One Of A Kind: The Beginning
There it was...his entire life, his memories, his family...all burning to the ground. The heat of the flames burned the image into his eyes. Something inside his heart screamed out, but he remained silent and looked on as his home town collapsed. His was shaking, he could feel it. Was this pain? Anger? No...surely it was fear. He'd never experienced this ever before...his eyes stung and his body shook feverishly. His tails quivered as they swayed behind him before he turned from the blaze and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"This must be a nightmare..." he whispered to himself, even though he knew he was just kidding himself. Closing his eyes he walked down the valley, away from the razed piece of land. Where would he go from here? What would happen to him? Had his family escaped? All of these questions panged in his mind as he walked on, the snowfall becoming more harsh the later at night it became. The form shivered, wearing only a pair of regular denim jeans, and shook his head. His body temperature was dropping quickly and he could feel his pace slowing with each step he took, his vision blurring. Before long, the fur was down on all fours, the snow blowing into his face from all directions. Shuddering heavily, he fell into the cold snow, face first, and passed out.
As he lay in the storm, his mind continued to function. He looked over his life. His name was Tasorae Madyrn, age 21. He was born in the small Northern Continent town named, Summerside. He never understood why, since it was always cold there, but he soon accepted it. His parents, Shyjael and Machias...dead now. He could barely stand the thought. They had taught him all they knew and they would never see him as the city had made him, a true man. He was six feet, five inches tall and weighed a sizable 162 pounds, the product of a bit of bodybuilding he had been doing. But, despite his weight training, his well-muscled body was no match for the blustering cold.
Wait...was that...? A light? A dim light was showing through his eyelids. He felt warmth wash over him as he became aware of his surroundings, his lids flying open. He stirred lightly, realizing a multitude of blanket over his form. A blazing fire roared about five feet from him in a large stone hearth.
"Ah...you're awake. What a relief..." spoke a feminine voice. Tasorae looked off in the direction of the fem\'s statement, looking directly underneath a skirt to a pair of blue panties before the vixen turned about to smile at him. She was covered in black fur with a white tipped tail. Her emerald-hued optics shined into his as she beamed. She was wearing a tight haltertop and the aforementioned skirt, a curious pendant hanging around her neck. He sat up and squinted, his eyes still a bit unfocused.
"Wh-...where am I?" he asked, rubbing his scarred left eye carefully. She handed him a cup of coffee and sat beside him carefully, fixing her skirt.
"This is my cabin. You're lucky I found you when I did," she giggled lightly. He tilted his head curiously at her laughter and blinked.
"What's so funny...?" he plied. The vixen giggled again and gestured towards his lower half. As he followed her gesture, he noticed his ninetail anatomy was in plain sight. He quickly covered up, slightly embarrassed. She held out a paw.
"Loki Clawtooth...pleased to, ahem, meet you." He rolled his eyes, sipping on the coffee as he took her paw. It felt a bit tougher than a normal fem's paw, more worked in some way.
"...Tasorae." She shook his paw lightly and then laughed again. He released and went back to focusing on the coffee as she just looked at him. He soon noticed her staring at his tails which had begun to swirl around each other as was normal for them. "You can touch them if you'd like..." She seemed startled back to reality by his voice and reached out, tentatively stroking one of his silver tipped tails gently.
"...soft," she smiled, releasing the tail slowly. Tasorae nodded, taking another sip of coffee. A long pause ensued and then a thought struck him:
"How did you find me?" he inquired. He had collapsed in the midst of a storm, why was she out in such weather?
"...well...I noticed a light in the sky off to the north and wanted to check it out," she explained with a sheepish smile. Tasorae closed his eyes with a sigh.
"...I see..." he murmured. Loki bent down to look at him.
"Something wrong?" Tasorae just simply shook his head. She frowned a bit as she leaned back and then stood, walking into what appeared to be her room.
"Wait, what are you-?" he began. He didn't want her to go. He was alone and needed someone to talk to. And, to be honest, she wasn't too bad on the eyes either.
"...I'm going to bed...it's Christmas Eve, y'know." she replied with a the earmarks of a seductive smirk. Maybe he'd just imagined it. With that, she slid her door shut. Tasorae lay back down and closed his eyes again.
"...yeah...Christmas Eve...right." Slowly, sleep found him and his thoughts about the loss of his homeland went with it.
Author Note: Those looking for yiff, don't worry...this is char. development so it will come, but I can't write sex stories without introducing the characters. Besides that, I hope you all liked it and will continue watching for more of my stories. I should be posting new chapters every few days. I'm also looking for character art so, anyone interested in drawing for me (since I'm a shitty artist XP) please drop me a message. Anyway, hope you like it. Thanks,