Ashton white : prince of wolf furries

prince of wolves

Drip drip drip
The rain hit the tarp roof of the wolf camp. They had just begun their war with the foxes who had killed the General of the wolf army. Ashton was angry that them, he was in love with the general, but now he is dead.

The general was walking home from training when the foxes ambushed him, they forced him to eat beans until he popped like a massive pimple.
Ash hated the foxes, he hated all of them, except for the Duke of all the foxes. The Duke of foxes was so cool and so much better then all the other foxes.

The sound of cannon fire rung in air.
"THE FOXES ARE COMING" yelled a wolf soldier as he got diced into little bits by a foxes sword.

Ash got up with his sword and saw the Duke of foxes, his arctic white luxurious, splendid, beautifully silky, delectable, perfectly conditioned hair blew in the wind. He was so hot.

"Ashton white, prince of wolves" yelled the Duke, "this war is so bad maybe we should.. you know, leave?"
"Yes of course cutie" said Ashton, as the two royals skipped to the river. They played in it for hours, getting their fursuits soaked as they splashed eachother with the brown River water.

The sun was setting. The Duke and prince looked at the stars in the sky.
"They're so beautiful" said the prince, "just like you."
The Duke blushed, but no one could see it because he was wearing a fursuit.

Cannons could he heard in the background... why can't these two be together, too bad the war had to keep them apart...