Ellensouler
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In times of war, in times of strife; in times of blood and in times of famine. The weak will be devoured the strong live fat while those in between are subject to the lottery. Names drawn from a hat, there was no real civility, no real quality of life, when the time came it came and some would gladly die for their country. But not an inept and cold raccoon. He lived each day, a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other while his eyes scanned the bloody sky as it dipped below the horizen, a ritual he would part take in each day waiting for his brother. He would sit atop a small crate, gazing into the darkness that was the abandoned mineshaft, take a sip of his emotions in a bottle, and smile when he heard the padder of his siblings paw-pads. But, quickly he'd retract that smile, his brother had to see that he was strong.
They were the same in every way, well, in their eyes. The only difference was the color of their coats. Shyla was a Longcoat, Ronan a common folk. But they made due.
"You're late..." he glared at the fox with a stern lipped expression, his brother looking down with a frown and away. "I'm kidding you, idiot, come here..." as that was said the fox jumped into his arms and they shared a small moment of laughter, stroking each other's ears and rubbing muzzles with glee. "I got lost again," the fox said as he pulled away. "It's the same route every time....god help the Longcoats.." he sighed and loaded his pistol.
"Well I came prepared this time..." he smiled and turned around, a sniper rifle on his back as he turned his head over his shoulder with a wink.
"Stop being cheeky...let's go."
And like that, they were off in the midst of the night, looking for one of the Civilized. Ronon knew his name was Eli, one of those who was in charge of the lottery in their town. He also knew he was a goat, but the details ended there, but the night, however; was long.
They were the same in every way, well, in their eyes. The only difference was the color of their coats. Shyla was a Longcoat, Ronan a common folk. But they made due.
"You're late..." he glared at the fox with a stern lipped expression, his brother looking down with a frown and away. "I'm kidding you, idiot, come here..." as that was said the fox jumped into his arms and they shared a small moment of laughter, stroking each other's ears and rubbing muzzles with glee. "I got lost again," the fox said as he pulled away. "It's the same route every time....god help the Longcoats.." he sighed and loaded his pistol.
"Well I came prepared this time..." he smiled and turned around, a sniper rifle on his back as he turned his head over his shoulder with a wink.
"Stop being cheeky...let's go."
And like that, they were off in the midst of the night, looking for one of the Civilized. Ronon knew his name was Eli, one of those who was in charge of the lottery in their town. He also knew he was a goat, but the details ended there, but the night, however; was long.
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