The Darkened Past

Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last one.


Summery: A recount of how Tail’s met Sonic but with many darker themes, for surviving in a world that hates you it is only the beginning for a lot of darker intentions… This will be a darker than normal fic Pairings later, Warnings on each chapter

Disclaimer: Don’t own Sonic or any of the characters only the plot I have delved into


The darkened past
Chapter 2: Anger
Is Difference bad if you are feared?

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Snarling he bared his fangs as he slowly stepped backwards, small rocks became displaced and fell down the cliff side. His ears were laid right back, as his tails furiously thrashed back and forth.


Clawed paws were raised in front of him, in a warning to the ones in front of him that he would attack if approached. The fox that had been very cautious like the others soon got bold enough to move forward and attack the Kitsune.


Tail’s growled audibly as he swiped at the fox, making the male swear as he dodged the others sharpened claws. Confident by the fox’s action, the baboon and tiger also went to attack, hoping to either kill or knock the young Kit off the cliff.


Eyes widening at the sudden movement Tail’s had no chance to move out the way and was knocked off the cliff, blood trailing from a gash in his side and stomach. Gasping mouth open wide Tail’s was rigid with pain and shock at the situation his fellow peers had placed him in.


Then shaking his head he through himself forward in the air to turn face down towards the distant but quickly appearing forest floor. Letting his eyes slide shut he let his instinct take over, all his fear and fury faded away from his mind leaving him in a calm state of mind.


Then with a jerk he rose out of the serene peace he had found, Opening his eyes once more he felt them tear up from the pain where his tails grew from his backbone.


Looking backwards his mouth dropped as his eyes opened wide in astonishment, his tails, which he had though to be just a part of him, were spinning so fast that they were physixcally keeping him in the air.


Blinking in bewilderment he shut his jaw with a snap as the pain became more pronounced and tiredness began to take over him as he stayed longer in the air. Also as he looked around, he could see he was slowly descending towards the distant ground.


Beginning to pant with the effort he tried to tip his body towards a ledge on the cliff he was coming to and was delighted to find he could direct his movements with how he tilted his legs and stomach. Grinning eyes alight with joy, he soon cam to a rest on the ledge and sat down with a thump.


Licking his lips he grimaced as he rubbed the base of his tails, the skin having tore and bled when hold his entire weight. Yawning he then took off the scrap top he had been wearing and ripped it up to use as bandages until he got back to his den and could patch up the wounds.


Then pain, roaring in agony Tail’s reached back and touched the hilt of a dagger that had imbedded in his fur near the middle of his back. Snarling as tears fell unnoticed, he slowly pulled the poison tipped dagger out, blood running down his back and collecting on the floor at his feet.


Finally having the dagger out from his back, he turned his head to regard the three figures that he had forgotten, the wolf especially as he had another dagger that looked alike to the one in Tail’s hand.


Growling Tail’s took aim his eyesight beginning to weaver and flung the dagger at the wolf. His aim was true and hit the wolf right in the heart, red filmed his gaze the weakness that should have been running rampant through his body missing for the moment.


The cries of the two up the cliff was music to his ears, knowing he had taken down one of his tormenters, never would the wolf come to kill him again. Sneering in distant his earlier enjoyment forgotten, he jumped off the ledge and skidded down the rest of the way to the forest floor.


Landing in a crouch, he stumbled his eyesight even more fuzzy than the first time, snarling as he shook his head he ran into the undergrowth his body automatically knowing where to go to get to his territory.


Leaping through the branches of the trees he soon came to a clearing with many plants, jumping down he made his way to the lake side and went into the water. With a bleary gaze he searched for one specific plant that cured all poisons if eaten in its raw form.


Moving through the water he slipped on a rock and went down with a yelp! flailing in the water for a couple of minutes he soon enough sat upright in the clear waters the plant he needed within his hand. Wheezing for air after the water he had taken down he trudged out of the lake to the side and sat down on the mossy ground wincing as his tails protested the movement.


Lifting the plant in his now shaking paws, he took it into make sure it was the right one. There were four petals on the plant and two leaves shaped in a club (think of the clubs of a pack of cards), the petals were pink and faded to the outside in a deep golden yellow.


Grimacing again his blue eyes he popped the plant into his mouth and screwed up his muzzle at the horrid taste of the thing. Chewing to make sure the effects would take place, he swallowed the whole lot shivers going down his spine as the taste seem to get worse when the plant was not in his mouth any longer.


Mouth open he let his tongue hand out the side of his mouth, eyes screwed up as he furiously rubbed with the back of his hand. Then yawning he let himself lie backwards. His eyes slowly closing as exhaustion set in, he let himself relax, feeling safe in this area as no-one from the town would come this far into the forest.


Shifting to his side he curled up and drifted off the wind blowing his fur softly almost like a caress of a mother.


Soon…

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End Chapter 2