Bloodwhisker: Chapter 1 ~A New beggining~
~Prolouge~
A meadow, somewhere in eastern europe; December, 15, 2012.
A loud and somewhat raspy, tired sounding feline voice, broke through the thick and hazy, dust cloud and shouted out,"Damn you, Jimmy. I swear on my mothers grave, you will die by my hand! Just wait and see!" And the voice died down, as a helicopter flew in from the sky, and hovered over the voice's owner. The dust cleared to reveal that the speaker was a white furred, tiger, a rather musculur, yet very slender, feline, one might add. The tiger grasped the ladder dangling from the helicopter, and began to climb it. But the massive, male feline, stopped near the top and looked down and over at the heavily, injured zebra, panting, and gazing up at the helicopter. The tiger shouted out to him,"Dont you dare, leave the safety of earth, to hells cold, and unwelcoming grasp, before I get my paws around your throat again...!!!!" As he was finishing his command, the heli began to ascend, and fly away. Thus, he quickly climbed inside the avatiation machine, and closed the heli's open, door, behind him. As they flew away, they left a battle scarred, meadow in their wake, and a half-dead, male zebra. Whom would make a full recovery within the next month. The meadow however...would not. It'd been ablaze for hours, before the tiger had been picked up, and it would eventually burn out.
Current time- 3:27 PM - Location: A former military base, off the coast of italy. Date: January, 9, 2013.
Now the tiger stood, outside of an office, at his current 'work place', waiting for the ok, to go inside. He stood at a massive, six feet and eight inches tall. He had exquistitly, broad shoulders, as well as rather muscular legs and arms, but he was very slender as well. His chest was impeccable. Not only was he toned, and perfectly fit, he had an 'eight pack' and was still, rather thin. The massive male feline wore a pair of blood red, steel toed combat boots, some jet black, leather pants, and a bullet belt with actaul ammunition. As well as a jet black trench coat, a blood red t-shirt with a black skull on it, and a silver muscle shirt, as an undershirt. Beneath the hidings of the trench coat, and shirts, there was the roman numeral for the number, twenty one, branded into the tigers muscular, furred chest. He had a fierce, pair of bright, canary yellow eyes, and his pupils were contracted to slits. Slung and strapped over his back; was an ordinary, and plain, tanto sheath, colored jet black, with a flame design all over it. Tied to the feline's right hip was a standard length, katana in a blood red, colored sheath. Strapped to his left leg, was a sheathed, machete, with a platnium white, handle. And lastly, there was a .45 calibur glock, strapped and holstered to the tiger's right leg.
The speaker's, in the hallway, made a beeping sound, before the voice of an old, male dragon, said,"Come in, Tao." And with that, The tiger stepped forth, through the unlocked double doors of the office, and into the lair of the beast, a place where many had been executed and few spared. Tao, the white tiger, strode across the massive office space, and put his paws behind his back as he stood infront of his employer's desk, and asked,"You wanted me, sir?" The large, leather chair was turned around slowly, by a massively, muscular and well fit, red male dragon, whom spread his wings out and smiled fiendishly at the feline standing before him.
"Tao, I have your next assignment." The dragon stated solemly, and rather...apatheticaly.
The very same, fiendish smile crossed Tao's lips as he swiped his tounge over his entire muzzle before replying,"is that so, Yuji? Well...Where and when is my briefing, then?"
The dragon's smile faded and he hit turned a little, before performing a few keystrokes on his touchscreen computer, that was intuited into his desk and he spoke again,"Japan. Thats right Tao you'll be visiting tokoyo japan this time around." And then there was a projection, on the window pane behin him, of a female, artic white, fox.
Tao crackled the knuckles of each paw, before chuckling and joking,"Ooooo, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, now that you're sending me back home...as brief as it may be."
Tokoyo Japan- Tokoyo public airspace, seven thousand feet, above landing zone- Time: 7:32 AM date: january 11, 2013
The heavy steel door of the jet-black helicopter slid open, and Tao's head poked outside for a moment. Atop his normal clothes, he was wearing a red and black, jumpsuit, which had a parachute built into it. He did not carry any weapons, save for his glock, and machete. He also wore a pair of tinted, shaphire blue, goggles, over his eyes.
Not but, two minutes later, out he went. Tao had jumped straight out of the heli, and began to plummet towards the ground below. He did this for about five minutes, before checking his watch, and pulling his chute. And only ten minutes later, he landed atop a Taoist shrine, and sliced off his parachute, with his claws, before jumping off of the roof, landing on the soft earth, and quickly, sprinting eastward.
Hours later... Tao was relocated to a quiet, private estate, on one of the other japanese islands, where he was dropped off with his bag of supplies and equipment, held in his right paw and a jet black kunai knife in his left paw. He now had his tanto and katana, as well as a silenced, combat shotgun, slung over his shoulder. The tiger smirked with a quiet,"Hmph." As he stared at the heavy, steel gates before him. It was mid day by now, and he was about to perform his so called,'heist' in broad day light,"Well now...this should be fun." he joked to himself, just as a security camera, aimed itself at him. Tao threw the kunai directly into it's lens, peircing it all the way through, before jumping into the air a little, yanking the kunai out of the destroyed camera, and destoying the other.
To be continued...