The decent
my first attempt at a story so tell me things that might improve it. i plan on writing more on this as some can tell so criticize me. the story is about multiple characters but revolve around what they must do to save both the human realm as well as their own.
It was nine in the morning as my friends and I were getting ready for the furry convention downstairs. We got a nice hotel room for a high price and got there really early not wanting to miss anything. It was my first time actually attending a con so I was kind of wondering what I was going to do. I only read articles and watched videos on them so I finally had enough money and reason to go.
My name was david and I had not only reached a con but met my true love brandon as well as my best friends eric and angela from xbox live. We were all wierd in our own ways as good friends should be.I was a human with an average look with brown hair, and my fursona was a wolf named dragov. Brandon was a little bigger than me and was a blonde like Eric who was slightly slimmer and had that constant dorky expression on his face. Angela, who was the only female there looked like she belonged in a metal band with her pitch black hair. The morning went by pretty fast as we wandered around having fun with everyone. We met fursuiters and some of the comedians. We played games and even tried learning new things like dancing. Everything was perfect and I had wished nothing would change. That is until I had to go away.
In all the excitement we soon realized that we needed a break. Everyone sat down at a local vender and snacked on some chips and pizza. I sat there smiling at everything like anyone new would. I got up and headed toward the restroom letting my friends know I would be back soon. It was a normal bathroom with the smell, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was there. No one was in the stalls or anywere so I guessed it was just the jitters. I washed my face in the grimey little sink as a man with a peculiar looking suit that was black as the night with the little tuxedo on the collar. It almost looked like it was attached to him wich creeped me out at first, but it was a con so I didn't think too much of it.
"Having a good time" he said to me with a dark voice.
"yes a blast" i replied noticing his arm twiching." are you ok?"
He smiled at me and I heard a clicking sound at the door. Reaching into his suit he pulled out a little gun and pointed it directly at me. I was terrified. I didn't want this to happen so I lunged at him thinking of my mate and my friends, but it wasn't meant to be. I was knocked on the ground and I heard a bang. Everything went dark. I couldn't feel anything and slowly slipped away..soon I felt like I was floating. I could very weakly open my eyes in the dark and saw a light getting brighter and brighter. "this must be those gates" I thought to myself. "I can't go now I have things I must do first" I struggled to move and get away yet I could'nt. I heard another popping sound and could start to feel my body returning to me again.
Gasping for air I woke up coughing up blood. When I sat up I found that I was not wearing my rave jeans or anything I had. I was instead wearing a brownish cloak with a metal vest with strange symbols, and my pants were thick and hard as steel. The real strange thing was not my clothing but me. I jumped up in surprise looking at my....tail! "what in the world is going on". Quickly I raced to a nearby puddle and looked into it. My face was not even human anymore. It resembled that of my fursona Dragov. My furr was brown on my wolven face along with all the black symbols that coarsed around it. The right end of my left ear had a ring through it and my eyes were slightly gold. Although I couldn't really explore the rest of myself because of this armoured cloak I didn't know what to think. Some of me was excited that one of my dreams came true, and the other was sad that I just lost everything.
After a while of confusion I decided to do something other than think. Standing up and walking around a bit I found everything actually normal." well I guess thats all instinctive". I looked around for a while and found a sharp spear and that I was in some sort of cave that collapsed. There was no way out as far as I could tell so I dropkicked one of the boulders that was blocking my way and it managed to move a little." oh yea progress" Immediatly I started pounding on the boulder. It took about thirty minutes before it actually moved but well worth the effort. I walked into the night and onto the grass outside feeling this amazing aura around me.
Thinking to myself I realized I didn't know where I was so I went back to get the spear and went into the dark woods. I traveled for hours through those woods barely eating anything because I kept forgetting to. The amount of rest I probably needed was immense but luckily I found a little camp site or what resembled to be one.
The fire was lit as I slowly approached the camp. At this point I thought I was crazy because I would never do this in my original world. The flaps of the tent bursted open as I pointed my spear at it. Out walked a dragon that was wielding a huge mace and armoured head to toe. I stared at him and he stared at me. I put my hands up like I didn't want to fight and he just started laughing.
"what in the world are you doing" he chuckled laying his mace down at his feet.
"uh... I really dont know". I managed to say trying not to get all frilly.
"well lets sit down and rest then you seem friendy enough to me"
We sat down but I didn't rest. Instead I passed out right there on the cool grass and let my mind slip free into the dreamworld....if there was a difference.