FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Before you start reading, if you are thinking, "Why does this guy take so long in uploading another part of his story?"

Well, it's because I have been swamped with work. And hey, if you see any errors, don't hesitate to tell me!

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Chapter one

A young man could be heard singing a song of old as he chopped down a tree.

Mighty Yorgshlift, You guide your forces to your foe, And lead us with your might, Through the darkness to the light, The battle to be fought, We will win even if we must fight through the night, For the powers of light will not be denied our sovereign right.

He stopped as the tree fell to the ground with a mighty crash. The sound was followed with quick strikes of the axe as the young man cut the tree into cart-able sized pieces. It took him no more than half an hour to completely remove all of the tree and load it onto a horse drawn cart, which he drove back to the farm. The young man was about 17, had ruddy brown hair and brown eyes. He was lean but muscular, due to long times spent hunting and collecting firewood. When he got there he was met by his father who began to help him unload the firewood into the shed.

"Quite a haul you got here, Ismeir" The older man said. "It's not much, only enough to get us through the next month" Ismier joked.

Both of them had a laugh over the joke, even though it was told every 14 days.

"I sent your brother, Fathren, into town to buy a chicken from that trader." "What, you're telling me you told him to deal with that slimy lizard? When he can't even manage money well enough to get a simple bag of seed from Sorath?" Ismier joked. It had been long running incident when Sorath had sold him a small bag of corn seed for quadruple the price it was worth. Ismeir had never let his brother forget that after the harvest, seeing as they barely had enough money to pay for next year's grain.

Five hours later Fathren returned home and threw down a nearly full bag of coins onto the table with a rather proud look plastered on his face. Ismier was the first one to ask, or rather, make an accusation of him.

"So, Fathren, how did you manage that? Ya do a favor for her?" he asked, winking. It was a rumor through the town Fathren and the merchant had taken a certain liking to each other. "Well, yes. But not like that! I just helped her move a few new supplies she had bought." Ismier rolled his eyes and gave his brother a slap on the back. "You know I don't care if you fallen for that lizard. Hell, I bet our old man here could care less." To which their father raised an eyebrow and said "Eh?" Which seemed to be his only reply to whenever the subject was brought up. "If you want to know what I think, I think you two would be great for each other." Ismier told his brother. "You really think so?" Fathren asked. "Yep." Ismier replied. "Alright enough talkin you two." Their father said, "Dinner's nearly ready."

As the three ate the conversation never ceased to be light hearted and filled with jokes. Sure, most of them where aimed at Fathren, but he always had a comeback that left everyone at the table laughing. Soon enough, the food had been eaten and everyone went about their own chores. After the house was spotless, the stove cleaned and the dishes washed and put away, everyone said their goodnights and fell soundly asleep.

Chapter Two

It was an early morning, as always. Everyone was awake within moments and eating a hastily prepared breakfast.

"So, I saw the tracks of some elk this morning. From the looks of it, one is hurt." Ismier said. "An easy catch, eh?" His father told him. "And I intend to make use of it." Ismier replied.

After everyone was done eating Ismier gathered up his pack, filled it with supplies, and grabbed his bow.

"I'm heading into town" said Fathren. "Gonna talk to her again?" Ismier replied. "More than that. I am going up by the river with her. We have had it planned out for a while." "Well good luck, Fathren" Said their father, "And good luck Ismier. May Yorgshlift guide your feet and may the aim of your arrow be true." "Thanks dad" they both replied at the same time and headed out the door.

At the edge of the road they shook hands, wishing each other luck and went their separate ways.

********** Fathren could not get her off his mind. Every step he took he only knew he was getting closer to the one he loved. Increasing his already determined pace towards town he silently cursed how everyone treated different race couples. If it where not a taboo he was certain her father would have accepted him as a step son. After 10 minutes of walking he reached the edge of town and saw her waiting for him. Jogging to her he asked, "How long have you been waiting for me, Sarhia?" "You know I would wait until the end of the world for you." She replied, pulling him closer. "And I would do the same for you." He told her, leaning in closer and soon their lips met. It was a kiss of love and passion. It lasted for over a minute, both not wanting it to end but both knowing that it must. They pulled back and look into each other's eyes; hers a lurid pink and his a dark blue. Fathren was of a good build. Not to muscular but not weak by any comparison. He had once lifted a boulder the size of a pig just to prove it. His hair was a dark brown, nearly black. Sarhia was totally different, as expected. Her scales shown a dark pink, with a cream colored chest. Her tail hanging down behind her. They were both drastically different from each other but all they could see in each other was beauty. It was true love.

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Ismier walked away from his brother chuckling. "One of these days, my brother will whisk her away from her father. I know it." He said to himself. As he got to the edge of the forest he sighted the same game trail he saw earlier and wasted no time in following it. It was nearly night when he saw a small clearing. It had obviously been used by the elk as a resting place, and the hoof prints leading out where quite fresh. However, going against his instinct he decided to stop and rest there for the night. There was a stream near by and he easily gathered some firewood off a tree and had a small fire going in minutes. He pulled a pot out of his back and filled it with water from the stream. After tearing up some of the dried meat he brought with him he added a small lump of salt and let it simmer over the fire. Soon the stew was ready and he greedily wolfed it down. After he was finished he laid back in the blanket he brought with him and, shortly, fell asleep.