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« on: June 21, 2004, 02:18:27 am »
((ok, first off, this was origanly in the adult section, but on several recomndations, i have moved it to the .. well i didnt knwo where to put it so here it ended up being. so mod type people, please dont be mad at me!'<img'>)
((if anything graphics ends up in this story, it wont show up here, you will have to go to the adult section to ge the un edited version. thank you.))


((ok! here is teh start of my new story, there was suposed to be an eligent intro but i havent finished that eather! but it basicly gives the background of a sevil war in my japan based world, between foxes and wolves. there are still alot of errors to be fixed so please dont get frustrated with it... my editor, aka sister, isnt to much into furry, soooo, she can only do sertian parts of editing.)
(basicly i didnt know where else to put this story other hten here... nothing to graphic in it as far as i can tell, so i put it here for adult theems.
oh yes, for those of you who are more familer with the japanese culter, please dont get to mad at me for i am not the most familer, and if you have any ideas to help me make my story that much more acurate, or see any grose inacuracys, please dont hesitate to share!, thank you and enjoy!
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((This is a story of a wolf, in a time of feudal chaos. A time of glory, when the wolves and foxes were at war. But unawares, a new enemy was arising, and posing to take control of the war torn country.))


Kensai was a wolf of slight stature. Unlike most of his kin he was not large nor was he particularly strong, in fact some might say he looked more like a fox at times. But he looked more like a fox now then he would have before. Standing solemnly covered in blood from head to toes, not that of his own, but that of his enemies. Leaving just a patch around his right eye clean to show his snow-white fur. He stood upon a dead battlefield, at the line between sides where it had taken place. He stood calmly like a pillar, staring blankly at the corpses before him, one in particular. A samurai-ko, a fox. She lay prostrated on here back, hands clasping stiffly to the pike upon which she was impaled, staring lifelessly into the clear havens.
‘Kensai,’ a soft voice beckoned his attention from behind. He slowly turned to see a female wolf of about his age standing behind him at distance. She, like him, was covered in blood though not as much. Her armor was mostly mud stained but she held herself tall and proud, unlike Kensai who stood slightly slouched. ‘Are you well? You seem out of sorts…’
He silently turned back to the corps he was examining and sighed. ‘She was in heat when I slew her,’ he murmured silently, but clearly so that she could hear him, though he seemed to be talking to himself.
‘Kensai? Kensai, what does that have to do anything?’ she shifted uncomfortably, her hand unconsciously resting at the hilt of her katana at this strange behavior in her friend.
‘Kurha, the foxes rarely send their women into battle, let alone women who are in heat…’ he slowly turned around to face her, his eyes looking deep and sad. ‘But as you said, what does that have to do with anything? What is it that requires my attention?’
‘We have finished gathering our wounded, and are ready to return to camp, so I came to get you.’ He nodded as he started to walk back, his armor moving about him as he carefully chose his footing in the blood soaked earth, stepping over corpses of friend and foe alike, all looking the same now as the other… dead.

The camp was nothing more then tents built in a small maze like structure of cloth walls and spear like posts, providing protection against wind but not much else. As Kensai walked thought the remainder of the troupes, he stopped and chatted idly with them, giving words of praise and encouragement. Kurha walked silently behind him, staying quiet and passive, always to be the stern and reserved of the two. They slowly made their way to a tent that was too close to gaudy to be seen on a battlefield. Kensai and Kurha removed their sandals and stooped into the tent, taking seats on stools along with other noble and commanding wolves in the tent. A tall slender wolf of dark colors glared at Kensai then continued.
‘As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, congratulations gentlemen on another victory! That makes three consecutively in a row. We have pushed the Fox contingent straight back into their own dens!’ he pointed at a map laid out on a low table at the center of the gathered leaders for emphasis. ‘We have weakened them greatly! I say we push on straight after them, and go for the kill, wiping out of the last of the red scum! It will be a glorious victory! What do you think gentlemen?’ the speakers claw was still stabbed into the map for effect as he looked around his gathered advisors and commanding officers, all nodding with approval, all accept Kensai who sat idly playing with his wakazashi, and Kurha who sat there in polite silence. ‘And what of you Kensai?’
Kensai flinched at the general’s words, cutting his finger as he did. For a few moments he watched the blood run into his already saturated fur. Slowly he raised his menacing gaze to that of the generals, then looked over at Kurha who returned his look. Kensai did not like this man, and rarely spoke in his presence, let alone to him, thankfully he and Kurha had an understanding and a great respect for one another. Kurha then looked to the general and spoke. ‘Sir, with each great victory, comes with it a great loss. Our soldiers are in low mural as they are in numbers, we need of rest and refit.’
General Gato’s eye twitched as he again was disrespected by Kensai, as well as ignored. He snarled his anger for Kensai over washing out his lust for Kurha. ‘Listen now-‘
‘Bridle thy tongue!’ Kensai’s words cut in like a knife, stopping Gato before he could disrespect Kurha.
Instead Gato shifted targets, snarling. ‘How dare you disrespect me! If not for the Emperor I –‘ Gato stopped at a cold glare from Kensai, as well as most of the other commanding officers. ‘Well, we shall do as I say, push further in and wipe out the remainder of the fox’s force in the area, then return home victorious.’ Gato said with a disgusted impudent snarl. With that Gato dismissed the gathered.

Gato had not always been a general, in fact before the past three battles, he had never seen combat. After the death of General Hero Kamato, Gato was given command of the regiment. He was the snot nosed noble son who had paid his way to his position. If not for the expertise of the commanding officers and their soldiers, there would have only been defeat where there now was victory. If not for Kensai, the same might still have been true. Kensai was a great leader and had respect of most within the regiment, thus many were disappointed when the commander of the mounted section was not given the position of general. Even more would be disheartened if they were to lean that he turned down the honor.
Kensai found himself pondering these things as he walked down the make shift streets of the camp, now bathed and cleaned, he slowly made his way to his tent, set at the far eastern side of the camp where they could have room to care for their horses. Kensai, being of the noble Takeda bloodline, was the soul hair to the Takeda household, masters of mounted warfare. Many men and women stopped brushing their steeds, or polishing their armor, what ever they were doing, to give greeting to their commander. He smiled nodded, returning salutes and greetings as he made his way to his tent. As he neared it, Kurha exited his tent and brushed past him. He only paused for a moment to watch her walk away, then continued on into his tent. He sighed in relief as he sat down on his padded pillow. His gaze wondered down to a bar of soap and a towel that lay on his table, along with a single arrow with red fletching. He stood again, picking up the arrow, leaving the soap and towel, having no longer the need of an invitation to bathe. He tucked the arrow into the back of his obi and made his way down toward the edge of camp, near a small river they set up nearby. Kurha’s tents were always near water, and further away from the rest of the camp. She did this mostly for her own solitude, but also provided the present sanctity that allowed visits and baths like the one Kensai was going to now. He stooped into her tent, the last he would be seen until dawn.

Kensai sat awake at the opening to Kurha’s tent, several hours had passed since the sun had set and it was near midnight. He wore no clothing, but he needed none for the summer night was warm. He listened to Kurha stir behind him, awaking from her short rest. He looked over at her as she crawled over to him, pulling him back onto the tatami mat. He gently held her, her back to his chest as they lay on their sides, Kensai’s muzzle pressed into Kurha’s soft fur. ‘You are leaving soon aren’t you?’
Kurha sighed, her hands resting over his as she stared at her tent wall. ‘You could smell, even with all my bathing and perfumes?’ he nodded, nuzzling into the back of her neck. She leaned her head back in reply, ‘yes, tomorrow I will leave with a few of the other women who are going into heat soon. I tried to stay as long as I could, but soon...’ she drifted off. ‘What will you do to occupy your nights when I am no longer here? There is no sake, and surly you don’t want to welcome the likes of the remaining girls into your bed.’
He laughed, moving his so his head rested on her neck. ‘As our great leader said, we are going to be chasing the foxes to the grave... whether it theirs or ours. On the way we should pass though Took, the first of the small towns that the foxes were guarding. There... I should be able to get a hold of enough sake to keep my mind in a haze until you return. And if not, their is bound to be a brothel or lonely widow there.’
She remained respectfully quite to those words, though she did not much like them. ‘I will return as soon as I can. You know how I am about court.’
‘For the time you are there, you will be in no condition to be in court, your husband wouldn’t allow you to leave his house while in heat. He is not likely to leave the house while your in heat’
She smiled at his comment then frowned. ‘Not likely, he is not even old enough to give me pups,’ the comment brought smiles to both their faces.
‘Yes, well then you shall have to return soon, less I slip back into a permanent state of drunken slovenliness.’ Kurha frowned knowing the truth of the statement, having first found Kensai in such a state when she was sent to retrieve him for the emperor.
‘That is, if my husband will allow me to return to war. I hate having such a young husband, he does no understand, nor can he do anything else a husband should do.’ She giggled as Kensai restlessly nibbled at her neck. ‘Listen, Kensai, I-‘
‘Kurha may I,’ Kensai cut in. So well that she knew and respected him that she knew he never spoke needlessly nor did he ever speak unless it was important to him. Even the subtle and seemingly pointless conversation they were having had the simple purpose of putting her at ease. After she went silent, Kensai continued, ‘please Kurha, while you are home, can you please try had stop by my Dojo, and see my son?’
She nodded, ‘have you received word from him?’ her hands gently caressed Kensai’s, always touchy around the subject of Kensai’s child.
‘Yes, my younger brother has written me. He grows lonely and misses me. As well as you, he likes you a lot. Though you are his aunt after all.’
She sighed; wishing he wouldn’t remind her of that fact. She nodded wanting to forget again. She gently rubbed up against him, exiting him. He gently nibbled at her neck again, his hand sliding up her body to her chest. ‘You always have had the softest fur’ he murmured in her ear, puling her close with his other hand.
She stiffened, gently pushing away. ‘Only second to my sister of course,’ she said in a matter of fact tone, a tinge of sadness on her words. His hand stopped, pulling away from her slowly. She sighed pulling his hand back to her soft bosom, regretting her words now. ‘I’m sorry Kensai, its just.. No matter how much you pretend, I will never be my sister.’ she slowly rolled over to face him, but he did not reply, instead he slowly pulled his hand back. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said again, reaching out toward him. ‘You know how I get when you speak about my sister, you know it pains me when you speak to me like I am her.’
He sighed and kissed her, gently running the back of his hand along your chin. ‘And you know the pain I feel when ever I look upon you, the memories especially you looks bring back. But here I am, with you.’
She wrapped her arms around Kensai and held him close, weeping softly into his chest. All he could do was simply comfort her, like he had always done, with gentle embrace.

The next morning Kensai stepped forth from his tent. He idly adjusted one of his gauntlets. His armor, even though now clean, still was the dark red color of blood, forever stained by the actions of him and his ancestors. The ancient armor was a marvel of art and skill. The entire peace was made up of hundreds of different individual peaces made of hardened leather, bark, and silk cord, with few plates of actual iron. Each armor suit that was similar to his was also completely different, each unique and special to ones family. At one time, his grandfather had told him as a pup, the armor had been a pure white. But centuries of death and warfare have long since died the armor maroon.  
He came to a stop in front of his steed. The horse was a large charger of dark completion. The steed had been nicely groomed and properly saddled. He nodded to Ta-co a young stable boy who took care of his horse. ‘Excellent wok Ta-co, once again you have done a fine job with OniKage.’ The boy flushed in pride and stood all the more straighter, leaving Kensai to smile. ‘Ok, you can go and help with the rest of the packing of camp.’ The boy saluted and hurried of to do as commanded.
‘You always had a way with kids, Kensai.’ He grinned at the familiar soft voice that he had heard many a night crying his name.
‘Kurha, I thought you would have been off by now,’ he replied, running his hands along the saddle checking it again, even though he knew Ta-co had put saddled the horse flawlessly. She sighed knowing he wasn’t going to turn around to wish fair well, not like he had any of the times before. ‘Kurha,’ she paused in mid turn. ‘You don’t usually come and seek me out for no reason… what is troubling you?’ he still had not turned to face her, and that sadden her even more.
‘Taki’s anniversary is coming up.. Should I leave flower for her?’
Kensai stopped what his fidgeting with the saddle, and sighed. ‘she is dead, what need has she of flowers?’ with ought a nether word Kurha silently left, the sweeping of her kimono the only indication that she had left.
It wasn’t long after the departure of the incapacitated females and wounded, the mounted units were saddled up and ready to ride. Gato spat in disgust and yelled for the rest of his troops to hurry up, not wanting to be showed up by a lower rank wolf. After the use of every vile word, curs and threat that Gato knew, the rest of the unit finished packing away camp and forming up into column.
‘Alright, lets march!’ he snapped at his second in command, who raised his hand and yelled out orders to the rest of the column who then started to march. For the next few days they did nothing but march, only stopping long enough to feed the soldiers and get them the minimum of sleep before moving again. The far riders constantly were ridding ahead then reporting back every two hours, like clockwork. As they traveled southeast they began to leave behind the forested areas to come into an open plains like area,, the perfect place for foxes and their dens.
Near mid morning of the third day the column came upon the small rice growing village of Took. They were still along the outskirts of the village, where most of the fields were, and not many houses. As they neared the center of the town more buildings were seen but not many. Most were Otters, mice and the like who were not of the fox race. They merely lived to till their fields. A stooped fox meandered out to greet them. His long fur was grayed and dulled with age and his slender bone like fingers clutched a long staff. Gato brought the line to a halt and strode his horse forward to be greeted by the old man.
‘Welcome lord, to the village of Took.’ The old mans voice was so feeble that Gato had to lean forward in his saddle to hear the old coot. ‘Our resources are at your disposal.’
Gato grinned and nodded. ‘As they should be old man. As leading general of Emperor Togawa, I here by claim Took for his majesties might!’
Kensai came riding up along the column halting near one of the other generals. Gato sneered when he turned and saw Kensai near the front. ‘Alright, set up camp outside of town for the night, and let the soldiers rest.’ He had been in ill mood since after their last victory, and found himself snapping at his commanders. But he didn’t care. Quickly the rest of the commanders set about moving their respective commands to where they needed to be. Kensai didn’t bother to give a word to his mounted men, because they already knew what to do and where to go. Gato ignored the rest of his obligations and moved his horse off to the largest house that once belonged to the shogun who protected and ran the small village, but not without a contingent of samurai to escort him.
Kensai slid down from his horse and approached the old fox and half bowed to him in respect. The old fox retuned the bow but much deeper. ‘Young man, you have much honor, what is it that I may be of service to you?’
Kensai smiled, ‘just a few flasks of sake if you have any to spar sir.’
The old man nodded and began to turn about and hobble for his home. ‘I will give you my best for you and your troops sir,’ he said laughing.
‘Thank you,’ he said as he followed the old fox to his wine caller
   the old man stopped then turned to face Kensai




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« Reply #1 on: June 21, 2004, 04:03:32 am »
hmm people seem reluctent to leave coments
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« Reply #2 on: June 21, 2004, 04:57:03 am »
*sighs* for the sake of, BUMP
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« Reply #3 on: June 21, 2004, 12:09:42 pm »
fur arguments sake, bump
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« Reply #4 on: June 21, 2004, 07:38:01 pm »
Well, that pretty good, I liked it. There were a few mistakes though, such as the fact that dialogue is supposed to be in double quotation marks, not single, and in a few places you left out some words, but I got what you meant still (my mind filled it in automaticaly.) Oh yeah, and I think the second seem a bit awkward. Other than that it was great.

Anyway, I know what you mean Omigir, it's hard to get comments on this board (my story has been posted for a few weeks and I haven't gotten a single comment.)
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« Reply #5 on: June 21, 2004, 08:44:50 pm »
thank you! if you drop me a link ill check it out
~hehe and yaeh.. aobut the single ' thingys.. i kinda jsut do that out of lazyness..
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« Reply #6 on: June 22, 2004, 01:29:28 am »
Hi~ ^_^ I just wanted to say that I liked reading your story.  It had a good hook point, and there was a lot of detail that kept my attention through it.  I'd say it's of good quality, but there are a few things that should be fixed.  That'll always be the case for a writer, though...

If you'd like, I could go in and edit it in a bit more detail. I'm studying English, and I've a little experience (though not much) with the red pen.  ^_^ If you want, just leave your email if it's not already listed, and tell me what the intended length is. (If it's a short story for example, it'll be treated differently than novel-length or just a short.)

Thanks, and good work on the writing.

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« Reply #7 on: June 23, 2004, 08:36:22 pm »
Omigir, in case you didn't get my e-mail, here's the address to my story: Enter Skarder.

Any idea when you might have the next chapter finished?
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« Reply #8 on: July 05, 2004, 04:02:08 am »
Write more when you feel like it or I eat you!... err... something.

It's interesting... and aside from some typoes, not bad on a technical aspect, either.

The mainly mystifying thing is why they'd want to kill each other so badly, but... you know. There's development, anyhow!