Ooc: Ok, this is my first real attempt at doing a episodic story. Please comment on it and tell me if it needs work.
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The old Hirst household sat in complete silence. Ever since Violet and Dmitry died, the delapidated shell of the once buzzing home, did nothing more. Days and nights would pass by yet the house remaned still and quiet. Outside was no better. The once prestine and neatly kept garden was now an overgrown mess filled with various weeds and wild plants. The bench that they would both sit on everyday was nothing more than an old pile of rotting wood. Yet somewhere, on one of the planks of wood, was a small brass plate with four names engraved into it. "Violet, Zhana, Ronan, Dmitry"
Now, rewind 25 years. Back to when Violet and Dmitry had never met. Back to when the young vixen was nothing more than a nurse and when he was nothing more than a bounty hunter.
"Dmitry? Dmitry! Get up, ya lazy jerk!" a voice yelled at him. The voice belonged to a short, stocky and fat calico cat.
"Come on! Get up! These pirates arn't gonna find themselves, ya know!"
"Jeez, can't a guy get some rest around here? I just came back from a 24 hour hunt." Dmitry replied, still sprawled out over his pull down bed and his head covered with a pillow. "Give me a break will ya?"
The cat flicked his ear and pulled off the pillow, smacking the arctic fox across the nose with a rolled up newspaper. "You'll get a break when you drag this guys sorry {static} into jail!" The cat jabs his fat finger at a photo of wolf. The headline on the news paper read: "Wolf Pack Gang Strikes Again!"
Dmitry screwed his nose and flicked his arm out him. "Quit it! I'm up!" The lean, 6'4" arctic fox rose from his makeshift bed. He looked up at a small bar the ran across the top of the room and jumped on it. Exercise wasn't his favourite but he always said: "I need to be in tiptop condition for if I get into a tight spot."
The cat tutted and threw the paper onto the bed. "Hurry up! You need to ship out as soon as possible. My source said the Wolf Pack Gang were headed up north."
Dmitry grunted as he pulled himself up an down rythmically. "Yeah.. I got my new plane shipping in today... I'll finish up here and..." He was cut short as his hands slipped from the bar and he plummeted to the ground. Giving a yelp as he hit the floor with some speed, he stumbled to his feet and stretched out. "Ughh... I gotta wear gloves next time I do pull-ups.." Slipping on his flight jacket, he wanders outside the hangar, only to be met by the roaring sounds of Thunderbolts and Ingersols flying low.
"So when's this plane of yours gettin' here?" the cat inquires. Dmitry chuckles and points to a brand new Spectre, painted a midnight blue with white stripes adorned on it. "That answer your question?" he scoffs.
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Meanwhile, on Aleut, a small vixen pushes and blunders her way through a raging blizzard. The weather on Aleut had always been bad, but never like this. The young fox is wrapped tightly in a ragged poncho-like coat. As she moves through the snow, her pale blue eye peers from the coat at a small, glowing light. The light was partially obscured at first through the thick snow but as she drew nearer and nearer, the light grew brighter and brighter. Moving up the small lantern, she blows out the candle and pushes her way through the door next to it. The outline of what looked to be a farmhouse broke through the thick, white downpour of snow.
In the house, she removed her coat and placed over the back of the small, worn-out couch. "Mom! Dad! I'm home.." The vixen called out, brushing her long, crimson hair back out of her eyes. Anyone who looked at her would have instantly seen that she was a spitting image of Zhana. The only difference is that Zhana wasn't heterachromic. Her pale blue eye contrasted heavily with her striking emerald green eye.
"Ah! Honey! Your back! How was work?" A voice called out from the kitchen. Violet chuckles slightly and sits down on the couch, holding her hands out to absorb the heat of the raging fire. "Fine Dad, as always.. The patients we're all doing good." Being nurse really took it out of her. Long shifts, heavy workloads. All in a days work. Sighing contently, she lowers her head onto the back of the couch and extends her bare feet to the fire, again, soaking up the heat. A large, burley fox with a belly the size of a small pregnacy ball appears from the kitchen and places a large plate of food infront of her. "Eat up hon, you'll be starving after all that work." He waddles off back to the kitchen. Violet grins and begins to tuck into her food.
Her mother was stood in another room, quietly humming a tune to herself as she ironed out the last of Violet's nurse uniforms. "Violet dear, Have you heard anything about those new postings? I hear the factions are stepping up arms around Tortuga again.." Violet calls back to her, her voice muffled by the food. "No.. Not yet... But I should be soon..We keep getting more and more victims of those... Wolf Pack Gang attacks.. They seem to have moved up north.."
Her mother stops the ironing and looks through the doorway. "Well just.. Be careful, alright? That Gang is nothing but trouble... One of my friend's son's was badly beaten up by them.." Violet laughs and shakes her head. "Are you kidding mom? I'll be fine.."
In a few weeks time, she wouldn't.
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Ooc: Well, thats Chapter 1. Stay tuned for Chapter 2
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