will destroy him so thoroughly, that there would be no way in hell that he will be able to return from the underworld, even with all the help of the Gods and Demons!” \n\n He cursed the day five years ago when he was ordered by the Organization to abduct the thrice damned cur from his tribe in the northern wastes. \n\n *It all began the day that Seph appeared to offer him a deal that he should have refused had he known then what he knew now. He was told that all he had to do was scour the globe looking for a fur that matched the one described in an ancient Prophecy. Supposedly, this unknown fur was either going to save the world or destroy it, and the Organization wanted them to work on their side in order to destroy the furs who wanted the world to become less dependant on technology, and more on living in harmony with the world. \n\n There were signs he was told, that the one prophesied was born and somewhere in the Southern Badlands. It seemed that the Sire of the one prophesied, fled his clan after the cub’s mother died after giving birth to it. For a couple of years, no one saw the Wolf or his cub until they were spotted by trackers from his former clan. They attacked the wolf injuring him and the cub before they were all nearly destroyed. They had managed to kill the wolf, but discovered too late that he didn’t have the cub with him, and that they had no idea as to where the cub was.\n\n The Organization searched the entire region for years with no results, that is until an exile from a clan in a yet unexplored area of the Northern Wastes appeared. \n\n Him and his troops were sent to the region with the objective of capturing the “Promised One” and bringing him or her to the Organization’s facilities in order to bring them to their side. He was surprised to learn that the “Promised One” was a hybrid that should never have existed at all. He knew that the hybrid was going to be trouble for the Organization when the clan Elder rammed a finely wrought gold and silver rod through the left arm of the hybrid during a rite of passage ceremony. Seeing the young before and after him pass out from the shock of the metals being forced into their bodies. The hybrid howled in pain and staggered from the shock, but he never passed out. He was able to capture the hybrid a day after the ceremony as he was fighting an extremely nasty, but tasty predator. When the predator struck the hybrid down with a what seemed to be a killing blow, that was when he made his move. That was when he immediately dispatched the predator and subduing the hybrid making the scene appear as if the predator had killed the hunter. Within the hour, his quarry, team and him were on the way back to the Organization’s main facilities to begin the task of forcing the “promised one” otherwise known as “Nameless” to do their bidding. That was the biggest mistake that was ever made by the Organization to this day. That thrice damned hybrid made his conditioning impossible. It seemed that a day didn’t go by without him either trying to escape, fight the training he was undergoing , or just destroying anything that was in his sight. Then early last year, orders came down from the leaders that the hybrid was to be eliminated with extreme prejudice. It seemed that the Nameless had some way of knowing when anyone was coming to kill him, once he knew, no one was able to approach him until they were ordered to stop the attempt. Then once the Organization found out that the hybrid had the ability to read minds, they called on the one who was able to capture him, Him, Adok, not because he caught the hybrid, but due to his mind being hard to read. He had made two attempts at killing the hybrid, the first time he discovered the hybrid wandering aimlessly the day after he tortured and beat the life out of it. It was the that he took extreme measures, pulling out a prototype pulser, he shot the fur in the back killing it instantly. Just to make sure that the fur was dead, he stood nearby for a week watching and recording the fur’s stats making sure that he was dead once and for all. Once he was satisfied the fur was finally gone, he left the scene and reported back to the organization to let them know that the fur was history.*\n\n As soon as he left the building and re-entered his transport, he began growling in anger at the insult that was just handed to him by the Organization. He was not going to fail for a third time. This time there will only be one victor, him or the thrice cursed hybrid.\n\n PAGE \n\n PAGE 15 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Forgotten One

By: Ainoko Ironrose

The omens point to the one who will either save or destroy the world. The one will be a part of us yet be apart from us, a friend, but a stranger. Friends, enemies, and demons alike will test them. They have great powers they have yet to discover. They will come to our clan on the harvest moon to one who has rejected their clan. Their path has been set; they will find their purpose and destiny after they have left the clan.

----Prophecy foretold thousands of years ago ------

“I am lost…

Hurt…

Hungry…

and lonely.

No truer words have ever been spoken.

The problem is.......

I don't know who I am.

I don't know where I am.

And most puzzling......

     Just what in the holiest of the eternal hells happened to me? And how did I get this nasty gash on my forehead by my left ear.

     For some reason, asking the other furs for help terrifies me. I have been sitting on a curb by a large empty house now for the past three days, hoping some fur will ask me what is wrong

     Other than the clothes I have on, all I have is a ring that is around my arm and a tattoo of a strange paw print on my right foot paw. It is a gold ring with a strange pattern that looks familiar and yet at the same time unfamiliar. I wonder if this ring might be keeping the other furs from helping me, so I try to cover the ring with my torn and tattered shirt. While trying to cover the ring some fur steps on my tail making me jump and yelp in pain cracking my head on a post box I was sitting under. The force of the hit stuns me, and I sit down heavily hitting my head this time on the pole for the post box and getting knocked out. The last thing I see through the fog before passing out was a large fur running away.”

---- Ainoko Ironrose ----

 

      I had no idea on that long ago day, my forgotten past would come back to haunt me again when my path crossed his. My name is Jared Reno Faux, and this is my story, and for those who are wondering, no names have been changed.

Where to start…

Where to start…

AH! YES! That’s it!, maybe it would be best if I start on the day that forever changed my life…..

~Chapter one~

     I was out making my rounds, paying off some old debts, and looking for jobs doing what I do best, searching for those who wrong the innocent. I was on my way to my favorite restaurant to get something to eat and lost in thought, when a loud yelp and a bang roused me from the depths of my mind. Looking around, I spy a large bovine running away into the masses, but that wasn’t what caught my eye. It was the crumpled form of a strange fur that I have never seen before. He appeared to be unconscious from either starvation or a severe beating, or a little bit of both. Going over to the fur, I feel the fur on my back rise in alarm. This fur is not from the city or country, he looks to one of the outlander tribes from the outer wastes. Seeing that he is just merely unconscious, I pick him up and sling him across my shoulders so that I could more easily carry him to my home and to get him off the streets. One thing I should have remembered but didn’t, was that my best and closest friend lived next door to me and that nothing ever got by him. So preoccupied was I with getting this strange fur to my house, I failed to notice him looking out of his window watching me bring the fur into my house.

     As soon as I got in my house, I took the fur to my guest room and laid him on my bed, looking him over taking note and location of each and every cut, bruise, and scar on his body. Shuddering inside, I wondered what happened to this guy and why was he so far outside of his native grounds. Putting the issue aside, I cover him with a blanket and head towards my main bathroom to get what little medical supplies I have to try and treat his injuries. As I left the room, I failed to notice the fur beginning to stir from his unwanted slumber.

     As I rummage though my home looking for my medical supplies, I begin to make plans to get this fur back to his tribe or clan by any means at my disposal. I know that I am going to have to call in some favors that I may need in the future, but for now, those needs are going to wait. My thoughts are interrupted the moment I find my med kit and I grin realizing that for the first time in my life, I feel like I have a purpose. Retrieving the kit, I head back to the room so that I can at the least begin patching up the furs wounds. When I entered the room I noticed that the fur was no longer on the bed, so I went to the bathroom to see if he was there. Upon entering the bathroom, I began getting worried as the fur was not there. As fast as I could, I went through the entire house without seeing hide nor hair of the fur, by then I was starting to get worried. Just as I was about to head outside to look for him, I heard a faint noise coming from my guest room. Going into the room as softly as I could, I begin to carefully search the room, eventually coming to the closet. Stopping to listen more closely, I hear something in there. Slowly, I open the door so as not to startle the fur that is hiding in there. Once I opened the door, I see the fur in there trying to hide from me, shaking in terror.

    “Hey, hey, hey,” I whisper to him softly, “Don’t be afraid, I am not going to hurt you. All I want to do is to get your wounds patched up and healed, not to mention get you something to eat.”

     I stepped back to give him room to exit the closet when he was ready to. Once he was certain that I wasn’t going to hurt him, he slowly held up his paw for me to help him out of the closet. I could see that he was in no shape to move about on his own, so I helped guide him to the bed.

     No sooner than he was out of the closet and slowly walking to the bed, when a loud knocking came from my front door and a look of pure terror exploded on the fur’s face as he quickly jumped back in the closet.

     “Damn!” I muttered angrily, “I was so close to getting him on the bed!”

     “HEY JARED!!!!” A familiar voice hollered from my living room. “ARE YOU OK? YOU HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN WHAT THE LAST TIME YOU BROUGHT AN UNCONSCIOUS FUR HOME.”

    At that the fur yelped in terror and made a mad scramble deeper into the closet, trembling in utter fright. “Sshhh, calm down my friend,” I whispered to the fur, “He is a friend of mine and sometimes he does and says things without thinking. Tell you what, I am going to see what my friend wants, and while I am gone, why don’t you get out of the closet and go to the bed. I have put something for you to drink, it will help ease your pain and let you sleep for a while.”

     I slowly backed out of the closet to let the fur get out at his own pace. Once I was sure that he was going to be getting out and going to the bed, I left the room and stormed into my living room to meet my friend and let him know what was going on.

     “Kikobi! Next time just barge on in, foaming at the mouth. That way you can give the next fur a heart attack.” I said as I entered the room. “No I didn’t forget what happened last time I did something like this. But this time, something is different. Damn, where did I put those bandages?”

     “What do you mean?” Kikobi asked as he handed me the bandages I was looking for.

     “Follow me and I will explain.”

     Entering the room once more, I see that the fur was finally out of the closet and laying on the bed, snoring softly.

     “Damn Jared, what happened to him?”

     “That my friend is a good question, I found him on the side of the road like this. Do me a favor will you? Help me get this guy bandaged. Then I want you to tell me what you think of his injuries.”

     Kikobi and I sent the next hour bandaging the fur’s injuries, doing our best not to wake him from his much needed slumber. Removing the tattered clothing from the fur, I nearly jumped out of my fur when I saw the band around his left arm. I gingerly run my paw around it to make sure that what I was seeing was real. The second that my finger hit the bar going through the arm, I knew immediately where this fur was from. Once done Kikobi and I went into the main room to discuss the fur.

     “Kikobi, tell me, what is your take on his wounds?”

     “Jared, You know that I am a master at hand-to-hand combat, but the wounds on this fur were done by a professional, not an amateur. The location of the wounds indicates that this guy was supposed to have been killed. Basically, what I am saying is that what happened to him was not a random mugging or two, but someone seriously tried to kill him. The location of every one of his wounds are in vital spots, meant to either severely wound or kill him. I think that he was supposed to have been killed to keep something secret but the attempt failed.”

     “So who would want this guy dead and for what reason?” I asked quietly. “Kikobi, I have something to tell you. I have a good idea where this fur is from, but I do know that I am going to have to get him back there before anything bad happens.”

     “You know where he is from?  I will help in any way possible to get him back to his home.”

     “Thanks Kikobi, but you need to know that this journey is fraught with danger, not to mention that there is a good chance that he may not be welcomed back to his home now that he has been to the city.”

     “Why is that Jared?” Kikobi asked, “You make it sound as if coming to the city is forbidden.”

     “If he is where I think that he is from, just being here with us right now can most likely get him kicked out of his clan.”, I said softly, “Before you ask how I know this, you should know that my Grandfather left his clan to come to the city. He left to search for something, something that even to this day I have yet to learn.”

     “That is bad Jared, but if you say that there is a small chance that he might be welcomed home then, by all that’s holy, we need to get him back to his clan. But with him being here in the city can mean that he was brought here against his will. On another note, did you notice his features?”

     “No, should I have?”

     “I guess with you getting him off the street, you wouldn’t have noticed, but he is not pure wolf by any measure. And no, I don’t mean that his father or mother mated with another canine outside of the Wolves. I mean, his features are both Lupine and Feline. Either his Mother or Father was a Feline, and that makes his existence right now impossible.”

     Looking up a Kikobi in surprise, I get up and head back into the room to verify what he told me. Looking him over, I see what he meant, this male was not meant to exist at all, yet here he is, a true hybrid. He was beautiful, not like a female, but beautiful in his own way none-the-less. He was definitely wolf, but his features were softened by the feline in his blood. His fur was a dark black with markings like that of a Cheetah, everything about him screamed out his wolf/cheetah heritage. I was surprised to see that his claws were retractable, just like those of the common furballs that we keep as pets. His tail was long, longer than any fur that I or Kikobi knew, I could swear that his tail was nearly as long as he was tall, and fluffy. I was almost certain that were he able, he would be able to runs circles around me and not to mention the possibility of him being extremely limber. After I finished looking him over, I made sure that his wounds were still covered and that there something for him to eat should he wake before going back into the living room to talk to Kikobi about the problem now facing us.

     “Kikobi, I have to get him back to his clan as soon as possible. There is something that is telling me that it is vitally important that we have to do. I am certain that we may meet those responsible for him getting beaten nearly to death. As to how many and how soon, I have no idea, but as soon as he is ready, we are heading out.”

     “Good idea Jared,” Said Kikobi as he slid closer to me, “But for now, I want to spend some time having my way with you before things get too hot to handle.”

     That remark of his didn’t surprise me one bit. I knew that he almost usually got this way whenever we were about to embark on some kind of adventure. I figured that it was his way of getting ready.

     “Kikobi,” I said trying to keep from falling into his spell, “We need to make some plans before heading out. I am sure that soon, whoever hurt that fur is going to find out that he is not dead but very much alive.”

     “Jared, I know that.” He said softly, disappointment tingeing his voice, “I know that you have protection set around both of our home to detect any intruders or surveillance equipment in use nearby. We have plenty of time to get ready to head out to the fur’s clan”

     I nearly jumped when I felt one of his tails gently brush across my belly and lap. I kept pushing one tail away, only to have another one take its place. The next thing I knew, he was busy trying to get what little clothing I wear off.

     “Kikobi,” I moaned softly as my desire for him started growing, “Now is not the time for this type of play, we…”

     I was abruptly cut off as he began to kiss me. “Jared,” He said gently, “Don’t lie to me, I can tell that you want this as much as I do. I can feel something trying to stab me in the belly right now.”

     Knowing that what he is saying is true, I concede to him. “I know, Kikobi. Just let me get something for the fur to drink, just in case he wakes. And you better be ready for me when I return”

     “You better hurry up then, Jared,” He said as I walked into the kitchen, “OH! When you come back, bring me a Scotch on the rocks.”

     “Sorry Kikobi, I haven’t had any alcohol here since the last party.” I said through the kitchen door. I went to the guest room where the strange fur was sleeping, and put the glass on the table next to the bed. I made sure that the fur was resting comfortably before heading back into the main room and Kikobi. “Now where we?” I asked as I sat down next to him.

     Little did we know, at that very moment, those who were responsible for what happened to the strange fur in my house, had realized that he was still alive and a danger to their continued well-being.

~Chapter 2~

     Meanwhile in a tall non-descript building somewhere far north of the city, an urgent meeting was about to take place.

     Outside the silence was broken by the screeching of tires as a large armored APV tore around a corner before skidding to a smoking stop. Once the vehicle came to a halt, a Nine foot tall black dragon stepped urgently out of it and quickly entered the building, he was heavily muscled with lightly glowing amber eyes. His wings were about half his size but furled tightly against his back. His scales glittered brightly from the light, giving the appearance of sweat, although rumor had it that he hailed from the glowing wastes along the equatorial region of the world. Shortly, he arrived in the room were the meeting he was summoned to began.

     “Adok, we have reports that you have failed in exterminating the hybrid.” Said a hooded fur draped in darkness.

     “I-I-I have no idea what you are talking about,” Adok said in confusion, “He was dead when I left him. I know because I sent you his lines from the Spector.”

     “We know,” Said another hooded fur, “The readings confirm what you told us. But you had better explain why the hybrid was seen in the Southern district beaten, but alive.”

     “It’s impossible, there was no way in the holy hells that he could have survived what I did to him. There must be some mistake, it has to be another that looks like him.”

     “That is entirely possible except for one detail. He has a Spector still in his body and it has the signature of the one assigned to the hybrid.  We can tell you with 100% certainty, that he still alive, but not where he is. We are giving you a second chance at exterminating the hybrid, and if you fail, you will find your future with this organization highly uncertain, understand?”

     “Yes I do.” He said, mentally figuring what favors ha can call on to locate the hybrid and kill once and for all. “You can be assured that I will hunt him down and destroy him with utmost urgency. I will call on some of my moles here to keep a look out for the bastard.”

     “You have Sixty days to find and exterminate him Adok. You know his habits better than most anyone today, and also where he is from. We can’t afford to have him get back to his habitat. If that were to happen, everything that we have accomplished will be erased. Remember, that hybrid is supposed to be the so-called promised one, the one who will either save or destroy our world.”

     “I am aware of that, I know that he will not work on our side to save the world, that is if he is the so-called promised one.” Adok said before turning to leave. “You know that he has killed some of my best men in the past. I do have his weapons in my possession, and if needed, I will use them against him.”

     “You will do that as a last resort,” A third hooded fur said, “His staff is nothing special, just a poor outlander tool, but the dirk is something else. That blade is familiar somehow, but we have no idea as to why it is so. We are still searching all of our data bases looking for that Dirk. We do know that, the weapon is ancient and far older than it appears. Nothing like that ever being made in recorded history, and until we know more about that weapon, it will remain with us. Now go, remember your deadline, and if you fail the consequences can be fatal for you and your unit.”

     Nodding in acknowledgment as he left the meeting, Adok headed towards the elevator growling angrily at the thought of the accursed hybrid making a fool of him once again. He hated it with a passion that defied all logic. Opening a channel on his private comm. Channel, he called on his chief intelligence officer to activate all moles within a Fifty mile radius of the city. He wanted them to locate the hybrid, and once he was located, they were to report his location to him immediately. “That cursed hybrid has humiliated me for that last time,” He muttered angrily, “This time I will destroy him so thoroughly, that there would be no way in hell that he will be able to return from the underworld, even with all the help of the Gods and Demons!”

     He cursed the day five years ago when he was ordered by the Organization to abduct the thrice damned cur from his tribe in the northern wastes.

     *It all began the day that Seph appeared to offer him a deal that he should have refused had he known then what he knew now. He was told that all he had to do was scour the globe looking for a fur that matched the one described in an ancient Prophecy. Supposedly, this unknown fur was either going to save the world or destroy it, and the Organization wanted them to work on their side in order to destroy the furs who wanted the world to become less dependant on technology, and more on living in harmony with the world.

     There were signs he was told, that the one prophesied was born and somewhere in the Southern Badlands. It seemed that the Sire of the one prophesied, fled his clan after the cub’s mother died after giving birth to it. For a couple of years, no one saw the Wolf or his cub until they were spotted by trackers from his former clan. They attacked the wolf injuring him and the cub before they were all nearly destroyed. They had managed to kill the wolf, but discovered too late that he didn’t have the cub with him, and that they had no idea as to where the cub was.

     The Organization searched the entire region for years with no results, that is until an exile from a clan in a yet unexplored area of the Northern Wastes appeared.

     Him and his troops were sent to the region with the objective of capturing the “Promised One” and bringing him or her to the Organization’s facilities in order to bring them to their side. He was surprised to learn that the “Promised One” was a hybrid that should never have existed at all. He knew that the hybrid was going to be trouble for the Organization when the clan Elder rammed a finely wrought gold and silver rod through the left arm of the hybrid during a rite of passage ceremony. Seeing the young before and after him pass out from the shock of the metals being forced into their bodies. The hybrid howled in pain and staggered from the shock, but he never passed out. He was able to capture the hybrid a day after the ceremony as he was fighting an extremely nasty, but tasty predator. When the predator struck the hybrid down with a what seemed to be a killing blow, that was when he made his move. That was when he immediately dispatched the predator and subduing the hybrid making the scene appear as if the predator had killed the hunter. Within the hour, his quarry, team and him were on the way back to the Organization’s main facilities to begin the task of forcing the “promised one” otherwise known as “Nameless”  to do their bidding. That was the biggest mistake that was ever made by the Organization to this day. That thrice damned hybrid made his conditioning impossible. It seemed that a day didn’t go by without him either trying to escape, fight the training he was undergoing , or just destroying anything that was in his sight. Then early last year, orders came down from the leaders that the hybrid was to be eliminated with extreme prejudice. It seemed that the Nameless had some way of knowing when anyone was coming to kill him, once he knew, no one was able to approach him until they were ordered to stop the attempt. Then once the Organization found out that the hybrid had the ability to read minds, they called on the one who was able to capture him, Him, Adok, not because he caught the hybrid, but due to his mind being hard to read.  He had made two attempts at killing the hybrid, the first time he discovered the hybrid wandering aimlessly the day after he tortured and beat the life out of it. It was the that he took extreme measures, pulling out a prototype pulser,  he shot the fur in the back killing it instantly. Just to make sure that the fur was dead, he stood nearby for a week watching and recording the fur’s stats making sure that he was dead once and for all. Once he was satisfied the fur was finally gone, he left the scene and reported back to the organization to let them know that the fur was history.*

       As soon as he left the building and re-entered his transport, he began growling in anger at the insult that was just handed to him by the Organization. He was not going to fail for a third time. This time there will only be one victor, him or the thrice cursed hybrid.

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