The Wolves Inside

Origin

The Origin of these two characters take many twists and turns. Although, their journeys intertwine. So sit back, relax, and enjoy.
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Foxy sat in the rundown warehouse alone. Huddled in the corner for warmth in the cool summer night. The rundown warehouse was located in the ruins of a once booming city but was reduced to dust from years of lacking in repairs as well as bombings from the past. Foxy was about 15. He fit snugly in his blanket against the cold metal wall. His long brown, hinted with a dash of red hair covered most of his forehead. He had grown up by himself. No sure where he was from. He had grown to know no parents. To him, this seemed natural. He had fended for his life for 15 years from others who dare tried to attack him or fight him for small items he held. The only possession Foxy owned was a small blade. It was about the size of his torso which allowed him to make strong but swift movements in the air. Foxy made it his duty to watch out for people like him. The people that had nothing to their name. Soon Day finally broke. A ray a sun filled Foxy's eye as he squinted. He dropped his blanket and grabbed his sword and headed into town. The warehouse was luckily placed on the outer edge of the town. He neared the large wall which was no longer functioning and scaled it. After climbing, he stood atop to admire the view he looked forward to each day. The sun gleamed perfectly across the town as though the sun was following him. He climbed down into the town and saw other townsfolk. The townsfolk here varied in species. Some mutant, human, monster, or demon. In this rundown town only one thing mattered. Survival. By 15, Foxy has mastered his usual route. Left from the gate to head right to market to see if they had any weapon upgrades followed by him grabbing a gallon of water and a small portion of food. How does he pay for it you ask? The Rumbledome. An annual test of might between members of the city trying to get by. What Foxy had really been saving up for was a television. He walked by it almost everyday for the past three months. The Rumbledome was two days away and he was hopeful for the victory. Almost too hopeful. He blushed a tad at the fact that he was daydreaming about it.
"Me? Win that? Oh please," he chuckled a bit.
While caught up in the dream he hadn't noticed the big demon standing next to him at the venue beside him and walked right into him.
"I'm sorry sir-," Foxy stammered.
"You picked the wrong day Fox," the big demon growled.
He gritted his teeth. He grabbed Foxy by one hand and man handled him.
"Look fellas. Seems we may have scored a nice snack before Rumbledome practice," The Demon shouted to his pack.
Demons feed on souls for energy, the stronger the demon, the more souls he's eaten. Other demons grew from strength just by killing. The pack crowed around Foxy.
Foxy froze up. All he could feel was the sun shining on his back as he was held up. He was wearing his bomber jacket with a fox on the back and had a white scruffy pirate like shirt on under. The demon tossed Foxy to the dirt as they circled him. Everyone had backed away to avoid being next. Foxy grew a small smirk on his face.
"Odds against me? Just how I like them.. I don't take kindly to jerks like you who abuse their powers. You're lucky you even have any," Foxy stated.
This demon laughed.
"You don't even have powers?! That's hilarious!" The demon chuckled.
"Let's just make this quick then." The demon snarled.
Foxy slid right past the demon's hand as he went to crush him. Foxy went around to his backside and jumped high onto his back. The other demons spat fire at him. He suffered a few Sears but not before he had jumped off the demon's back and the remaining spits landed right where he had been. The demon let out a roar and stared Foxy down.
"BACK OUT BOYS. THIS ONE IS MINE." The Demon cried.
Foxy drew his blade from his bomber jacket. The demon charged and Foxy sidestepped him like a bull fighter dodging a bull. While admiring his imaginary crowd, Foxy bowed. Once again the Demon charged and Foxy dodged him. Soon there was a larger circle forming around them of other residents of the town coming to watch a fight. Foxy this time, bowed and absorbed the thunderous applause. This time Foxy didn't hear the demon get up and was instantly trampled. Gasps were let out as the demon stood on top of him with his hand to Foxy's throat. Foxy gagged and gasped for air. But soon he felt a boost of adrenaline. He threw his sword in the air. It distracted the demon enough that Foxy slid his legs under the hand and pushed it up and rolled away from it. The demon swatted the sword away and it chuckled. He continued to stomp and break the sword right in front of Foxy. Foxy grew angry. The only thing left to his name was being destroyed. Soon the light from the sun seemed to grow brighter as Foxy's eyes glowed a brilliant yellow and a large cylinder blast of light was herald at the demon. The Demon became a pile of dust and Foxy fell to the ground. As he began to pass out he saw faded shadows move towards him and soon he saw a blinding flash and then... everything went black.
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Foxy awoke in a bed. Far nicer than his cold warehouse.
"What the hell happened? Where the hell am I?" Foxy questioned.
An older man walked into the room.
Foxy grabbed for his sword but it was no where to be found.
"Relax. I'm not here to hurt you. Who do you think patched you up?" He said.
Foxy looked down at his bare chest. His body looked like he hadn't been touched in that fight. He looked back at the old man.
"Thank you." Foxy spoke
The old man nodded.
"It was my pleasure. You have a lot of work ahead of yourself kid." He smirked.
"I do?" Foxy asked.
"More than you know." The man said.
Foxy then realized the man was blind.
"Don't mind me asking but uh. How did you heal me? You're kinda blind..." Foxy stammered.
"Seriously?" The man laughed.
"Did you see what you did to that demon? It was that same power that I healed you with."
Foxy sat in confusion. He just remembered blacking out.
"A light beam learned already and so young... guess I see why he becomes so-." The old man caught himself.
"Listen up. You're gonna sign up and Win that Rumbledome." The old man stated.
Foxy laughed.
"Yeah and get myself killed. I'm just hoping for that constellation prize. I'm just trying to live."
"Then I'm going to train you..."