Generation Fur

Chapter 10

I was lead through the hallways, turning multiple times, until finally we entered some sort of training area. It was a large circular area that many Furs were sparring in, along with Scales, and a few humans here and there. Some were fighting with their own species, but most were fighting with another that wasn't of their species. A female Purple and White Wolf Fur was sparring against a man, and when the Fur caught my eyes, she seemed to be distracted long enough for the man to grab her arm and flip her over him and onto her back before laughing and helping her back up, her eyes seemed to never leave mine, and I caught myself also staring at her.

I tore my gaze away and looked at the other sparring rings going on: A female Cougar Fur sparring against a Female Arctic Fox Fur, a human woman sparring against a sort of lizard Scale that looked like a wing-less dragon. There were similar species sparring as well, Fur, Human, Scale, male, female. It all seemed like it was just a giant thrown together squad of species that decided to put aside their differences to fight each other in here.

We were just about to go through the next door when the same Purple and White Fur came up to us, running. I raised my eyebrow as she stopped looking at me for a second longer than probably needed before turning her attention to the General and Maria.

"Sir, I saw you walking around with, uh, who is the new guy?" she asked suddenly cutting herself off. I motioned for something to write with and the General looked around for a second before digging through his pockets.

Marie scoffed amused and brought out a notepad and pen before giving them to me. I internally growled, rolling my eyes due to the humiliation of not being able to tell my name aloud before taking the time and writing down my name.

"Umbra, huh?" the Purple and White Wolf Fur said with a lit of interest in her voice, like she was trying to commit the name to memory. "Are you not speaking because you're shy? Or because you literally can't?"

I wrote down that I was wrongly mute and she asked why and I had no reason to hide the truth: my throat was damaged by a bunch of assholes and didn't heal enough to save my voice. She "oh'd" and apologized saying she didn't mean offense and asking me to forgive her if I was offended. I just dismissed her with a wave of my claws motioning for us to move on.

"Well my name's Luna" she said awkwardly and I looked at her slightly interested now. That was a fitting name, and she was a very pretty Wolf, "I take it you're new here?" Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I was suddenly glad for the new fur because my face would be a deep red right now. I nodded and she smiled asking if she could show me around. The General was a little shocked at first but he stepped aside to let her through. She thanked him and then came to stand in front of me as the General and Marie left.

The two of us stared at each other for a bit longer than we probably should've. Then she suddenly took my hand in hers and shot ahead to the next room. It was a shooting range, she explained that the guns were kept in the armory over on the north side of the range. She also showed me what the small boxes in rows along the walls were for and that they were actually elevators.

She showed me that once a single person or a team stepped inside with their choice of weaponry all the person had to do next was scan their ID card and choose a level. There was an set of buttons that would take you down or up to whatever environment you wanted to go to for field practice. There were four levels, Arctic, Desert, Modern City, and Moving targets with an environment that changed every so often.

I realized that we were sill holding hands, but either she didn't seem to notice or she didn't seem to mind as she lead me from room to room. Eventually we got to the quarters area, where she stopped at a Black line along the walls, floor, and ceiling of opposite ends to a large area split into two sections. The left being the rest area with couches and comfy looking chairs, and the other side filled with tables and games of all kinds.