ferocious is my word
Wow, I haven't posted here in what seems like forever. Argh, too much arts.
Well I sat down here and did this little bit for you all. The character here is a little different. Lately I have been going through a bit of a Fursona crisis. I eventually decided upon removing Jet's second personality, and instead implanting it into a new character entirely. I am working on a visual reference of this new being now. He is still unnamed, and yet to be fully thought through. He will also be replacing Jet in Jet's Story, for those who know about that novel idea. Also, that novel will change some to accommodate the new being. Go ahead and read my story for Ferocious!
---Utter Defiance---
“Don’t do it!” I clear the dirt from my eyes and stare at this kid. He stands in front of me, blocking the door, refusing to allow my through. “Stay here, don’t do it!” the child repeats. Stubborn little cheetah. He should know by now the war is inevitable. There’s nothing anyone can do about it. I wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t a war. I tower over the child, but the small animal stands tall. The kid must only be about ten or so, but has the will of a full grown soldier. “Don’t go out there. War is wrong, don’t kill!” I pull out my pistol and aim at the kid. I motion the pistol towards his left, signaling him to move out of my way. He shakes his head, once again reiterating his rant about the war. My finger forces the metal trigger against its neighboring metal. I walk over the cheetah corpse and see the world outside the small building. Metal and shrapnel scatter the building debris on the ground. To my right, militia. Animals of all kinds, charging in with their guns and swords. A desperate attempt to save their lands. To my left, soldiers. Marching in the militia’s direction, wielding advanced machinery and weaponry. I advance towards the oncoming soldiers. The cries and screams of the militia coming from behind me propel me faster towards the army.
I collide with the soldiers, one of them addressing me as, “Sir.” I stand high, looking at the man dead in the eyes. “Welcome back, Sir. We have a unit waiting for you.” The Panther motions for something to come to us. On arrival I see my unit, filled by some bird creature. The animal steps out from my suit and I climb in. I sit in the metal seat, pressing a button near my midsection. A large metal dome encases me, blocking all vision of the outside world. Two tubes dangle from under my arm, just in front of the elbow. I attach the tubs to a metal device on either side of me. The tubes are long enough to allow full motion within my confinement. I press a button on the board in front of me. Immediately, I see the world outside though one of my eyes. The tubes connecting to my eye are linked to my arms, sending the video feed from the cameras attached to outer shell of my unit. The soldiers in front of me move aside, and I walk forward. The machine stands, then follows my leg motions. I run at the enemies. All of them deserve their fate. None should stand against us. Resistance is unnecessary. We mean the world good. The enemy militia collide into my unit. I let out with punches and kicks, crushing the bones of my enemy under the tons of metal I possess.
A rocket comes in from my right, reflecting off the armor and redirecting itself into the crowd on militia. I turn to see a man, dressed in plain clothing, standing on a rooftop. He stares down at me, flabbergasted his attempt failed. He begins to load another rocket. I get angry. How dare he, such a simple man. I am here to assist these people, give them food, shelter, structure. Yet they repay us with violence and resistance. This man looks as though he could be helped by our government, yet he refuses to sit idly by and allow us into his city. High up on his building, he fires another rocket down at me. It reflects off again, this time colliding with his building. The structure gives out, and he falls into the rubble. I catch him, pulling the feline out of the mess falling around him. He scratches at my unti’s fingers. I see his snarl in the camera. I glare back at him. He still defies us, even in death. I raise my arm up, letting the machine do the same. Bringing my arm down to the ground, I release my clutch and he slams down hard. Without hesitation, I crush the animal under my metal fist. Raising my head up again, I face thousands of militia resistance. I stand at full height, walking into the crowd of disobedient men and women.
Yes, he has two tubes coming from each arm, and two more coming from one of his eyes. I haven't decided if its the left or right eye, and I may add more tubes to his legs later. The animal here is part African Wild Dog and part Shadow (Can I mix a real animal with an animal I created for a whole different novel!
Doesn't matter, I did it anyways
) I am still attempting to mix a furry, strangely spotted dog and a leather-skinned, pretzel-spine, dog-like creature. He is plantigrade, and will act very similar to this way. One goal in mind, nothing stands in his way. Shoot those who resist, even friendlies. The army he fights for is VERY similar to the Nazi Third Reich during Hitler controlled WW2 Germany, minus the mass genocide of course. their methods are swift, brutal, and questionably inhumane. I have always been fascinated with that type of warfare and now I have something to channel it through.