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This is a little story I whipped up... nothing special. It's my first story so obviously it's profusely horrid. And the descriptions are kinda bad cause i forgot them and added them later. By the way, alot... actually all (except for one) of the names are words in Latin, so... yea. Be warned, there is no yiff, but if the story continues onto more stories, it might ;) lol...

BTW-Shins and shinlings=money

*THIS IS NOT A NEW STORY!!!!* I changed the title. For the way the third part is going, this seems to be a befitting title

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It had been a long time since any of the colonists had seen anything more than 50 Shins. They lived in extremely harsh conditions and were dirt poor. The governors, also called malumevertos, were tyrannical and sometimes, would take men and women as slaves for various purposes. It was into this world that Filius was born, in the colonies of Matria.

Filius was a wolf, nothing special. He had white fur speckled with blue. He was abnormally skinny and frail for his age, despite the strength he had. His diet lacked proteins and many nutrients that were essential. He was periodically sick, along with the rest of the children. The Mother Country sent only enough food to keep the colonists alive. They seemed like savages to the Matrians, because of reasons unknown to the colonists.

Filius walked down the street, or dirt road was a better name for it. He was walking nowhere in particular, just to collect his thoughts. He was filled with a profuse amount of fury and anger. Once again, hardly anything came from the Country and most of what little was brought over was greedily consumed by the malumevertos. Those bastards didn't care for the colonists. His golden yellow eyes were burning with fierce anger. He couldn't even bear thinking of it.

"Hello, Filius!" cried out a vixen from a shack, making him fall suddenly back to earth.

"Hello, Driana," Filius replied.

He was so angry he couldn't even think straight. He passed by a group of soldiers as he walked. Why would they need to keep an army here? It's not like we could fight back! He continued to walk on, infuriated. He walked by more soldiers. They had an air of superciliousness that almost made him curl his lips, bare his teeth and lunge at them, but he quelled his anger. They ignored him as he walked. But, in his anger and frustration he did not realize where he was. He had walked to the village limits, a very dangerous place to be, especially when the sun was in such a low position.

He soon found himself at the edge of the woods that surrounded the east side of the village. He realized how far and long he had walked and started to turn back. All of a sudden, he felt a cogent grip around his muzzle. He instinctively tried to open his mouth up and snap at the hand, but it was stronger than his jaw. A sudden, sharp, pain hit him in the stomach and his body tried to double over, but the firm grip of the fur behind him kept him up right. He was then assaulted by many more blows to the stomach, face, and groin. The paw finally let go and he fell to the ground in a submissive position, his tail between his legs. One hand was on his stomach the other on his crotch. The one who had been holding him kicked him in the stomach several times. Filius gave a small whimper of pain every time the hard tip of the boot dug into his abdomen.

"Search him," said a male voice, deep and hoarse, from the fur that had held him. "I want everything he has on him except the rags."

"Yes, sir," said a lighter voice from the fur who had punched him. He searched the pockets and folds to check for anything. He took the 20 shinlings he had in his money sack and gave it to the larger fur.

"This kid's got nothing! Just what I'd expect from the filth that lives here in the Hole." At that Filius knew who they were. Only Matrian Soldiers referred to the colonies as "the Hole". Filius stood up and saw that the larger fur was a panther; glossy black fur, as well as his green eyes, glistened in the low, red light of the setting sun. The panther's paw slammed fiercely into his cheek and sent him tumbling to the ground.

"Stay down, Filth!" the panther screamed at the young wolf. "Since you have nothing of monetary value, we'll just have to take our anger out on you, Right Parumunus?"

"Right, sir, Magnus!" replied the smaller panther behind him, with a small chuckle. Parumunus lifted Filius by the fur. He was surprisingly strong for his stature. He flung him at Magnus. He caught the wolf and smacked him in several places. During all this the anger was building in Filius. This continued for several minutes. Filius was tossed back and forth, being beaten equally hard by both panthers. Then they threw him aside. At this Filius sprang up on all fours, lips curled, teeth bared. He had reverted to a more primal self and was not thinking clearly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He jumped at the panther and snapped at him. His teeth dug into the smaller panther's bicep. The panther gave a lowed growl of pain and pushed the wolf off. The taste of blood in his mouth only further drove his primal instincts. He arched his back and growled, circling the two. He lunged again, but this time Magnus stopped him. The fur's paw grabbed his muzzle once more. He then threw the wolf on the ground and kicked him several times.

"Don't you ever touch me, Parumunus or any other Matrian again, Filth!" They walked back in the direction of where all the soldiers had been. Filius, gaining control of his body again, lost it almost instantaneously as he drifted into unconsciousness. He awoke feeling a profuse amount of pain in his entire body. He got up, stumbled and fell to his knees, giving a whimper as he did so. He stood once more and observed that the blanket of night was being lifted, as the dawn began to turn the sky from black to gray. He saw fires along the path back to his home, glinting like the red eyes of a beast. He became angry, and afraid. Had the soldiers gone on to burn down his village? He ran, ignoring the pain, toward the village. Then he noticed the fires were closer than he thought.

He then realized some one had attacked the military camp here. He saw several dead bodies of both Soldiers and Rebels. He continued on his path. Good riddance, he thought to himself. He took the time to think of what had happened the night before. He wasn't surprised. He had heard stories. Soldiers beat up colonists on a regular basis. He had even heard more shadowed stories of females being raped and killed. This had, of course, not happened in his village, so it did come as a small shock. And to him, no less. His reverie was interrupted by the low, mournful sounds coming from a wounded fur somewhere in the trees. He walked toward the sound. He came to a clearing were he chuckled at what he saw. Magnus, the very soldier who had attacked him was lying down, seriously wounded. Parumunus was next to him, body stiff and dead. He was mourning the loss of his friend, as well as his own injuries. He looked towards the wolf in the hopes that someone would save him, but seeing that it was the wolf he had beaten only hours before, he bowed his head, seemingly accepting his doom.

Filius had no intention of leaving the panther to die. But, he would toy with him a little.

"So. How are you gonna beat on me now?" Filius said to him. "How are you gonna kick me, or punch me, or bite me?" The panther sat there, saying nothing, despair and hopelessness on his eyes like a film. "Do you expect me to save you? What about your friend there? I hope he died a horrible, painful, agonizing death." He put as much emphasis on the last four words as he possibly could, uttering them slowly and clearly. At this the panther began to sob uncontrollably. The wolf was startled by the reaction, feeling guilt splattering on him every time a tear came out of the panther's eyes. He walked up to the panther and sat down. "Umm... I'm sorry. I didn't really mean to make you cry... I was just a little angry, is all. Come on. Don't cry." He tried to console the panther, drowning in guilt, but the panther continued to cry. Filius got the feeling the villagers wouldn't like a Matrian soldier in their village. Then he had an idea. "Have you been to the village?"

The panther, ending his cries, and replied "N-No"

"Good. Wait here," and at that Filius ran to the village and grabbed some clothes from his room. Luckily his parents were still asleep. He ran back to the clearing. He could see the panther was almost unconscious. He quickly stripped the panther of his clothes and re-dressed him in the clothes he had brought. Then he propped the panther on his foot paws and dragged him to the village.

He laid him in his bed. He opened up a drawer and pulled out a spray bottle and a needle filled with a blue liquid. He sprayed the injuries with the liquid in the bottle, stopping the bleeding and creating an antibacterial film over them. Then he pushed the needle into the neck of the panther, injecting the blue liquid. The panther was sobered within seconds.

"Wh-Why'd you save me? I wouldn't've... s-saved you..." the panther said faintly, in disbelief.

"Well, let's just say that not all the "filth" in this "hole" is really mean. Now, the panaceas I gave you won't heal your wounds, so we've got to get you to a hospital. And that stuff will wear off eventually and you'll go unconscious. I'll tell my parents." Filius walked out of the room. He came back with a female wolf, half asleep. She jumped at the sight of the stranger in her son's bed.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry. My son's a little crazy." She stopped and looked at her son. "How many times have I told you? Don't talk to strangers! And, even more, don't bring them home!"

"No mom! This is... Magnus. He's hurt. We need to take him to the hospital." Filius could see that the effect of the potion was wearing off. The panther was starting to sway. Then the panther's head fell on the pillow and he fell into unconsciousness. "Mom let's go" were the last words the panther heard.

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"He's coming to," said Filius. He was standing near the bed, looking at the panther.

After the panther was completely awake, he said, "I-I don't understand. Why would you help me, or be here for that matter. I beat the crap out of you... Shouldn't you be... I-I don't now, mad at me or something?"

"Frankly, I don't know either. But I kinda like you. How old are you?"

"Seventeen"

"Seventeen?!"

"Y-Yeah... Why are you so shocked?"

"Well, I've never seen a seventeen-year-old that's as big as you are! I mean... I'm seventeen!"

"You're seventeen? I thought you were like fourteen or fifteen. You're so thin!"

"Well, when all you have to eat is a loaf of bread and a couple of slices of meat and cheese every day, you don't really grow much..."

"Wow. I didn't realize you fil... I mean... you guys had it so bad..."

"Well... I'm really sorry about your friend. You seemed really sad when he... y-you know..." he cleared his throat, as if to replace the word "died".

"It's ok. Parumunus and I were... really close. Like something more, like brothers..."

"I'm really sorry..."

"Forget about it. It's nothing. I should be sorry. We were being really stupid." Filius' mind turned to his body. It ached harder than it did before. Only in realizing this did he notice how tired and hurt he was. As if he had read his mind, the panther stood up, holding on to the side of the bed for support. "Lie down, please."

"No, you need it more than I do."

"Lie down! Now! Please!" tears started to stream down from his eyes and soak into his fur.

"No," and with that, Filius went to where Magnus was standing and pushed him onto the bed.

"You're stronger than you look..." he said drying his eyes and his black fur.

"Thanks." At that moment, the doctor came in. He was a fox with a faded white lab coat that had many stains on it.

"Well, I hope you're pleased that you are not going to die. But you will be weak for a while and you will need someone to take care of you." Said the doctor, looking at Magnus then looking at Filius.

"Well, I guess you could stay at my house, until you get better," said Filius.

"Very well," said the doctor. "You will need to inject him with this," he handed a large bottle of green liquid and a syringe to Filius, " and keep spraying his wounds with that spray, so they heal faster."

"Umm, doctor? You wouldn't happen to have any... old mattresses?"

"As a matter of fact we do. Come this way." The doctor and Filius left the room, coming back minutes later.

"Thank you doctor."

"You're welcome" The doctor left and Filius went to where the panther was.

"Okay. I got you a bed to sleep in, and I've got your medicine. We should go now. My parents are waiting outside. Let's go." They left the hospital and started walking back toward the village, a thirty minute walk. They had sprinted and gotten Magnus there in fifteen minutes. On the way back the two teens talked and got to know each other.

Magnus had come from a wealthy family in Matria, but was recalcitrant and his parents sent to the army. This helped very little and he was sent to patrol villages in the colonies. He had patrolled other villages beforehand, but never had he been attacked by rebels.

They found they had a lot in common. Being with Magnus made Filius happy again; a feeling he had not felt in a long time. As they walked and talked, Filius thought, Why is he being so nice to me? He had beaten me just last night. Could it be the loss of his friend? Or, maybe it was the fact that I saved his life? Matrians don't just start to like colonists. He was filled with bitterness as evil thoughts crept into his head of this soldier betraying him. But why would he do that? What would his intentions be in doing so? He continued to answer questions and ask them. They soon reached the village.

"You know, I'm feeling kinda bad. Shouldn't you give me that stuff now?"

"Yeah I think so." Filius grabbed the syringe and unscrewed the lid of the bottle. He inserted the needle into a hole covered in rubber. He pulled the back and filled the tube. He pushed all the air out and tapped it a few times to make sure. Then he injected the liquid into the upper part of the panther's forearm. The panther gave a low purr as the liquid was forced into his bloodstream.

"Hmm... Thank you," the panther said as he purred again. He was slipping into an intoxicated state. "I... I wanted to tell... to t-tell you... that..." and then his head fell to a deep sleep. Filius stood there, in front of the sleeping panther. He looked upon the panther, chest moving rhythmically up and down, in and out; his eyelids closed, nostrils flaring and shrinking as he breathed. He felt something strange in the back of his brain. It was unexplainable, and was gnawing at his very existence. He shuttered and pulled his eyes away. He suddenly became very lonely. He walked to the center room and sat on a chair. He sighed and dosed off.