Author: Tech Rathgen PM
Randy has a great focus in mind. He is a fox that is blind at night, yet can hear and maneuver with ease. In the day time, he can see just fine, yet it is near impossible for him to use his ears. In an old age with bows and arrows and swords, who will save Randy's fellow foxes from sacrifices by a wolf and a Reynard? Randy will and can with all his might, despite his flaws.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure - Chapters: 3 - Words: 10,398 - Updated: 03-09-13 - Published: 03-27-07 - id: 2339925
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It is a story that is told by every fox around the nation, where Randy Banderélli survived an enormous pack of wolves, had a wife and another generation of kits. He was able to stop their rituals before they got out of proportion at one point, in which they attempted to sacrifice all foxes in the vicinity, even him. He has been dead for many generations and his story still lives today.
By Tech Rathgen
Out in the darkness of the frightening cemetery, with an electric pit for misfits to fall toward sharks swimming in the rectangular drop, a council of nocturnal wolves gathers at this isolated place every day, in order to figure out how to capture, and then sacrifice Randy Banderélli. The moon waxes full and their council of discussion about a particular fox begins.
The wolves discuss ways to annihilate the one fox crazy enough to take on a pack of wolves led by Redgie Den. It turns into many creative ways to sacrifice him, although it would always lean back to the sharks, until a horrible smell came into the distance.
Randy hides behind a tree and allows his ears to suck in the words of the tyrants at the cemetery. He breathes in their scent and can only rely on his ears, because his vision becomes very poor when night arises.
"Silence, hypocrites," howls Redgie. He sniffs the air and a horrid smell attacks his nose. He sneezes and concludes, "It's a fox and its smell is driving me to medication! I demand you, my fellow wolves, to strike fear into it and stare at the eyes of the pack-less pest buzzing around our heads. Now, go, or I'll feed you to the sharks."
Randy runs from a large, furious pack of nocturnal wolves that carry torches, pitchforks, and bows with arrows. He reaches a large plate in the earth and must climb up dirt, in order to reach the top. As he climbs, arrows, torches, and pitchforks fly his way. He climbs and dodges most of the arrows, some of the arrows help him climb - he has two arrows in one leg. He continues to climb, dodge and manages to reach the top as a vixen, from high in a tree, watches him in wonder and amazement.
Randy Banderélli is an ugly red fox with white fur that goes down from his chest to his belly. He has short whiskers and has black on his nose and on the tips of his ears. He has a white tail tip and has silky fur, which moves about in the wind. A vixen, at a tree shroud in darkness, watches in wonder and amazement as he pulls the arrows out of his body and runs from the hungry, nocturnal wolves. The vixen follows him, in the shadows, with curiosity as well as fear.
"What should we do now," asks a wolf. "How will we reach that fox, now that he is up there?"
"Climb up you idiot," screams another with impatience as he climbs up. The others follow his lead and have their hearts set on capturing this fox.
Once in the safety of his foxhole, Randy listens to the nocturnal wolves from above, as his vision gets worse in his sleepiness. They bring possible conclusions about how he may have hid in some places and complain about how they can't smell his stench anymore.
"For tonight," said a wolf, "we'll search for a different fox to take his place for a sacrifice." They leave the premises without any idea that they were right on top of a foxhole.
He goes to sleep in his bedroom as a certain vixen goes inside his foxhole. She climbs down the ladder and makes herself right at home. When she sees him asleep in his bed, she observes the fox that caught her attention.
He is ugly, she thinks to herself, yet there is more to him than meets the eye.
She sleeps on his couch right after she picks some flowers, places them in water and comes back down. She sprawls her body out, in order to get comfortable.
As soon as the sun rises, he wakes up and is in full refreshment and his vision becomes very good in the morning, he smells something marvelous in the air and his upper body rises. To his surprise, he sees a very beautiful vixen asleep on his couch with a few roses in her paw and walks toward her to investigate.
He observes her face all the way to the splendor of her bushy tail. He goes back toward her face and asks himself, "Did I invite her in?"
When he notices the roses, he leans down to sniff them and allows the fragrance to enter his nose, but he sneezes. "I'm allergic to flowers."
She wakes up and greets him after a yawn, "Good morning."
He looks at her and his eyes sink in the beauty of those green eyes as he asks, "What is your name?"
She replies as she stands up and stares into his brown eyes, "My name is Foxy Clay and I really like you in some unexplainable reason. You may not be cute by looking at you, but I must say; now I know why all vixens in the woods want you. You go where no other fox does and that makes you beautiful."
He asks with confusion, "The vixens all want an ugly fox that has vision problems?"
She replies as she caresses his ears, "Sure, as long as it is you. I'm the luckiest vixen ever!"
After a long series of talking, food, and playful games, he warms up to her and introduces himself, "My name is Randy Banderélli."
She replies, "Such a cute name for a fox like you."
They nuzzle, kiss, blush and have a wonderful time bonding together and he, finally, falls in love with her - long after she did.
The beginning of night approaches and his vision becomes poor. He leaves to the ladder and gently nudges her aside.
She asks, "What's wrong?"
He replies as he climbs up the ladder, "I need to stop another sacrifice and I'll return. I promise that with all my heart."
He relies on his ears to locate the cemetery and is able locate it by listening carefully to screams of fear. He races into it and the alarm sounds as a high number of wolves gather their weapons.
He allows his ears to focus on the sound of the screams from the fox as a wolf sprints toward him with his sword flailing everywhere. The wolf attempts to slice him in half, but to no avail as he bends his upper torso out of the sword's reach. He equips his sword and the swords contact before he takes the wolf to the floor and knocks him out with the handle.
He uses his ears to focus on the footsteps of the others in the proximity and it is able to locate it. He runs toward the wolf that holds the other fox in bondage and his ears get ready for anything. He goes toward the wolf with his sword and, by reaction alone; the wolf turns the fox in his direction. He leaps under the fox and slides through him. He trips the wolf with his legs and leaps to his feet, but lack of vision causes him to lose focus with his ears for a few seconds.
This gives the wolf enough time to stand up and, though he attempts it, is not able to get an uppercut on Randy's jaw. He grabs the wolf's arm, twists it and throws him into the pit of sharks. He undoes the bondage on the other fox after the battle concludes and they go their separate ways.
Redgie gathers the wolves that are still alive and declares, "We shall sacrifice three foxes a night; starting tomorrow."
When Randy returns to his foxhole, Foxy greets him on arrival with a couple kisses and a warm hug; but they don't realize that a few of the nocturnal wolves are watching in a tree as they embrace.
The next morning, he wakes up with fear about losing his love to a pack of wolves. He leaps from bed, because he doesn't see her anywhere, and exit his foxhole. He sighs with relief when he sees her picking berries for their breakfast.
He approaches her and rubs her shoulders. Overall, it is a good experience for her and a wonderful one for him, because she responds well to the affection. She turns around and gives him a smooch on the cheek.
They eat breakfast and have many kisses.
Later that night, he leaves again and finds, with his ears, three screams, instead of one. The screams bring back his vision for a limited time. He climbs up a tree, grabs an arrow with a rope around, and equips a bow.
He looks at the situation and whispers to himself, "Why three?"
He fires the arrow and it, like a speeding bullet, flies and contacts a wolf in the chest. The wolf falls to the floor and no one takes notice, because screams didn't occur. He brings the rope toward him and, in doing so; the wolf goes to the edge of the railing. He equips an arrow and aims at a different tower in the trees.
He fires it like there's no tomorrow and it embeds itself into a wolf's stomach with pinpoint accuracy. Despite all the fights that did occur at the cemetery, Randy Banderélli could save only one of the three foxes - while the others are food for the sharks.
He loses it; he runs all the way home with pain knowing that he couldn't save them all, because of his vision. A few wolves watch him as he races home and their plot to bring him back tonight is only the beginning. Their target, in order for that to happen, is Foxy Clay.
He cries as he races home to meet Foxy and kisses her on the cheek before he enters his foxhole and cries on his bed. She comes down to comfort him, until he shoos her away.
She cries, "I can't believe your attitude!"
He stands up and grabs some food and his old sword, "I lost two foxes today, and I need some time to pull myself together."
He exits his foxhole and goes some place private to work out his issues. He unleashes his anger on a tree with total malice as, without him knowing, the nocturnal wolves take Foxy to the cemetery.
An hour later, Randy comes back to his foxhole and assumes the inevitable - that Foxy Clay is in the wolves' clutches - when he doesn't see her outside. His mind encourages him to take action and save her before it is too late.
That is what he did - he got ready, without tears, to save his true love with immense determination.
Randy Banderélli's new found love was taken by Redgie Den - the pack leader of the nocturnal wolves - and he sets out to his foxhole in the dense forest. He opens a large, circular chunk of grass, moss, and dirt, which reveals rich soil, earthworms and a rusty, dusty ladder.
He slides down the ladder, despite the fear of the long drop and speeds he travels in doing so, and jumps off when he reaches the fourth bar that leads to the top. He goes to a dim area of his foxhole and grabs his weaponry - a bow and arrows, an arrow with a rope attached to it, a metal bar with handles and a sword.
As he places the weapons in a separate holster and a small pack for the arrow with rope around it, he thinks about all the things he needs to do, in order to rescue his love from this dire situation. "How should I do this?"
As his thoughts swarm like bees, he swiftly climbs up the ladder and exit his foxhole. His vision is at a very low level, whenever he gets sleepy, and he relies on two key scents - hearing and smell. He sniffs the air for a vixen and finds many alluring, exotic scents to attract him in random directions.
He runs, relying on his poor vision, on a straight path, until a wily vixen blocks his path. He screeches to a halt, just in time, before he could ram into her. A mere foot away from making contact.
He backs away and takes her left side, but she moves in his way as a seductive smile appears on her face. He chooses the right side of her, but she blocks his way again.
In annoyance, he asks, "Why are you doing this to me?"
She replies, "You are ugly, yet vixens watch you with amazement and wonder, because it's what you do that throws out a need for good looks. Any vixen would give up their life, just to join you in your foxhole. The male side of our species is very furious at you, because they need to do methods that won't work to get a vixen. They are all, except for you, butt kissers."
He approaches her and gently lifts her eyes into his with his paw, "I have someone to rescue and you're delaying it! I need to rescue my love from the nocturnal wolves who could sacrifice her at any moment. Foxy Clay is the vixen I want to have a family with."
She wraps her arm around his shoulder as she caresses his ears and the soft fur on his head, "Come with me, instead of going through all that trouble. You can easily ditch your love and join me as a mate."
Her affection creates high amounts of nervousness, so his voice changes into a fountain of stutters, "Well, I, uh…I…uh…I-"
She interrupts him as she draws him near, "Randy, I'll decide for you, since you can't make a decision."
Her face approaches his and, despite his vision, he's able to sense her advancement toward his muzzle with his nose, but she's far too close to gently nudge her away. He allows her to indulge him in a wet kiss and it lasts barely five seconds, because of his refusal to interact with her. She stares at him for a few seconds before she allows him to proceed to Foxy.
He apologizes, "I'm sorry about my refusal," and sprints toward where his heart tells him to go as the vixen he leaves behind every second covers her eyes and cries.
When he catches the sound of very loud screaming, which sounds very much like cries for help, he wakes up instantly and his vision goes back to normal, but only for a limited amount of time. He climbs a tree and goes to the most stable; out of sight branch, he can locate and equips his bow and arrow.
He searches for the cemetery and is able to find movement amongst the gravestones; he also sees his vixen in a wooden cage that is held by a rope, which is above a pit of hungry sharks.
He whispers to himself as he prepares to fire and aim the arrow, "I'm doing this for Foxy."
He fires the arrow and it contacts a nocturnal wolf in the chest. When another wolf sees this, he sounds the alarm with a large bell.
Randy unzips his backpack, equips the rope around the arrow and ties the rope around a branch above him tightly. He sets the arrow into the bow, jerks it back as far as he can and aims at a tree that is close to the cemetery.
Redgie Den commands, "Quick, to your weapons and prepare to fight the fox like indignant warriors. I shall take care of the vixen."
The wolves scatter around to grab the nearest weapons like people cutting in line, or like running with panic: as Redgie equips his sword and walks toward the vixen inside the cage.
Randy shoots the arrow, it contacts the oak tree and embeds into it as he equips the metal bar and slides across the rope with it. He glides with the rope as he swoops toward three wolves with swords in their paws. He kicks them to the ground and leaps to it as he uses hurtful methods to make them sleep.
Redgie watches this in front of his eyes and, when he sees the fox land, his attention goes back to the vixen like a predator stalking his prey. He approaches her as he lifts his sword up, "Are you ready for the sacrifice Ms. Clay?"
The bottom of the cage only has a rope knot to keep it shut, one chop and it will release. Foxy has rope around her arms and a muzzle, with straps around her muzzle, in the likelihood to keep her from gripping onto the cage. Under her lies a small, rectangular pit with sharks swimming around in circles.
Randy equips his sword and sniffs for Foxy's scent. He is able to locate her fragrance; however, he also hears muffled screams and Redgie's sword flailing through the air, because his ears magnify it above normal in many ways. He turns toward the sounds and, by instinct alone, sprints toward the cage with determination to save her as Redgie chops into the rope three times, consecutively, before it breaks and releases the cage door.
He sprints pass Redgie and jumps toward her as she falls toward her doom where the sharks swim around like scavengers. Before she falls too far, he's able to grab the coil of the rope and grab the bottom of the cage door. He swings her back and forth to gain inertia and throws her onto the graveyard, just a few feet from descending to her doom. The inertia of the door causes him to lose his grip on the only thing that keeps him from death.
He falls to his doom with his paw reaching up to nothing and his mouth and brown eyes are wide open. He can't do anything about his dilemma and, to make things worse, his vision becomes poor again, because of his sleepiness.
The sharks' movements and their opening mouth give Randy's ears an edge on the situation as he moves his head close to the front and grabs three arrows. He shoots each arrow individually and is able to embed the arrows into the sharks' esophagus. The sharks scream in pain - only partial air supply is gone - and jump into the water as he dives in with them.
He swims downward a couple feet - five for exactness - and the sharks don't sense him, because their hearing has so much distortion that they are nearly deaf. He gathers up two arrows that fell from his holster, regardless if there is five arrows, and swims toward the left where Foxy is closer. He resurfaces and uses the arrows to climb up like up a ladder or a mountainside and he reacts very quickly, because the sharks leap toward him when they are able to see him.
His paws reach the top of the pit, climbs up completely and undoes the muzzle around her face. He gains speed during his run and leaps, with body extension, toward the cage and grabs onto a stable section of it. His paws grasp onto one bar, he climbs to the top and enters a running stance.
Redgie jumps back a few feet and chuckles, "Come here you gruesome son of a vixen," he chuckles as he taunts Randy with his paws, "Come on."
Randy sprints across the cage and leaps from it with his body in the shape of a fox pouncing on its prey, Redgie is able to get his paws under him before he could contact his head and the wolf throws the fox onto the ground.
He immediately leaps from the ground and sprints toward Redgie, but, as soon as he reaches him, he throws him onto the edge of the pit and walks toward him with an arrogant laugh.
The fox slams against the dirt and it hurts his belly immensely, which causes him to lose his breath. He gets his shoulders to the top with some effort and all he can see is a humungous blur. Alone, his eyesight isn't enough to locate Redgie, especially with nausea clouding it.
The wolf turns around and says, "Farewell!"
The mere sound of the grass and the footstep allows him to grab onto Redgie's leg, the area in which is closest to the bottom left paw.
He explains with a boisterous tone, "If I'm going to die, you're going with me," as his lower torso forms into a jumping stance, in the form of a half circle.
He leaps off the edge and takes Redgie down with him as the sharks wait down below. He dives in, swims toward the other end, and uses his arrows to climb back to the top of the cemetery grass - out of reach of the pit's edge. Redgie, on the other paw, struggles to stay above water as the sharks approach him with hunger in their eyes. The sharks leap onto him, rip him in half and eat him as blood stains the water.
Randy undoes the rope around Foxy with his sword without any mistakes. He offers his paw to stand her up, she takes it without any hesitation and he stands her up.
She wraps her arms around his neck and she looks into his eyes for a few seconds and finds nothing in the open for her to see. She compliments as she draws him near, "Your eyes are so hard to read, yet it makes it easier to love you, Randy. I want to become Foxy Banderélli."
He suggests with an arrogant smile, "You should try reading my ears."
She laughs before she kisses him with all her heart and he allows her in and does the same.
- The End of "Sacrifice Foxes".