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[link]Chapter 5: Saving Throw
A tall, tan female dog walked out from the shadows, carrying a dead Ferd by the scuff of his shirt collar. A small opening was visible on the top of his head. The female fur had a look of anger on her face, "I said back off." She demanded, looking a hole through Crook.
Crook turned from Angelica, staring down the well built furry, "Bitch, do you know what you've walked into?" The presence of the fur annoyed him.
The female turned to Jaymz, who was sitting on the ground in awe, "'Name's Natashia." She winked at her older brother, "Sean Baxton told me I'd find you here."
"S... Sean? My... brother? How is he? Is he alright?" Jaymz began to wag his tail, hoping for good news.
"When I left him, he was, sugar. We'd been training." Natashia answered.
Crook put on a devious smile, "So, the assassin's hadn't gotten to him before you left, I take it?"
"Hmm? Assassins?" Natashia let out a small chuckle, tossing Ferd's body towards Crook, "If they're as clumsy as THIS piece of crap, you'd better send an army. I'm not sure you know who you're dealing w/, there. Sean's THE best of the best, from what I've heard." Ferd hit the cold, hard floor w/ a echoing thud. His head bopped off the ground a few times as he skid to a stop right before Crook's feet. Natashia took a step towards Crook, "Now... Let my mother go!"
"Mother?" Jaymz questioned under his breath, puzzled. He continued to watch Natashia. Her scent was familiar, somehow. She smelt a lot like Angelica to him. He put his nose to the air as Natashia kept inching closer to Crook.
"Back up, wench!" Crook threatened, unveiling a knife from his side holster and putting it up to Angelica's neck, "One step closer, and she'll be choking on her OWN fluids!"
"You hide behind a prisoner, you spineless bastard?" Natashia stopped, looking into Crook's devilish eyes, "Stand and fight, coward, or step aside!"
"MOM!" Jaymz called out to his bound mother.
"Son, be strong." Angelica pleaded to her begging son, "I... love you."
Natashia waved her paw to Crook, coaxing the maniac to her, "C'mon, 'Crook.' What's the matter, sug? Too much woman for ya over HERE? Your fight's w/ me."
Crook grunted, throwing the knife to the side, "Stupid cunt! You don't scare me! I'll make short work of you!" Crook's anger for furries began to get the best of his judgment, taking his attention away from his prisoner and to Natashia. He balled up his massive fists in rage, "When I'm done w/ you, you'll be begging to die, wench!"
Natashia snickered, taking her fighting stance, "Sounds fun, sugar." She turned around to a scared and confused Jaymz, who was still trying to pick up on who Natashia actually was, "Listen." She whispered, "I know you're confused as Hell, but..."
Jaymz interrupted, "You're... my sister, aren't you?"
Natashia sighed, "Y... Yeah, sug." She smiled to him, "I'm... sorry it's taken so long to finally meet you... and under THESE conditions."
Jaymz's voice began to break, "I... understand. Please, save us."
"Count on it, babe." She winked at Jaymz again.
Crook began to grow impatient w/ Natashia, "Wench! COME! Show me what you got!"
Natashia gathered all her attention to Crook now, "No problem!"
btw youer sisters hot
Bad Guy rule #24: Alway kill the prison BEFORE you get into a brawl.
Nice pic, btw.
If only Nezz were there to help. (Though that'd be wierd xD)