KyleFoxxe

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    • Need I say anything here...

      11 years ago

      KyleFoxxe

      He made his way by the dim light of his torch, following the tunnel that curved and arced as its path avoided hardened metal ore deposits and other hazards.
      Sweat rolled down Kyle’s brow as he ran through the corridors of earth, held up by wooden beams spaced every two metres. It was colder than on the surface, much colder than most tunnels Kyle could remember, even. He found himself shivering in the dark, until a sudden feeling of déjà vu hit him like a brick in the face. He turned around and pointed his torch down the length of the tunnel he had passed through. Silent, motionless figures stood in the darkness just beyond the light of his torch, their eyes glimmering specks in their oblong heads.
      Kyle panicked as the battery in his torch began to flutter, causing the beam to lose strength. He backed away down the tunnel, away from the silent beasts, quickly turning and speeding to a full out sprint. Something about the creatures wasn’t right, as if they weren’t really there. Ethereal… Maybe I’m just hallucinating. Kyle skidded to a halt, kicking up pebbles and bits of dust in the cavern. Ahead, he could see the glint of light that marked the exit. Behind, he saw the glinting eyes of doom. They had followed him, and now stood silent and still, just as before. Kyle gritted his teeth, and took a step towards the apparitions. They didn’t move an inch. He yelled, his scream echoing down the tunnel.
      “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?†One the creatures seemed to shift, as if it were a badly scrambled image on a television. Its gruesomely long arm raised to point at Kyle, and a slur of words cackled down the tunnel. The sound pierced Kyle’s ears, causing him to cover them in pain. Panting, Kyle stared up at the dark manifestation, which cocked its head to the side and began to glide foreword.
      Kyle readied his rifle, and stared down the sights. He fired a burst of hot copper at the beast, but it didn’t so much as flinch. The bullets ricocheted off a tunnel wall several metres behind it. As the creature neared, Kyle felt an icy sensation crawling up his spine, entering his mind.
      He tossed the useless rifle at the beast, and ran towards the light. Colour drained from his vision, and he fought to remain conscious. The creatures behind began to howl, their screams piercing his flesh, ripping tendons from his bones, pulverising his organs and draining the blood from his veins. And then, it was over.

      Still more to come...

    • Chapter one... Finally

      11 years ago

      KyleFoxxe

      Here it is... Part one anyway =P

      CHAPTER ONE

      The young fox stared defiantly into the sunset, letting the cool wind shave off the intense heat of the afternoon. The sun now dipped below the horizon, a defeated colossus, crumbling to the underworld. Kyle’s pitch black fur stood against the deep red that painted the clouds, which were sparse above the horizon. The rest of the sky remained a dull, salmon pink, monotonous save for the few twinkling stars that would shine on brighter than their brethren throughout the night.
      Kyle wasn’t a soldier. He hated the military, their war that he had no choice but to fight. No, he was a warrior. The proud defender of his own beliefs, serving no soul save his own, carving a path through, at the moment, sheer nothingness. How long have I been stuck in this place, anyway? For the last six months, Kyle remember nothing more than the dark, monolithic mountains scattered across the mesa plains, and the trenches and tunnels carved beneath them. All water had been synthesized, all food had been pre-packaged MREs, and all combat had been fought on, quite literally, equal ground.
      Kyle had been following this path for the past month, running into several outposts along the way. Being neutral in the war, Kyle had been granted passage by many of the scattered factions spread about the mesa, but just as many more, including the largest, denied him any better treatment than a barrage of gunfire. The Republic of Geonythe had, some fifty odd years earlier, been the commanding force of the entire country, which spanned close to half of the planet’s surface. Arcadia. Such an ironic name for such a place as this.
      The entire planet seemed to have plunged into a living chaos, with battles being fought on their own terms, each outpost utterly cut off from their comrades, their only choice to fight any enemy that came into plain view. There was no more government, no more civilization, no more than what Kyle stared out upon this evening. A wasteland.
      He remembered growing up in a military outpost, watching as his own family, and the soldiers they fought alongside, fell, just like everyone else in this unending war. As the years passed, he finally learned to pick up a weapon, and fight for himself. He could take no more. He had been fighting for the past ten years. Since he was a mere twelve years old, he had been staring down the sights of a rifle, willing each bullet into its target with the ultimate intent to kill.
      At first, he spent sleepless nights trying not to burst into tears; equally as hard as quelling the temptation to chew the barrel of his rifle. Long since, he had managed to remove himself from feeling. Emotion had no place on the battlefield, he knew. And what love was their to be had in this place, anyway?
      He remembered playing the cello as a child; that same cello had been burnt with his parents in his old home, if he could call it as such. The instrument itself was fascinating to him, bass, violin, and if you played it right, it could sound somewhat like an electric guitar, all in one instrument. Picturing that shape in his mind often calmed him when he found himself sweating profusely, protected by little more than a layer of dirt from an endless barrage of mortar shells, crouching beside the many coloured furs that had managed to survive as long as him throughout their travels. Kyle didn’t know why, but he was still alive, despite the fact that every fur he had accompanied so far, despite his best efforts, had fallen. All the luck, it seemed, had been dumped upon him in this war. I could hardly call myself lucky. If I were, I’d be just as dead as those poor bastards.
      Kyle shuddered. A nervous twitch, one of many he had developed during combat. He rarely slept, but when he did, his dreams were filled with visions of madness, chaos, violence, death. It was no different than being awake. Sometimes, he couldn’t tell the difference between a past battle, lodged into the back of his memory, or a vivid dream. Sometimes he had the same problem with future battles. The déjà vu he had developed saved his life more than once, when he suddenly realised that a mortar would be pulverising the spot where he stood, and quickly ran for cover seconds before it did. He was thankful of the strange ability, and equally frightened by it.
      Kyle had grown up Christian, but he never really believed there could be a god. What god would put him through all this? A deep, resounding sensation ran down his spine at the thought. The fox turned to look over his shoulder. Nothing. Ahead, there was the entrance to another tunnel, which furrowed beneath a great mountain, flat topped and sheer sided. The air inside was musty and stale; Kyle made a point to make it through as quickly as possible before whatever toxins lingered in the air managed to damage him in any way. His old breath mask had been rendered useless over a week ago.

      ...That's all I could fit in here =( next time there'll be something good, I promise!

    • New story!

      11 years ago

      KyleFoxxe

      Alright, here's the latest draft of Ragnarok I've written. It's quite a bit different than the version you've been reading so far, but many of the same elements remain. Here goes:

      PROLOGUE

      Everything else was drowned out. For that single moment, all I could hear was his voice. Amber coloured eyes stared back at me distantly; he was almost in another world, now. I shivered in the cold wind, clutching his frail body close to me as the dusty, dry sky began to settle into the night time colours of deep indigo. The shouts and screams around me meant nothing, registering only as faded signals, miles away from what really mattered. It was then that he spoke, so gently, so quietly, yet the words pierced everything else, reaching me crystal clear, as if he had whispered them straight into my ear.
      “H-Helena, I want you to, to promise me something, just one thing,†I couldn’t find the strength to reply. It didn’t really matter, anyway. I could still listen. “I want you to find someone, someone you can trust, don’t ever let go of them, Helena, promise me you won’t.†I closed my eyes, and pulled him as close as I could with my shaking arms. His chest, sticky and wet with warm blood, pressed against mine. I realised that I had never felt this close to him in my entire life, as if all those years of laughter, of sadness, our unending companionship; it all amounted to this single moment. I only hoped that it could last forever.
      I felt his shuddering breaths, his weak heartbeat, and prayed that my very presence would prolong his life, maybe ease the suffering before the end. As the last tears subsided, I pulled away, and stared into his eyes. “I promise.†As he began to smile, his eyes fluttered, unsure. And I knew it would be over. Tears ran anew in my eyes as he reached up tentatively with his paw, placing a single stroke across my cheek before it fell limp at his side. His shuddering breaths came to a sudden, unnerving halt.
      Pounding, booming drums raged inside my mind. The entire earth shook with the rage, but I sat there, hopelessly urging life back into his dead body. Thunderous footfalls pounded the ground all around me, kicking up dust as they paid no mind to the little girl sitting over her brother’s corpse.
      I kept that promise with me, all this time. It’s been ten years, hasn’t it? To me, it only seems like yesterday.

      That's the prologue for ya', hope you enjoyed it because there's a whole lot more where that came from :D.

    • 2008

      11 years ago

      KyleFoxxe

      Well, hopefully I can get my arse away from UT3 long enough to actually do something (read; posting the next chapter of my story) But until then, you might not hear from me for a while.

    • More story goodness

      11 years ago

      KyleFoxxe

      As promised, here is the next chapter in the story (continued from the last post). Enjoy!

      You got lucky this time, that’s all. Kyle crouched down and caught his breath. How much more luck do I have? He slowly stood up and surveyed his surroundings. He couldn’t see anything, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. He was missing something... Kyle swung around hard, catching the soldier in the side. He hit the ground with a yell. Kyle delivered a swift kick to the head, severing the spinal cord from the brain. A useful trick his squad sergeant had taught him. When he was alive, that is. After scavenging for ammo, Kyle ran off once more into the thick of the forest.
      Now would be a good time to fill you in on a few details. After the third continental war of 2109, a military coup d'état was set in motion with plans to overthrow the current government. They succeeded, after leaving a bloody trail of civilian casualties behind them. They assumed control the instant they slaughtered every member of congress, including the president. It wasn’t long before a group of rebelling citizens made their presence clear to the new management.
      Three years of battles followed, with each side striking critical hits against the other, but never gaining a complete advantage. The military’s strength came from numbers, and brutal tactics. The rebels took pride in their rigorous training exercises, raising a small yet incredibly elite fighting force.
      And that fighting force is getting smaller every day.
      Kyle opened his eyes. The swaying leaves of dying trees waved at him as he lay in pain on the forest floor. The bullet burned in his chest, and he tried not to groan from the pain. The footsteps of his enemy came ever closer. You did good Kyle, you really did.
      Three shots. Two for the knees, one for the head. The enemy soldier was dead before he hit the ground.
      “We’ve got a live one!â€Â
      Kyle attempted to sit up.
      “He’s a sergeant! Get medical attention!â€Â
      The corporal slid next to Kyle, helping him to his feet. Kyle pushed him away. Blood leaked from his wound, but he didn’t care.
      “Sir, you-…â€Â
      Kyle shot him a look and shouldered his rifle. The medic, dressed in white and red, ran up to Kyle as he began to fall over, barely catching him in time. Kyle tried to pull free, but couldn’t summon the strength. Looks like I’ve reached my limit, for now. The world faded to black.
      The desert heat beat upon Kyle like a carbon fibre drumstick. I’m guessing this jeep needs some new shock absorbers. Each little bump made Kyle’s aching cranium tap against the metal door of the vehicle. He sat up slowly. The medic sat in the passenger seat, with the young corporal driving. A mass of wiring hanging from the ignition block heavily suggested hotwiring. At least they have some skill. Kyle thought that they obviously had no skill in healing, as his chest ached even more than when he was shot. All of his limbs were sore and stiff as well.
      “How long was I out?â€Â
      The medic glanced up at Kyle.
      “About a day. We found this jeep outside of the woods.â€Â
      “Why are we headed south?â€Â
      Another glance.
      “We have a base set up near the Mesa, that’s our best hope for now.â€Â
      Hope, huh? Kyle couldn’t remember the last time he even had the slightest sense of hope. In his mind, all you could do was hold on as hard and as long as possible, there wasn’t enough time to think about hoping.
      Massive mesas cast angular shadows across the scorched, red sands. Kyle tried to imagine what it must have looked like a thousand years ago, when there was supposed to be flourishing forests and green valleys. Not even stray tumbleweed could be seen now. It’s rather depressing, when you think about it.
      “There it is.â€Â
      What, that? The miniscule base was no larger than an elementary school. It’ll do for now, I guess.
      “I’m guessing you have working radios?â€Â
      The medic nodded.
      “Defences?â€Â
      “What do you mean?â€Â
      “Are there gun turrets?â€Â
      “Actually, no.â€Â
      Perfect.
      The jeep rolled through the rusty gates, where two armed guards patrolled. Kyle surveyed the only two structures in the base. The largest he guessed was the mess hall, or barracks. The second, smaller building was obviously the command center, due to the heavy officer traffic around it. Caused by the only three officers in the entire base. Kyle would have gone as far as to say they were trying to look busy. Ammo stockpile. Perfect. Kyle hopped off the now silent and motionless jeep and headed towards the crates of ammunition. He picked out several clips for his long empty and definitely bloodthirsty .45 cal handguns. He slid a clip into the handle and watched as the first bullet was loaded into the chamber.
      “Sir,â€Â
      Kyle looked over his shoulder. An officer now accompanied the soldier that drove the jeep. Kyle switched the safety locks on his pistols and holstered them.
      “Sergeant Foxxe, is it?â€Â
      “Yes sir. Eleventh squad.â€Â
      “I see. You’re certainly quite a ways from your post.â€Â
      “My post just got the living shit bombed out of it.â€Â
      Kyle didn’t care if he was speaking back; he never held authority in high regard in the first place. The officer stared at him over his clipboard. A recruit would’ve broken down and cried from that stare, but Kyle shot an equally menacing one right back. The Corporal looked between the two, not knowing what to do. The officer was the first to break. He looked to the side and cleared his throat loudly. A half grin cracked on Kyle’s still glaring face.
      “Well, then, you should get on your way, shouldn’t you?â€Â
      “I guess I should.â€Â
      “Corporal Legget will lead you to the barracks.â€Â
      “I, will?†The officer left the stunned Corporal standing before Kyle. Kyle wiped the glare from his face. He walked past the soldier and headed for the large building. I guess I’m stuck here for a while.

    • As promised...

      11 years ago

      KyleFoxxe

      Here it is, my first story post. It's a work in progress, (as are all of my stories and their various drafts) but I still think it's good enough to post here. Take note that this story does use furry characters, just a head's up to explain some things in the story. Enjoy:

      Kyle slid up the side of the trench. He hated falling asleep, especially when he was supposed to be on watch. He looked into the sky. Not more than a few minutes must have passed. Now that’s sad. Kyle noticed that he had fallen asleep against his rifle, and massaged his side gingerly. The scent of morning dew hung in the thick air. Fog surrounded Kyle, blocking out the deciduas trees on the edge of the large field. Perfect time for an ambush. A faint whistling came from overhead. Yep.
      “MORTARS!â€Â
      The yell came out just before the impact. Dirt flew into the air, determined to reach sky status, but fell short considerably. The dirt settled on Kyle’s back, and he swiftly brushed aside. Hurried steps pounded the rest of the dirt into submission, and mortar shells blasted them into oblivion.
      Kyle couldn’t care less about dirt now. He stared down the sights of his rifle and squeezed off several rounds. A group of soldiers recoiled and collapsed. The soldiers lucky enough to get close to the trenches opened fire. Kyle pulled back, and flinched as the fiery metal screamed overhead. Golden streaks quickly faded as the enemy soldiers fed fresh clips into their hungry rifles. Kyle took the opportunity to toss a grenade in their direction. With a certain air of satisfaction, Kyle ducked down once more. A thud and several burning screams pierced the damp air. Kyle could see the fog lifting, and his eyes widened in fear. Entire battalions had lined up at the forest’s edge, waiting. I knew it wouldn’t be this easy.
      Kyle made a point to keep his head down as he ran through the trench, which was slowly filling with bodies. Ahead, several enemy troops hopped into the trench. Kyle yelled and ran even faster. He made a slashing motion with his rifle, striking the stunned soldier unconscious. Before the others could react, hot brass tore through their bodies. Kyle pointed his rifle at the soldier he knocked out. He closed his eyes, and continued running.
      Like hell I’ll sink that low...
      This war had moved beyond dirty tactics. What was considered appalling to the rules of war was now common ground for most soldiers. If you saw the opportunity, you took it, no matter what. The enemy was no better.
      The tanks fired all in unison, blasting apart the trenches swiftly and effectively. The second wave obliterated the makeshift command center, which Kyle had already passed. He was going through adrenaline as if it was Gatorade. The emergency exit appeared up ahead, and Kyle increased his speed considerably by jabbing a small syringe into his leg. Stim Packs were also common game with most soldiers. Kyle felt like his muscles were going to burst, or that his heart would pound right out of his chest. Either way, I’m screwed.
      The final round of tank fire triumphantly destroyed the trenches, leaving nothing but blood, ashes and upturned soil. Kyle slumped against a tree. His muscles were on fire, and searing venom pulsed through his veins. He checked his equipment and continued through the forest.

      That was just a small part of the first chapter. I'll have some more up soon.

      Laters

    • A little bit late...

      11 years ago

      KyleFoxxe

      Well, I spent some time away, and I'm glad to be back. School's been a major pain, but I'm determined to make it through the year. Since my initial post, I've had a few more stories posted at quizilla.com. Hope you enjoy!

      Periodically I may update my journal here with some of my newer stories, as my quizilla page doesn't even have a fraction of the drafts and story ideas I've got sitting in my hard drive, so keep posted.

      Laters.

    • Bonzai!

      12 years ago

      KyleFoxxe

      Just telling you all a little bit about myself. As you can tell from my profile, I love metal, video games, and furries. I'm an amateur writer, with only one and a half stories released so far. Hopefully, I'll be able to find some friends here on the RT network.
      Laters.

    • 2019 years ago

      KyleFoxxe
    • 2019 years ago

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  • Comments (13)

    • KyleFoxxe

      11 years ago

      no problem =)

    • _darkfoxz_

      11 years ago

      yes, very old actually lol =P i got some way better pics i want to put up when i get a chance ^_^ ty for comments

    • _darkfoxz_

      11 years ago

      awesome i can't wait keep up the great work! =D

    • KyleFoxxe

      11 years ago

      I'll try it out sometime, when I get over my other gaming habits (damn you Oblivion!) anywho... I'm doing a major update to my story (the version I've been posting so far was written over a year ago) and I'll probably tank the version I'm posting right now, so that I can focus more on the new and (possibly) improved version. ;)

    • _darkfoxz_

      11 years ago

      lol ya you need to i wanna read it =D
      oh and i found that image when i was looking up stuff for wolfs rain.
      and about the other one im lvl 70 (you should totally play it gets addicting *cough* >.>)

    • KyleFoxxe

      11 years ago

      *Looks from left to right, remembering that I need to updated the story* Heh... I'll do my best to post the next chapter before the next ice age melts. I've got other things piled up all over the place, and holidays, and and and... So anyway, it could be a while before that happens.

    • _darkfoxz_

      11 years ago

      happy holidays to you too!, well anyways imma get off here for a few hours so i can get some stuff done, it was great talking to you again!

      p.s. can't wait to read your next story

    • _darkfoxz_

      11 years ago

      sorry, i can't spell today >_<

    • _darkfoxz_

      11 years ago

      awesome to see you again too lol, so what ya ben up to?

    • KyleFoxxe

      11 years ago

      I'll try to dig something up soon :p

    • _darkfoxz_

      11 years ago

      thanks for the pic comment, ya cats with their sniper rifles T.T lol anyways take it easy hope to read some of your stories soon. ^_^

    • KyleFoxxe

      12 years ago

      Thanks. I geuss it won't matter since you're one of two people I've invited so far :P. Oh well, it's a start.

    • Loquy

      12 years ago

      hey man sup?
      no random friend requests
      atleast let me talk to you for i add
      oh well watever i added you anyway

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