On a small planet resided a small race of tall anthropomorphic cat
like creatures, their most prominent feature was their long sturdy ears that
loomed over their heads hence why they were simply called The Long Ears.
Although each Long Ear differed between each pack they all had the basic look
to them of long ears, very sharp claws and two huge tails. The race lived
simply within the forests of the planet, making makeshift huts and wearing
basic clothes that only just covered them up. All members of the Long Ears were
great warriors, in which were trained from birth, by either their mother or
father, to fight. In one of the packs lived a small runt of the litter named
Zeke Silver. Zeke was a member of the pack that had very long tongues, that
could reach up to 35cm long, and thick bushy tails.
Zeke was ten years old when he was forced to fight in a war between
his race, the ‘Long ears’, and a race of unknown anthro wolves that were
invading his planet, Lycopa. The war consisted of multiple battles which turned
the once peaceful and green, luscious, fields into a burning pit of cut up,
decaying and burning bodies. With word of a horde of enemies approaching his
small village, it was Zeke’s time to take part in the fight for his people’s
land. Most of Zeke’s village and some members of the surrounding ones took part
in the battle, leaving their loved ones behind. Walking over the large hill
that loomed over the village Zeke saw the enemy’s army, all he saw was a sea of
red as thousands of soldiers stood side by side in their crimson red armour.
Outnumbered and out geared the small pack of ‘long ears’ charged at the army of
anthro wolves, undeterred by how out-manned they were, fully battle primed.
Charging in, Zeke, wearing nothing but his basic trousers with his weapons
tucked into the back of them, looked to his right see his best friend Lim, all
but his head covered in black leather and both of his tails smothered in razor
sharp blades. Smiling at each other, they said nothing, saying goodbye to one
and other with a simple gesture.
Zeke fought for hours in the seemingly never ending battle, with his
allies falling all around him Zeke knew battle was lost but not giving up and
staying true to the beliefs of his people, Zeke continued to fight bravely and
valiantly, until he was eventually knocked unconscious by the hilt of one of
his allies’ blade by mistake. After the small battle, in comparison to the
others, was over the enemy scoured the field for wounded and dead soldiers. A
lone soldier found Zeke unconscious on the battlefield, the guard was just
about to put a sword through Zeke’s throat when the guard’s lieutenant walked
over yelling “No!” With a voice that
would make even the most battle ready men shudder. “We can use him, Take him to
the hold” the lieutenant said to the soldier, gesturing that he should move
Zeke instantly before he woke up.
“C…Cold” was the first thing Zeke muttered as he came to. Opening his
eyes, Zeke was almost blinded by the light from the torch on the wall opposite
his cell, looking around he found himself on a hard rock floor, the chill from
it coursing through his bones, and thick black metal bars blocking his freedom.
Every couple of minutes an armoured guard would walk by his cell,
covered from head to toe in metal and their sword swinging carelessly on their
belts. Each time the guard walked past Zeke’s cell they would spit at him,
laughing down the hallway, as Zeke cowered in the corner.
With no window in which to see the sun or moon Zeke had no way of
telling day from night. The time passed so slowly that it felt like he had been
in that cell his whole life, the only way he was able to have any sense of time
was by the three guards that would collect him every two hours, without fail,
to take him to the torture chambers. He would spend half hour at a time in that
dreadful chamber at a time, being painfully tortured in the worst ways
imaginable.
Zeke spent 5 years in the prison, being constantly tortured and
starved, until a mysterious female anthro wolf guard walked by on her daily
patrol. She saw just how much Zeke was suffering. Disgusted as to what her race
and fellow guards were doing to him, she planned to help Zeke escape under the
cover of night.
After much running, sneaking past guards and taking a secret exit only
a very well-trained guard would know about. They were free, only unwatched
forest lay in their path. After making a small shelter and a fire to keep them
warm through the night, the anthro wolf began to tend to his wounds that had
been left untended throughout the whole time he was in the bleak prison. Whilst
being treated by the wolf, blushing, Zeke asked for the name of his rescuer, to
which she replied "My name is Vythica." After drinking the well brewed tea made by
Vythica he began to start feeling dizzy, his eyes and head became heavy,
muttering “It’s nice to mee…” as he fell to the floor.
The world went black for a moment and when Zeke opened his eyes he
didn't see the beautiful anthro wolf anymore, only a smouldering fire and the
spilled cup, that still lay in Zeke’s paw, which he drank from before falling
to the floor. Picking up the cup and sniffing it Zeke realised that Vythica had
used a type of special herb from his planet, in order to make him sleep. Walking around panicked by how he had just
been left to fend for himself, in which he could do with some ease, Zeke kept
calling out “Vythica! Vythica!” For days on end he would do this until he had
finally explored the entire forest. Upon realising she was no longer within the
forest, he made it his sole goal to find her once again in order to try and
make up for what she did for him.
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