Some Random Fragment Of My Wild Imagination. AKA, Proof Of My Furryness.

"Great God." The bipedal red fox stood erect, his amber eyes fixed upon the great insectoid beast that towered several metres before him. He clenched his fists, sizing up his next kill. A wailing screech erupted from its gaping maw, thick ropes of slime dripping down from the serrated mandibles. The giant praying mantis, or whatever it was, looked down at Gilfox with pure contempt in all four of dark, beady eyes.

Gilfox grinned. The thing was going to be a great warm-up after his four-month long hiatus away from slaying. The curved steel blades on each of his arms were hungry for blood. He had taken a serious thrashing from his last mission where he and his fellow beast slayers had taken down a crimson auroch that had been creating chaos in the rural mountain village of Sh'ankurr. The big-ass bull had torn open a gaping hole in his left thigh, on which still remained an ugly scar, despite Jadine's best remedy for treating demon wounds.

A gargantuan claw came swiftly down onto Gilfox, snapping him back to reality. Enough dreaming already, Gil, he told himself. Timing himself just right, he leapt up on the mantis' scythe-like claw and sprang upwards from it, grabbing a hold of its overhanging antennae. The oversized insect shrieked in rage, swiping at the red fox with both of its deadly claws, but all to no avail.

Gilfox swung back and forth from the beast's appendages, gaining momentum, and then swung upwards, somersaulting onto the head of the mantis. This only served to further aggravate the monster, and it shook its head from side to side, trying to lose the infuriating furry creature perched on top. Gilfox hung on to a ridge in its exoskeleton with all his might with one arm, and used the other arm to hack away at it with his arm blade. Find it, he told himself. Find that goddamn weak spot...

But before he could tear through the tough membrane under the hard outer shell, Gilfox was thrown off the creature's head and sent hurtling through the air...then painfully skidding several feet on the ground as he hit it hard.

The fox gingerly stood up, coughing out dust and brushing off the dirt from his vermillion fur. The insect gazed upon him with its cold eyes and made a series of high-pitched screeches. It was laughing at him, mocking him. Gilfox glared up at the towering mantis, his eyes full of smoldering indignation. "Oh yeah sure, laugh now", he yelled, sprinting towards the monster at top speed, "but it ain't gonna be so funny when I tear your fuckin' ass apart!"

The mantis lunged for him, but Gilfox dodged its swinging claw just in time; using it again as a platform, he thrust himself up skyward, until he was several feet above the mantis' head. "Die, bitch", he muttered, forcefully stabbing his arm blades into the gap he had created.

With a horrible, dying screech that pained his ears, the mantis succumbed to the hands of death and fell with an almighty boom to the earth, shaking it entirely and causing a great cloud of dust to billow from underneath it. Sticky, green translucent liquid oozed out from its head cavity, forming a slippery cesspool around it.

Gilfox emerged from the cloud of dust, covered head to toe in grit, dust and giant insect slime. "Nice look, young'un", quipped Arkhan, grinning a wolf's grin.

"Shut up, old man", muttered Gilfox, shooting the older timber wolf the dirtiest look he could muster. "I didn't see you helping me."

"Hnh. Well, save up that energy of yours fer tomorrow. There's a bounty for th' head of Makirru, some demon that's been doin' shit in a village not far from base. We're goin' t'check it out at first light", replied Arkhan casually, scratching the back of his greyed head. "And go take a shower", he added. "You look an' smell worse'n shit."

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There you go. Gilfox Wyldephere, beast slayer. My fursona.

I'm such a furfag.