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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Chapter 1

What makes a home?

There was a voice, or was it voices? No matter how many voices they all matched rhythm and time as they spoke. "You think you're so lucky? That everything will be normal now? You're a foolish human, ah wait, you're not human are you? Well not anymore at least, enjoy your new life, everything you cared about is gone. YOU HAVE NO HOME!"
Odin jerked awake, falling out of a tree. "Ow... What a nightmare... Wait where am I?" He rotated on the spot looking around, until he felt a sharp pain shoot up his spine. "Argh, son of a- what the hell?" He stared at the tail, which led to his own ass, which was charcoal grey as well as red fox markings. He looked down his front, stopping at his sheath, "Why am I naked?!" Odin had many questions, none of them had a good answer if any at all.
There was a sharp wooden snapping noise, and Odin spun around, tail slapping into a thorn bush. "Fuck that hurts!" He looked towards where the noise came from, the tree leaves rustling as a dark green tiger appeared. Odin whipped his tail around him, some thorns still stuck in his fur, scratching his ass as the tail wrapped around him.
By the time the tiger reached him Odin was curled up in pain. The tiger was unsure of what to do with a naked shadow fox curled on the ground. "Um... Are you okay?" The tiger grabbed Odin and moved him into a clearing, and helped pick the thorns out of Odin's tail. He also helped Odin clean up his fur, but when he got to Odin's privates he freaked out and turned away adjusting himself.
Odin couldn't help but nervously accept this newcomer's help. When it had come time to clean out his fur he couldn't help but be shy, he also freaked a little when the tiger had gotten too close to his privates. "Um... Thanks... I'm good now..." He tapped the tiger's shoulder, feeling his muscles tense up and his fur bristle. "Oh... Sorry..." Odin backed off and looked for something to use to cover himself.
The tiger turned around to watch Odin scurry around, but when Odin bent over fully the tiger felt something. He quickly discarded the feeling, "my name is Mazren, if you seriously don't have clothes you can come into town with me... Here use this spare shirt at least." He handed a shirt to Odin before quickly turning away.
Odin was shocked at the sound of his voice, "I-I'm Odin... I-I think..." He had gotten very nervous, Mazren's voice was deep but soothing to him. He took the shirt and put it on; although, it was much bigger than him, he felt comfortable with it on. He noticed there was a scent on it, that scent was what he felt comfortable with.
Mazren looked over at Odin draped in his shirt, smelling it, "is there something wrong with it?" He was concerned, it was way bigger than Odin, even though it was tight on himself.
Odin put down the sleeves and rolled them up so he could use his paws, somewhat. "Oh no, it smells nice actually... Rather comforting honestly..." He pulled the shirt over his hips and it fell mid-thigh. He walked over to Mazren, "lead the way."
Mazren found it odd that his shirt smelled good it shrugged it off. They traveled until sunset through the forest before they reached a tavern. "We'll rest here for the night, town's not too far off now but it's dangerous to travel at night."
Odin yawned and rubbed his eyes, "okay I'm fine with stopping here. I'm tired anyways," there was a loud rumbling noise, "and apparently hungry..." He held his stomach, a pain starting to burn in his stomach. "Ow... Okay, I'm starving..." Odin followed Mazren inside where everyone kind of stared at them.
The bartender was a middle aged black bear, "well look there, Mazren finally found himself a mate... A little small but hey good for you... Sheesh you rip his clothes off alr-"
"SHUT UP, I'M NOT LIKE THAT!" Mazren's voice boomed through the tavern, he went and picked up a room key and snarled, "just feed him and I'll take him into town, he was lost in the forest and doesn't remember how he lost his clothes..." He stormed off towards the room, leaving Odin in everyone's gaze.
Odin stood awkwardly frozen in place, holding down the shirt trying to not shake like a leaf. A barmaid swept him along and over to the bar where he was served plates of various foods, "sorry, I can't afford this... And I don't want to burden him..."
The bartender smiled, "don't worry about it, I just need you to do one thing..." He pulled out a mug and filled it with mead for Odin, "as you saw, Mazren is very defensive about having a mate... None of the regular's here would be surprised if you we're his mate... We all know he isn't interested in women, he just won't admit it, and well you seem like you'd be able to bring him around."
Odin looked up from his mini-feast, "are you sure about him, sure there's just something that's comforting but... I don't think he will be so open to it..." Odin stopped and stared at his food, "...I don't want him mad at me when he's being nice to me."
The barkeep cleaned up an empty plate as Odin finished, "look if something happens I'll take the blame, it is my idea after all... I'm honestly tired of seeing him alone and mopey when he comes here. He's in room seven, the door is unlocked and there's one bed for you both to share... Please just try..." The bear gathered up the dishes and took them away.
"Okay, I-I'll try..." Odin left the bar and head up to the room. Like the barkeep said, the door was unlocked and the room only had one bed. Odin crept around the bed and slipped in, removing the shirt and staying away from Mazren.
All of a sudden Odin was pulled next to a sleeping Mazren, "gr... They... Don't... Understand..." Mazren was talking in his sleep, cuddling a terrified Odin. Mazren was strong, and more than capable of keeping Odin feeling safe. Odin grew comfortable with this and allowed Mazren to shift him around. Odin inhaled and he smelled the scent again, it was even better than on the shirt. Odin buried his muzzle in Mazren's fur and fell asleep slowly. He actually felt safe and secure with Mazren even though something felt wrong. As if he wasn't where he belonged, even though Mazren made him feel wanted if only during these moments.

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