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Beginning Anew II

Foresta

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a part of Beginning Anew II, by th4everlove.

The Wanderer's capital city.

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Foresta

The Wanderer's capital city.

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Foresta is a part of Eramaa.

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Todd


Meat had never tasted so good. As the weak fox tore into his cached meal on the outskirts of Foresta, he reflected for the first time on how he had come to this state. It had all started when he was journeying through the mountains in south of Forte. He had been just fine up there in seclusion until those blasted rains had come. He didn't even get the chance to take shelter! Anyhow, he had decided to grin and bear it until he had come to a perfect place to take shelter, a nice depression in the side of a small ravine. The problem was, it was too shallow to keep him dry, so Todd had decided to dig into it a little bit. The mud came away easily. Too easily. It wasn't until water was spewing out of the mud wall that Todd realized that he had just dug a hole in an old Eramaan levee.

Well you can probably guess what happened from there. The dike burst eventually, washing Todd and the muddy water down the mountain with it, leaving the unfortunate fox somewhere in the middle of the forest, lost an disorientated. He had managed to get out of the main current of the mudslide, and he eventually slowed to a stop. As any creature knows, getting a leg stuck in mud is one thing, getting it out is the other, especially when he had both hind legs properly submerged. Took him the rest of the day to get free of the mess. The following morning (he had slept like a log after exhausting himself try to extract his legs), the red fox awoke blind. After a brief episode of panic, he realized that he had mud caked on his eyes, and no amount of scratching and pawing could dig it off. Had Todd not blindly stumbled upon a small pond, he may have starved.

After an hour spent washing the mud from his eyes and the rest of his body while he was at it, Todd was exhausted and weak with hunger. Had the fox not had enough foresight in the past to store his various caches of leftover meat at various places on the island, he may have perished. After all, he was too weary to go look for berries or fruits, and the starches in most grasses didn't agree with him. So, when Todd had miraculously discovered his food storage near Foresta, he did not care the relative danger he was putting himself in being so near the capital, nor the fact that the scent of blood tended to permeate the surrounding air with ease. All he could think of was one thing: Meat had never tasted so good.

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Razzul Whisperpaw


The Wanderer Chief was on his way to the guard quarters, when noticed Comet, one of the guards. “Where are we going to investigate Razzul?” The blue spotted jaguar asked in a strangely high voice as if she was startled. Raising an eyebrow, Razzul answered: “Didn’t Boris tell you?” The wolf sighed. “I keep telling him that all that training is going to his head. He’s been forgetting things lately. Anyway, I assume you have heard about the recent mudslide in Forte? Well the mayor has just informed me of the damages to both the town and the animals. The numbers of deaths and the critically wounded are staggering. If I can, I wish to help the survivors of this tragedy. So, in short, we are to be headed over there immediately.” He nodded as if agreeing with himself. Looking at “Lets get the guard ready. If we make haste in our journey, we might be able to make it there before nightfall.”

He then gestured for Comet to follow him in the guard quarters. The building where the guards live is built inside a hill not too far away from the Chief’s cabin. On the outside it doesn’t look like much, but the inside is a different story. The majority of the building is made out of logs that lean against the stone walls and join at the center of the structure like a flattened cone. As many as ten huge tree trunks are bound and set in the center to support the building. Holes were dug out in the sides of the building to serve as rooms for each guard. Curtains ranging in a variety of colors cover the entrance to the rooms for privacy. Although the building was carved out of the hill it was still air tight; even though it had rained for the past week, the inside of the building was surprisingly dry.

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“Boris? Jason?” Razzul said as black bear and an otter poked their heads from behind their curtains. “You two are joining Comet and I to Forte. All of you get ready to meet me in front of my cabin in five minutes. Also Jason, if you could be so kind and pack some food for the journey, that would be most appreciated.” The wolf turned to leave, nodding to the blue spotted jaguar as he passed her. He ventured back to his cabin to pack a few healing herbs that he would use on the survivors just in case if he ran out of energy while healing them. Once he was ready, he waited for his guards.


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After finishing the scraps of his makeshift meal and regaining his composure to a reasonable degree, Todd wiped his maw with his paws in an attempt to get rid of the red stain, which only resulted in tinting his paws in an earthy red color. Sighing, Todd looked up from his position, taking note of all the beautiful shades of green that surrounded him. There was the healthy dark green of the tall but squat conifors, the rusty green of the majestic decidious, and a general mashup of every shade of green in the grasses that covered that covered the forest floor. Todd almost felt bad that his red fur was tainting such a one colored masterpiece, but soon stopped his nature gazing when he saw a flash off to the side of his vision.

Curious, the red fox stood up on shaky limbs to investigate. Limping slightly, still sore from his earlier incident, Todd made his way as quietly as possible towards the source of the light. Normally Todd wouldn't have been so curious, but any light had to come either from the sun or from fire, and with the sun high in the sky and no reason for fire, there had to be something worth seeing. Todd soon found the source of the flash of light, and was rather baffled to see an Ocelot, roughly his size but not in the right proportions, working with fire. Now, Todd wasn't ignorant of mutations, he couldn't dismiss his remarkable stamina as anything but supernatural, but it always suprised him how...powerful they could be.

While Todd was busy musing, he missed what had ended up distracting the Ocelot and her resulting frustration, but noticed her stand up and leave, passing near the red fox. About to dismiss the whole incident and file it away into his memories, his ears perked up when he realized he could still hear her. Now, his ears were good, but not as good as some, so in order for him to hear her she was close. Too close. And when he heard her talking to Razzul, the well known chief of the Wanderers, he realized he must be much closer to the capital than he realized. Knowing it would be foolish and noisy to make a mad dash out of there, Todd instead chose to creep out of the area at a painfully slow pace, hoping against hope that they had other things to do than smell the scent of blood that still covered the foxes maw and paw.

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Razzul Whisperpaw


The green and white wolf was beginning to wonder why his guards were taking so long. It’s not like he asked them to pack for a crusade. He shook his head and waited patiently. They were probably just concerned on what they should bring.

The Chief was sitting on the porch of his small cabin when he heard a cry from his advisor, Akira. “Razzul…I did it again…can you heal me?” The ocelot whimpered while limping over to the wolf. One of her paws was lifted high above the ground in a painful manner. Razzul knew instantly what his young advisor meant. Akira had the ability to control and conjure fire. Her powers were so great that she was chosen to be the Advisor of the Wanderer’s personally by Razzul shortly after he had become Chief. Unfortunately with all that power bubbling inside such a young animal, she losses control often, thus burning herself severely. The wolf encouraged his companion to try to learn to control her amazing power in order to become even stronger. However, she losses her concentration often and ends up needing to be healed. Instead of making her go to an infirmary, Razzul uses his ability to heal others to relieve Akira of her pain. This time it seemed that she had burned her paw and right ear to the point that fur had been removed.

“My dear Akira. What have you done?” The Chief sighed with sad eyes. “Come sit. Let me fix you up.” He said gently but with a hint of authority as would a parent would with a child. When she had sat down beside him, he first placed his paw over Akira’s injured ear. Closing his eyes, he slowly let lose a small stream of his healing magic from the powerful river that was inside of him. The stream washed over Akira’s burnt ear like a cold mist. The dark green markings along his body began to glow a bright green as the burnt flesh disappeared and was replaced by healthy skin and fur. Razzul felt his own ear sting and burn, replicating the pain Akira just endured; however, the pain never showed itself to the outside world. Once her ear had returned to its natural state, he began working on her paw. Again his markings glowed brightly while the magic washed over her in a gentle manner. As her paw began to look more and more like a paw, the Chief felt his own paw become charred and burn, but his face was as still as stone. After a minute or so, Akira was as good as new.

Razzul opened his green eyes to examine his work. Not a single burnt hair had escaped his reach. A ghost of a smile appeared on the wolf’s lips in happiness of healing another. “How do you feel?” He asked the young ocelot with a bit of concern. He hoped he didn’t use too much of his power on her. When he was younger and less experienced, he would sometimes use too much of his power causing his patients to become drowsy and incoherent, something the wolf always worried about. To cause an inconvenience to another made him feel guilty even if he was helping them to a certain degree.

A chilly breeze began to stir, ruffling Razzul’s long fur coat. The unmistakeable sent of blood caught the Chief’s attention. Alarmed, the wolf looked over Akira once again to see if he had missed any injuries, but he could find none. Now puzzled, Razzul filled his highly effective nostrils to locate the source of the blood. He stood up and peered intently into the silent quivering forest. “Do you smell something, Akira?” He asked in a low voice, hoping that he was just imagining the horrible smell that he loathed greatly.

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Amir


Amir paced around the outside perimeter of his home his neck arched and a tail that fanned out behind him in the breeze that darted in-between the trees. Amir didn't necessarily stay in one particular place for too long although he mainly resided around Foresta where he felt most at home amongst the other inhabitants. His home consisted of a shelter made from wood. Amir didn't like to be cut off from the world and liked an open space so the simple open plan of his home was ideal for his claustrophobic tendencies.

Inside there wasn't much apart from a bed of hay in which he had cut the grass himself allowing it to try out into hay where he laid upon it, he changed it every few days as soon as it lost it's initial bouncy comfortable feeling but he wasn't one to let his home become messy.

He had a small space in the corner that was shut off from the world where he occasionally went to be alone. He didn't use that small space a lot at all, being idle was his greatest enemy and instead of sulking in misery he'd go for a run or just pace around like he was doing right then.

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Anyone who was unfamiliar with the Stallion's odd way of doing things would simply think that he was bored and just wasting his time but inside Amir's mind he was hard at work thinking up simple plans and thinking to himself in the reserved and secluded manner that often annoyed animals who lived near by him: pacing around for what could seem hours on end. Around his home was a worn track of Earth in which his hooves had worn down over his endless pacing while he was there.

Amir thinks of himself as a 'Rags to Riches' type of story where a young hot headed stallion managed to curb his attitude and turn himself into someone who had left a mark on the vast world. Well at least he hoped he did. As a colt he had participated in the usual mischievous activities but after a few dangerous run in's, he joined the army and that was the start of his journey to the top. For it it has made Amir quite a proud noble character, although somewhat too proud of himself at times which could prove to become annoying among the animals below him but he remained respectful to everyone knowing that one day, a much younger more intelligent and younger animal will soon take over his position.

A part of Amir was feeling anxious especially on the thought of the Reformers. He had plans of heading over to see Razzul in a short while but he was just trying to make all of his thoughts clear. He had heard news of the mudslides over in Forte and he was wary that Razzul's mind may be more concerned with more pressing matters than what Amir was planning to do next with his army of all too ready animals ready to act on the slightest instruction.

"You know, you should really get a better hobby instead of pacing around all day." A squirrel which was perched on a tree branch teased before running down the trunk to stop in front of Amir who was jerked out of his train of thought to his annoyance.

Stamping a hoof he walked past his annoying neighbour the plucky little creature who Amir only barely remembered his name as 'Max', usually Amir was quite disgusted how the little creature could talk to him in such a manner when he demanded so much respect. It was possible that on hearing stories from the past of the way humans respected their Sergeants and Generals...Amir just wanted to recapture that greatness that came in the military.

"Why don't you got and find some nuts or something?" Amir shot back in annoyance out of loosing his train of thought. Was it uncommon for Amir to respond in such a hard way? Most of the time yes. But Amir was sure glad that whenever he left home that he always got to have some time away from his nosy neighbour.

It didn't take long but Amir had managed to raise a small speech that he'd deliver to Razzul. His main concern was making it quick and simple enough just to let the Chief know what he was up to. He flew along at a great speed: the greatest asset that Amir had, his hooves pounding along the earth as he moved along weaving his way in and out of tree's, navigating around ditches, ponds and large boulders before he managed to reach the main city. When he finally reached it he maneuvered his way asking a few of the animals lazing around who pointed him in the right direction.

"Chief, I have a few concerns. I understand you have other problems right now but just give me a moment and that's all I need of your time." Amir started as soon as the green and white wolf that he knew fairly well appeared in view in tow with Comet and Akira. Amir nodded a greeting to the other animals, bowing his head to the chief.

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Razzul sat on his porch beside his trusted Advisor, Akira, concentrating on a peculiar smell. The unmistakable scent of blood was thick in the air. The smell was overpowering, meaning that the source was either close or someone was critically injured. While taking more of the scent through his highly trained nose the Chief was able to pinpoint the direction in which the blood was at.

Before Razzul was about to race though the forest towards the blood, he picked up the sound of pounding hooves. Turning to face the direction of the sound, the green and white wolf spotted a flash of a jet black mane whipping through the wind. In an instant, General Amir stood before the Chief bowing his great head. "Chief, I have a few concerns. I understand you have other problems right now but just give me a moment and that's all I need of your time."The stallion said. Razzul looked upon his friend with eyes of urgency. “Most certainly General Amir, you know how much I regard your ideals. However at the moment I sense trouble. I smell blood.” The Chief said while gesturing towards the silent woods. “I am afraid someone has been hurt severely. I must help them, quickly. Come with me Amir I may need your assistance. Once we get back you can tell me what your concerns are.” With that he turned and rushed into the forest.

It didn’t take long till Razzul was about to spot a fox though the shroud of green. The scent grew stronger the closer he moved toward the fox. Worried that this animal was injured, the Chief called out to him: “Hello Mr. Fox. Are you ok?” He stopped about ten yards from the fox who seemed to be moving very slowly. His paws and muzzle were a darker red than his brilliant coat. He reeked of blood.

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Todd knew the threat was coming before Razzul had uttered his first word to him. And he knew he could do nothing about it. The evidence was all there, his bloody mouth, his paws, and his sneaker demeanor. And there was also that ever present danger of what if Razzul had somehow recognized him as a rebel, he knew he would have no choice but to bolt. In fact, Todd would have bolted ages ago if it wasn't for the stallion he had heard trotting along beside the chief just moments before.

Of course, Todd could still run. In fact, he would love to run. One of his favorite forms of entertainment was getting into chases, and then always outwit the slow, lumbering brute that was too hot tempered to do anything but follow him blindly. He was sure that, in his prime, he could outfox both the chief and his equestrian friend. But there was two problems with this. First off, he was not in his prime, he had just been in the middle of a mudslide! Second, most of Todd's stratagy had to do with using the forest to his advantage, hiding among fallen branches, leaving confusing scent trails, etc. But as far as he could see, the forest wasn't an option, with a clearing behind him and Foresta in front of him, Todd was between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea.

He could try lying, as much as he hated doing it. As bad of a reputation as he got for being a carnivore, Todd still prided himself in integrity. Not to say he hasn't told his fair share of lies, it just happened that he preferred not to. Tensing up in preparation of the lie he was about to tell about some superficial injury he had gotten, he stopped. He didn't have to lie, only...exaggerate. Hiding a foxy grin at the thought, Todd turned to face them, greatly enhancing his limp as he did so. He took a quick look to see what kind of wounds he had received from the mudslide, and although not too many of them were open or severe, he could probably sell it. At the very least, he could buy himself time until another solution presented itself. "Why hello, good leader Razzul, your sympathy towards the injured is remarkable. I was just in the most dreadful of mudslides, I am sure you have heard of it? Anyway, it left me with enough wounds to attract your attention, I'm sure, but nothing that I can't take care of myself." Todd said respectfully, glad that Razzul was staying at a distance so that he could not examine the fox up close. He implied that his bloody muzzle and paws were from where had been cleaning the wounds himself, as many animals still did. He just wished the chief would accept his story and leave.

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The green and white wolf listened to the injured fox closely, taking in every detail. It interested him that the fox had been in the Forte mudslide, which was at least a two day journey from Foresta, and was washed up this far away. Of course he could have walked, but with a hurt leg and loss of so much blood it was questionable for him to be able to walk. Either the mudslide was worse than the Chief had expected it to be or he was lying about his injuries. Both options were troubling to Razzul.

Although the Chief wasn't entirely convinced of the fox's story, he still felt like he should help the poor creature. After all he was still a fellow animal. Razzul took a step closer. "I am sorry for your struggles, Mr. Fox, but are you sure that you can handle that all by yourself? Your injuries look grotesque, however, they don't look like a challenge for me to heal." The wolf said in a concerned tone. The scent of blood was still heavy in the air, making Razzul feel antsy, something his calm, peaceful personality prevented. Something about blood seemed to bring back horrid memories of his childhood. The most dominate of memories was when his family was murdered. The mere thought of it sent a shiver down his spine. You have other matters to attend to. Don't think about such things now. He coached himself not wanting to loss his cool while someone was hurt.

While taking what the fox had said and replaying it in his head again, it occurred to him that the fox could have been one of the missing from the mudslide. The fox could have family worrying about him at this very moment. It was unjust just to leave the fox out here if he refused to be healed so why not take him back to Forte? "Excuse me Mr. Fox, but if you don't mind me asking, do you live in Forte? I was about to head over there myself to help with the survivors. If you live there you could come with us or you could rest in Foresta if you preferred."

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As the red fox listened to the chief's reply, he took a parting glance to note the stallion who seemed to be studying Todd with great interest. Realizing that Razzul was not the only one here that needed convincing, Todd determined to be quick and to the point, for he wanted to get out of here as soon as was practical. Although just running away in mid-conversation was always an option, there was no reason to chase him other than trying to reprimand him for rude behavior.

As the green and white wolf finished his dictate, Todd carefully considered his reply. He knew it would be foolish to say that he hailed from Forte, as then it would be expected that the citizens there would recognize him. Not to mention he would have to travel the extensive journey with the chief and his sharp eyed guard, as Todd assumed that was who the horse was. However, if Todd chose Razzul's other suggestion, to stay in Foresta, he could leave as soon as Razzul's company was down the trail and around the next bend, if he wasn't under intensive care. He might be able to do some snooping around as well, considering that this was the capital. Glance at a classified document here, change troop orders there, and so on. If he played his cards right, the resulting events could end in war, thus hastening the decline of civilization, and the return to a lifestyle of how Mother Nature intended it to be! But of course, that was a best case scenario, he wasn't even sure he would want to stay in the capital any longer than was necessary.

Choosing his words carefully, Todd began his reply. "I appreciate your concern and have considered you offer, but I have always believed that the sick and the wounded should heal the way that Mother Nature intended, with time," he started, letting his words sink in. "In regards to your concerns of Forte, I was simply in the area on business when the unfortunate accident happened." This much was true, he was only out there exploring new territory. Finishing up in the most convincing way he could word it, Todd said "Though to reject your gracious invitation to rest in the capital would be unthinkable, I would be honored to take time there to recouporate before heading out again."

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Relieved that this situation was flowing so smoothly, Todd let out an inaudible sigh of relief as Razzul agreed to leave him in Foresta. Todd took a moment to imagine what the innards of the capital was like, as he had only been along the outskirts. Would there great buildings made of iron and stone as in the stories of the human era that his grandfather had told? He doubted it, if Mother Nature had intended for animals to be the captains of industry as the humans had been, they would have been equals in the eyes of humanity, not simple pets or prey. It was probably just a small town, frivolously appointed as a capital for no other reason than that the chief lives there. Probably just simple wooden huts or stone caves of animals who were rebelling away from their natural ways, attempting to "settle down" like humans. His pessimistic thoughts of the upcoming town darkened his mood, so he thought of the possible positives. Maybe he could find a map which he could "borrow" in order to help him explore Wanderer Realm. Maybe he could find a nice vixen to woo, or a short tempered brute that he could goad into chasing. Maybe he could investigate the various inner workings of the Wanderers, and maybe sabotage that said government. Or he could just leave as soon as he was healed. That always was an option.

Aware that he had been lost in his thoughts a little too long, he tuned back into reality soon enough to hear Razzul's query. He considered answering with his real name, but paused to consider the possible implications. Todd had been in an occasional run in with authorities whenever he was caught sating his carnivorous appetite, would it be possible that his name would have found its way back to Razzul? Deciding to play it safe and use an alias, he picked his favorite one from a mental list he had created just for the occasion. He was also aware that Razzul had asked if he needed assistance walking, and Todd determined to refuse that offer. The farther away from the chief the better, as he may get close enough to see the real cause of the blood was not from Todd's minimal wounds.

Putting on an air of courtesy as he followed that was unusual for him, Todd began his response. "Your generosity is truly noteworthy, and again, I thank you for providing shelter. I am sure I will be able to manage without assistance for the time being, might as well learn now how to care for myself if I ever get injured when alone. As for my name, I apologize for not introducing myself earlier, my name is Denali, son of Autumn and Erak." Todd replied. It was an old habit of his to say his lineage when he introduced himself, and he just applied it here without a second thought.