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This is about Talon. Hope you enjoy this.\n\nThe characters in this story are mine.\n\nIn the picture Grim is mine\nArt belongs to @ReiFelinus", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hey all, so this is the start to my latest story. This is about Talon. Hope you enjoy this.

The characters in this story are mine.

In the picture Grim is mine
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", "writing": "Prologue\n\n Thunder rumbled overhead, a warning of the rain that moved ever closer. Acrid smoke hung thick in the air, burning the nostrils as he ran. The boy was a wolf. He had hair the color of a reddish brown, his eyes were bright blue. A marking of a crescent moon was over the boy‘s right eye. His body was a lithe, scrawny, athletic build. Breaking through the thick black cloud, the boy gasped in several lungfuls of the cleaner air. Around the boy bodies lay strewn about, as if a child had gotten bored of their toys and just left them there. The boy maneuvered around, across, and over the fallen bodies. The bodies were of varying ages. Glancing each way, except behind him, the boy's gaze met with the corpses. Classmates, neighbors, friends, and family, all stared back at the boy with the same glossy, lifeless, eyes.\n\n Footsteps crunched over the bodies and dead earth toward the boy. The boy looked back towards the sound, which grew closer. He began to run, run as fast as his legs could carry him. He past carcasses of carrion, vultures and other birds of prey. He raced forward, panting, momentarily he forgot about the eyes. His focus on one thing, survival.\n\n The tall, brawny, dark figure walked toward the kid, without pause. It seemed not to care about the corpses, as it walked over any between it and its prey. \"Harder, faster, I have to get away.\" The boy thought, his body hurt but he came running, exerting himself.\n\n Meanwhile, the figure drew closer. His stride longer than the child's. Its movements were swift, with purpose. It paused, reaching down. It gripped the handle of an axe that was buried in the back of a corpse. Squelch. The axe, caked in blood, came loose. The axe held two large, broad, barbed blades made of folded steel curved into crescents. An iron spike at the top protected the axe's eye with a scarlet leather grip. Intricate designs of wolves howling ran across the blades, marked red by the blood. The figure swung the axe a few times and, satisfied with its weight, continued onward. The only other sounds were the footsteps now faintly ahead of it.\n\n The kid looked back, he no longer saw the figure that stalked him. He took in some more breaths of the rancid air. His legs and lungs burned hot, pulsing with each breath. He turned and started to run again, his legs felt like jelly as he did so. Try he did to run, as hard as he could he did try. His legs, however, were done. He went down, a hard thud rang across the desolate land the boy once called home. The boy, determined to make it, to survive, crawled forward. All of his will, his remaining strength, focused into that one task.\n\n Once the boy fell, it didn't take long for the gap to narrow to a sliver of what it once was. The figure approached the kid, looking over the boy who was crawling away from the dark shadow that towered over him. The figure let out a deep, twisted bellow of amusement.\n\n \"You've come this far, boy. Be glad, you were some of the most evasive prey, I've had in a long time. I've thoroughly enjoyed the hunt. Now, however, it seems the hunt has reached its inevitable conclusion.\" The figure said in a deep, bass, masculine voice. The boy ignored the figure, crawling quicker now. His path cut off when the axe came down right in front of him just narrowly missing his hand. He paused, looking back and up at the tall figure, observing his details for the first time.\n\n The figure was dressed in a combination of fur and leather armor. He was well built and appeared to be around his early twenties. The man was an ebony-furred jackal, with one brown and one milky blue eye. He had a scar across his left eye, and his hair was black. It tied back in a ponytail though other colors, some red and varying shades of brown and blonde stuck out as braids down at the sides of his head. Each braid mixed with his own black hair. The man grinned down at the boy. The grin and the look in his eyes were one of malicious intent, like a predator wears before killing and devouring their prey.\n\n \"Come now, boy. Surely you don't think you can get away. I do appreciate you still trying though. You made this a worthy hunt and for that I give my gratitude. Thus, I shall let you choose if you wish to face me or face away when you die.\" The man says.\n\n The boy grimaced, he didn't think he'd get out now. He rolled onto his back, put his best brave face, and steeled himself. He tried to take some of the steam out of his would-be-killer's sails. This, however, had the opposite effect. The man seemed overjoyed.\n\n \"Pity, kid, you now look so much like the warrior this place needed. If only you would've been older, maybe you could've killed me.\" The man said.\n\n He placed a boot on the boy's chest, not to kill him just enough to momentarily take the wind out of the boy. The boy gasped for air as the man grabbed the axe once again. The boy stared the man in the face, raising his hand to block the oncoming attack, the boy’s face held a calm expression. The man lifted the axe over his head.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Prologue

    Thunder rumbled overhead, a warning of the rain that moved ever closer. Acrid smoke hung thick in the air, burning the nostrils as he ran. The boy was a wolf. He had hair the color of a reddish brown, his eyes were bright blue. A marking of a crescent moon was over the boy‘s right eye. His body was a lithe, scrawny, athletic build. Breaking through the thick black cloud, the boy gasped in several lungfuls of the cleaner air. Around the boy bodies lay strewn about, as if a child had gotten bored of their toys and just left them there. The boy maneuvered around, across, and over the fallen bodies. The bodies were of varying ages. Glancing each way, except behind him, the boy's gaze met with the corpses. Classmates, neighbors, friends, and family, all stared back at the boy with the same glossy, lifeless, eyes.

    Footsteps crunched over the bodies and dead earth toward the boy. The boy looked back towards the sound, which grew closer. He began to run, run as fast as his legs could carry him. He past carcasses of carrion, vultures and other birds of prey. He raced forward, panting, momentarily he forgot about the eyes. His focus on one thing, survival.

    The tall, brawny, dark figure walked toward the kid, without pause. It seemed not to care about the corpses, as it walked over any between it and its prey. "Harder, faster, I have to get away." The boy thought, his body hurt but he came running, exerting himself.

    Meanwhile, the figure drew closer. His stride longer than the child's. Its movements were swift, with purpose. It paused, reaching down. It gripped the handle of an axe that was buried in the back of a corpse. Squelch. The axe, caked in blood, came loose. The axe held two large, broad, barbed blades made of folded steel curved into crescents. An iron spike at the top protected the axe's eye with a scarlet leather grip. Intricate designs of wolves howling ran across the blades, marked red by the blood. The figure swung the axe a few times and, satisfied with its weight, continued onward. The only other sounds were the footsteps now faintly ahead of it.

    The kid looked back, he no longer saw the figure that stalked him. He took in some more breaths of the rancid air. His legs and lungs burned hot, pulsing with each breath. He turned and started to run again, his legs felt like jelly as he did so. Try he did to run, as hard as he could he did try. His legs, however, were done. He went down, a hard thud rang across the desolate land the boy once called home. The boy, determined to make it, to survive, crawled forward. All of his will, his remaining strength, focused into that one task.

    Once the boy fell, it didn't take long for the gap to narrow to a sliver of what it once was. The figure approached the kid, looking over the boy who was crawling away from the dark shadow that towered over him. The figure let out a deep, twisted bellow of amusement.

    "You've come this far, boy. Be glad, you were some of the most evasive prey, I've had in a long time. I've thoroughly enjoyed the hunt. Now, however, it seems the hunt has reached its inevitable conclusion." The figure said in a deep, bass, masculine voice. The boy ignored the figure, crawling quicker now. His path cut off when the axe came down right in front of him just narrowly missing his hand. He paused, looking back and up at the tall figure, observing his details for the first time.

    The figure was dressed in a combination of fur and leather armor. He was well built and appeared to be around his early twenties. The man was an ebony-furred jackal, with one brown and one milky blue eye. He had a scar across his left eye, and his hair was black. It tied back in a ponytail though other colors, some red and varying shades of brown and blonde stuck out as braids down at the sides of his head. Each braid mixed with his own black hair. The man grinned down at the boy. The grin and the look in his eyes were one of malicious intent, like a predator wears before killing and devouring their prey.

    "Come now, boy. Surely you don't think you can get away. I do appreciate you still trying though. You made this a worthy hunt and for that I give my gratitude. Thus, I shall let you choose if you wish to face me or face away when you die." The man says.

    The boy grimaced, he didn't think he'd get out now. He rolled onto his back, put his best brave face, and steeled himself. He tried to take some of the steam out of his would-be-killer's sails. This, however, had the opposite effect. The man seemed overjoyed.

    "Pity, kid, you now look so much like the warrior this place needed. If only you would've been older, maybe you could've killed me." The man said.

    He placed a boot on the boy's chest, not to kill him just enough to momentarily take the wind out of the boy. The boy gasped for air as the man grabbed the axe once again. The boy stared the man in the face,  raising his hand to block the oncoming attack,  the boy’s face held a calm expression. The man lifted the axe over his head.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Talon’s Story: Prologue", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "83" }