The night was warm and clear, lightened by a full moon, a lover’s moon. The forest was silent but for a few owl hoots. Somewhere in the treetops, a sole figure was standing guard to protect Knothole, the secret town of the Freedom Fighters, from any intruders. He was an orange twin tailed fox named Tails. He yawned. It had been a week since he had slept well. As he turned 13, Tails had become a full pledged freedom fighter, meaning more patrols, day and night, more raids on Robotropolis and the worst: less time for sex! The last sexual encounter he had was this morning a quickie with Sonic before going to bed, but he was too tired to really enjoy it. He sighed. It almost made him want to become a kid again. Almost. Tails looked around with his night vision goggles. Nothing in sight… as usual. As he turned however, the sound of moving leaves caught his attention. He looked down and indeed saw a bush shaking, yet there was no wind.
“Who is there?” Tails asked loudly.
From the bush came the small cries of a squirrel and Tails relaxed, “You can come out Shadz, I know it’s you.”
“How can you be so sure?” heard the fox.
“Squirrel cries is the oldest trick in the book and I know how much you like to use the oldies.”
A tall wolf came out of the bush. His white fur was of great contrast to the black night, as were his golden yellow eyes. Shadow Forsythe, or Shadz as Tails liked to call him, was a ronin, a lone wanderer with only Blackstar, his girlfriend and mate, by his side.
“I like the young ones much more then the oldies”, he responded with a hint of passion…. Read the rest of this entry »
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