title: 'Fur the time being: Introduction' aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Arfcade] id: [46405815] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期一, 八月 29日 2022, 5:29:20 下午

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Fur the time being: Introduction

Author: Arfcade Source: Fur the time being: Introduction (.txt alt)

Fur the time being; Introductory Set Piece

Your fragile body shuffled along the mudded ground, raining heavily with each droplet of rain landing around yourself, the ground you were already ankle deep in became much harder to traverse through. Olive green and heavy the bag on your back bent your spine in a curved state, on the run for days now the fatigue really slapping you in the face now; uncomfortable was a severe understatement. With a little groan of pain, you managed to vault onto a rock which was just ever so slightly smaller than yourself, a mere 2ft tall in a world populated by creatures as large as 20ft tall; the smallest seen still towering over you at an estimated 13ft tall... Everything felt muddled in your brain, a grey haze with shattered memories that only reflect a part of the picture, how did you get here? Why were you here? So many questions with literally not a single soul to ask, attempting to ask for help from this worlds inhabitant would surely be suicide. Laying down on the hard surface, shivering, closing your eyes.

Hours passed, awaking on the rock you held onto your stomach, a wind had picked up during your sleep, your skin soaked through, every single gust made your entire body feel sore from the sheer coldness, standing you placed your hands in your armpits, looking around for a sign of anything that may help, giving up after a frustrating few seconds, snatching your bag, tossing it off the rock, sliding down it and landing with a small tumble, groaning, standing up with a whine, walking over to retrieve the bag... that small tumble using up the minimal amount of spare energy as you approached the bag the ground shook. The small rock you sat atop of beginning to shake, facing the opposite way of the sound source, your ankles solidified into the mud... Your breath shortening as, slowly turning around, being met with two gigantic purple furred paws, coated with the thick sludge. The toe-beans wiggling in a wavy fashion, splashing water to either side, the sharp claws digging into the ground below.

Gasping you fell onto your back, looking up at this gigantic beast, you had seen him around multiple times, this was the outskirts of a town Afterall. Attempting to crawl away was futile, trying this your body ran out of fuel quickly, everything hurting as you groaned, unclogging your feet, only to feel an INTENSE pressure onto your back, the ground seeming like a distant memory, being pulled from it, the paw of this thing was warm, you revelled in the warmth briefly before being brought face to face with the titanic vulpine, who’s eyes examined you in detail, going as far to tilt you to the side, checking every inch of your body, he was wearing only a pair of underwear, purple like his fur, very exposed for this weather, a bulge clearly showing, he’d breathe over you.. The distant scent of stone fruits, it was warm. That is all that mattered. Closing your eyes your body began to shut down due to exhaustion, days without food and clean water taking its toll. The last thing you recall is this thing collecting your bag and carrying you away, passing out in the warm grip..