Disclaimer: All Images go to their respective owners or Are custom made by Me and a Dear friend. Also, Check out WRATH OF THE FALLEN by REVENENT_B328 BEFORE Reading Shadows of Retribution. This book takes place in the same universe.
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2012...That's when this all started. The Anthro's moved to the U.A.K and started to militarize. The Humans didn't stop it...They had every chance to avoid this unnecessary, bloody, conflict that will result in one or the other going extinct. Some Anthro's didn't want to fight or couldn't fight, They were forced to survive. Camps strewn across the lands of the once beautiful landscapes of the world, Now, War-torn and ruins. Darkseid, A Black furred wolf, Is at a camp in the ruins of Atlanta, Georgia, USA. The sound of distant gunfire and explosions fill the would be silence.
Darkseid lies in his cot, Listening to the gunfire in the distance, His ears twitching at the sounds of the occasional explosion. He sighs, "Goddamnit...Haven't they done enough?" He thinks to himself, Wanting the war to stop.
He sits up and Looks around the tent, seeing a few other Anthro's napping on cots, Cleaning guns, and Playing games with each other. Darkseid stands up and walks outside to get a breath of fresh air.
An F-16 Fighter Jet flies overhead, It drops a Guided Bomb over the battlefield and pulls off, Reminding Darkseid of the imminent danger of being bombed, but...Part of him feels guilty for the souls lost from the bomb as the shockwave sends dust up.
Darkseid: "Poor bastards." He says with a slight sigh. "I have to find a way out. The longer we stay here, The higher chance of us getting bombed gets." Darkseid thinks to himself as he turns around, Walking back to the tent and Sitting on his cot, Trying to think of way to get out of this camp, The gunfire stops for a moment...It's almost peaceful in that moment, Darkseid's ear twitches from the silence. The gunfire resumes as a loud 'Brrt' sound is heard ripping through the air.
Darkseid sighs, Darkseid: "Best thing to do is just rest...I don't think we can stay here." He says to himself, Lying back down, His Multicam cargo pants are dirty and showing signs of wear and tear from the years of the war raging on. 12 years since the start of this unnecessary bloodshed. He closes his eyes, resting on the slightly uncomfortable cot as the sun sets over the horizon.
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WRATH OF THE FALLEN: Shadows of Retribution
FantasyAn opposing view of "WRATH OF THE FALLEN" by REVENENT_B328. This is (mostly) from an Anthro's Point of view.
