Well, it’s been a while since I posted a new chapter of Primal Strife, due to a combination of over-brainstorming, being distracted by other stuff, and just wanting to leave readers in suspense after last chapter ended with essentially a motha fuckin’ T-Rex. So, here’s an early preview of Chapter 13! And as always, remember this story is rated M, except on AdultFanFiction, where the uncensored version is posted.
…So, suffice to say, we were not having a good last day of our trip to the Viridian River. Looking to my sides, taking a quick survey of my team, I could tell we were not looking good. Garrison’s arm was a bloody mess, Jacob’s wing was torn, Katrina was a little cut up, and Percy was trying his best to see to all three of them. Meanwhile, the rest of us were all a bit shaken up and low on ammo, and now we were facing off against a Reptile Hairless, one of the absolute last things you EVER want to find yourself up against. This was going to suck, BADLY.
“Stay clear of her bones and claws,” I advised as calmly as I could while I readied my rifle, Cory reloaded his revolver, and Claire tightened her gloves. “They can stab and shred you apart before you have a chance to realize what happened.”
The massive Hairless let out one earth-shaking roar before lunging at us, her teeth ready to chomp down on us. Before she could, though, Claire leaped up and punched it hard in the snout, while Cory and I rolled to opposite sides and opened fire on her eyes. For the brief moment that this left her stunned, Tracy quickly let loose a spray right into the Hairless’ open mouth, probably hoping to make her back off…It didn’t work out so well.
I barely managed to even see it when it happened. All I know is that, following this initial attack, the Hairless swung her giant, spiky tail around. I just barely managed to duck and roll under it as it threatened to slam and skewer me. Tracy, however, wasn’t so lucky. While she managed to avoid the spikes, the tree trunk-like flat of her tail managed to plough into her side, sending her tumbling end over end across the ground.
“TRACY!” Jacob screamed, immediately forgetting the state of his wing and hurling shuriken after shuriken at the Hairless. Meanwhile, Claire, having held onto the giant’s nostrils, was now on top of her head, throwing relentless fists into her face, giving Cory a chance to grab Tracy and pull her out of the Hairless’ immediate vicinity.
“Claire, get down!” I yelled, taking shots at the Hairless’ underbelly.
“Don’t have much CHOICE!” Claire screamed as she was suddenly thrown off the Reptile’s head, flailing in the air. Jacob managed to leap up and catch her before she hit the ground, but his wing gave out almost immediately, causing him to crash into the side of the Nova. The Hairless opened her jaws wide and charged at them, clearly about to chow down on them, until an orange and black blur rocketed across the side of her face, actually managing to leave a sizable slash mark across her cheek.
“Kat!” I shouted as the tiger rolled and landed nearby. “You sure you’re alright?!”
“I’ve been worse!” Katrina replied as the Hairless instead turned her attention on us.
Looking just behind the giant Reptile’s foot, though, I spotted Garrison using his teeth to ready an explosive arrow on his crossbow. Realizing his plan, I began unloading every round I had into the Hairless’ skull, keeping her attention on me. Katrina soon figured it out, too, scooping up Tracy’s fallen pistol and shooting at the Hairless’ eyes. Before the Hairless could chomp down on us for the constant aggravation, though, Garrison managed to fire the arrow directly into her hide and quite literally blew her ass clean off. Kat and I got out of the way as the Hairless tumbled forward, her back end and tail a gruesome mess.
“…Holy shit,” Cory muttered as we regrouped. “Seriously, you need to start making more of those arrows.”
“That’d be great…” Garrison moaned, lowering his arm as Jacob and Claire slowly scaled down the RV, “…if I weren’t out of materials. That was my last one.”
“Tracy?” Jacob inquired to Percy, who was looking over the fallen skunk.
“She’s definitely got at least ONE cracked rib, possibly more,” Percy replied as Tracy gasped in pain before looking to Jacob’s wing. “…I think you aggravated it.”
Jacob glanced down at his wing, now dripping in blood. “You don’t say?”
“Head’s up, guys!” Claire yelled, pointing to the stirring Hairless. “She’s not done yet!”
Sure enough, just a couple seconds later, the now bloodied and VERY angry looking Reptile Hairless was back to her feet, glaring holes through us. Opening the pouch on my belt with bullets, my heart sank as I found only one left. Looking to the others, it was clear they were all either out of ammo or close to it. Garrison scoffed, using his teeth to free his crossbow from his wrist.
“You’ve only got one good arm!” Percy insisted.
Garrison nodded, eyes on the Hairless as he prepared the claws on his left hand. “That’s one more than she’s going to have when I’m done.”
So, since I’m about five chapters into my new story, Primal Strife, I thought I’d go ahead and give quick looks at the cast. So, let’s do just that. Here are the nine main characters introduced so far in Primal Strife.
Dominic ‘Dom’ Lupus
Age: 29 (expected age limit: 85)
Bio: Dominic is the leader of Saint Whitewood’s Second Operational Tactics Team, ‘Whitewood’s Claw’. He’s a strong and confident leader who will do whatever it takes to see his team to victory and have everyone come out of each mission alive. While he hates the idea of killing innocents that have become infected and transformed into Hairless, he will not hesitate to do so if it means the survival of his team and any others that find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, he’s also haunted by a traumatic event from his teen years that he mostly keeps to himself, leaving him with a vulnerable and troubled side. His closest friend on the team is Claire, who has been his best friend since before the outbreak, and he also finds himself attracted to Cory, the newest member of the team.
Weapons/Tactics: Dom tends to enter combat with his sniper rifle, which fires 8.6×70mm rounds. In real life, this weapon is the Remington MSR bolt-action sniper rifle. He’s actually a remarkable and patient shot, able to find cover and wait situations out to score multiple kills with as few rounds as possible. In case of emergencies that require a quick escape, though, he also carries a few smoke bombs on him. And while he tends to keep fights long-range, he does have the sharp claws and fangs of the Canines at his disposal.
Perseus ‘Percy’ Pine
Age: 30 (expected age limit: 90)
Fur: Green (normally brown)
Bio: Having originally trained to be a doctor, Percy instead found himself becoming a field medic and soldier for Whitewood’s Claw during the Primal Strife. While he is perfectly capable in combat, he prefers to use his skills as a physician with some additional talent in acupressure to help his team. Before Cory joined the team, he was considered the rookie, despite being on the team for nearly a year, much to his annoyance. He also harbours a deep resentment for Garrison, but is good friends with his sister Katrina, as well as Jacob, with whom he shares a friendly rivalry.
Weapons/Tactics: Despite preferring to heal the wounded, Percy is perfectly capable of holding his own in combat. Using his own spines like darts, along with his knowledge of pressure points, he’s capable of inflicting stinging and stunning wounds to targets. He also likes dyeing his fur a dark green to give himself camouflage in forests. He also helped create special gloves for the team that provide only small slits for their claws, thus minimizing the risk of infection when using them at short-range against Hairless. Combined with a lotion Tracy concocted for said claws to kill off foreign agents, and this allows them better close-quarters combat with the infected.
Age: 23 (expected age limit: 65)
Bio: An old friend of Dominic’s from before the outbreak began, Claire somehow managed to make it with him all the way to Saint Whitewood and become part of his eventual team. The two share a flirtatious and teasing relationship, and though they’ve both made it clear that there does exist an attraction between them, they seem to value their bond as friends above all else. While Dom is her leader, though, Claire can at times be a bit rebellious, acting outside of her orders if she feels it would better an operation. She behaves similarly with her brother, Gang, who despite being her twin, still tries (and fails) to take the older sibling stance with her due to being born 89 seconds before her. Lastly, Claire has no problem whatsoever in using her feminine wiles to get jobs done, and while she’s on suppressants that keep her usual rabbit needs to mate frequently to a minimum, she’s all too happy using that stereotype about her race to fool others into letting their guard down.
Weapons/Tactics: Even though she has a somewhat lithe appearance, Claire’s best weapon is her own body. Like many Lapines, her connection to the very essence of life itself has granted her the ability to use qi. Through qi, she’s able to enhance her own physical prowess, able to punch and kick harder and faster than her body would usually be able to, and endure blows a bit better than a figure her size. Combined with her knowledge of pressure points and her skill in hand-to-hand combat, and she’s a very talented fighter that would catch the unaware completely off-guard.
Age: 25 (expected age limit: 65)
Bio: A relative of one of the members of the Primereth World Council, Tracy grew up surrounded by those who were envious and enamoured by her political influence and good looks. However, when the outbreak occurred, she eventually found herself wanting to help others in a more direct manner, eventually joining Whitewood’s Claw. Despite this, though, she has a clear love of life, and can’t bring herself to kill anyone, even a Hairless. As such, she instead works as the team’s chemist, as she found that she had a natural knack for it. Through this, she developed a lotion that, when coated to someone’s claws, made it near-impossible for foreign agents to enter their bodies. Between these and the gloves Percy designed, the team are able to use their claws on the Hairless without getting infected. She usually provides support in missions to Jacob, her closest friend on the team, and Dom, who makes it a habit to keep her out of most of the more violent action.
Weapons/Tactics: Although she grapples with an inability to take a life, Tracy is nonetheless an excellent shot. She usually carries a semi-automatic pistol with 11.43×23mm rounds. In real life, this is the M1911 pistol. She’s also capable of coupling together explosives for blowing holes in walls. Lastly, while other Mephits find it to be an aphrodisiac, Tracy can release an odor that will stun and stagger just about anything else to the point of being unable to function otherwise much.
Age: 23 (expected age limit: 75)
Fur: Yellow/white with black spots
Bio: Growing up idolizing the machinations of the Simians, Garrison grew to become quite the inventor himself. However, following the outbreak, and having to watch his family be torn apart by Hairless, he instead grew to deeply resent his idols, feeling personally betrayed and failed by them. Despite his adoption into a new family that did their best for him, including his new sister, Katrina, Garrison took on a bitter, resentful, insulting, and untrusting nature toward the world. As such, many of his team-mates feel a sense of disdain toward him. Regardless, he will do whatever is necessary for the sake of seeing a mission to success, and would lay his life down to protect Katrina, though his bond with her may go a bit too far…
Weapons/Tactics: For the most part, Garrison prefers to use his own claws as weapons in combat, able to use his incredible speed as a cheetah to strike hard and fast at anything deemed a target. However, for longer ranged combat, he used his inventiveness to cobble together a wrist-mounted crossbow. He even created explosive arrows, though he’s still working on perfecting them, along with a few other gadgets and weapons he’s been working on.
Age: 33 (expected age limit: 100)
Bio: When the outbreak occurred, many of the Avians left the land-dwelling races of Primereth to find higher ground, where the Hairless couldn’t follow. However, Jacob, one of the many who lost their families in the violent chaos, opted to remain behind with his friends and allies to help them however he could. As such, he is the last Avian left in his part of the world. Despite this, he keeps up a good morale, oftentimes joking around with Percy, or maintaining a strong friendship with Tracy. He operates mostly as the team’s eye in the sky, able to see across vast distances and relay what he sees to his allies on the ground. He may just be the most loyal member of Whitewood’s Claw.
Weapons/Tactics: Preferring to stick to the air wherever possible, Jacob has a distinct advantage against most anything he finds himself in conflict with. He’s also able to use his wings to create small but strong gusts, and can use his dark appearance to move stealthily through the darkness. In case of emergencies, though, he does carry a number of small shurikens for slashing and throwing at enemies. Lastly, he’s capable of releasing a high-pitched screech that will temporarily deafen anyone who hears it.
Katrina ‘Kat’ Tora
Age: 22 (expected age limit: 100)
Fur: Orange/white with black stripes
Bio: Relatively young, especially for her species, Katrina is nonetheless a clever survivor. Like her adoptive brother, Garrison, she’s good with tools. However, she prefers using such skills in tandem with her other passion: Land vehicles. She enjoys tinkering and tricking out cars, making them into monsters on wheels. Her most prized possession is the Nova, an RV that she upgraded to run faster and smoother, and it even possesses a turret gun on the roof. Kat’s inventiveness is likely what gives her common ground with her new brother, as she’s otherwise his opposite in many ways: Respectful, empathetic, and friendly. Still, she does love her brother, even if he can overstep his boundaries at times…
Weapons/Tactics: Generally speaking, Katrina is a creative and resourceful fighter, quick to use anything as a weapon and able to adapt on the fly. For the most part, though, she uses her claws in combat, which rank as the sharpest of her team. Anyone who dares threaten her team-mates will learn that, as kind as she is, she can hack and slash her way through just about anything, even able to leave claw marks in solid steel and stone.
Age: 23 (expected age limit: 65)
Bio: Even though he’s Claire’s twin brother, Gang is technically older by 89 seconds. As such, he tends to take an older brother approach with her, much to her irritation. He doesn’t MEAN to make a problem for her, though, instead simply doing his best to watch out for her and her friends. This resulted in him joining Whitewood’s Claw. Together with Claire, the two formed a powerful duo that could stand up to any foe, no matter how strong or numerous. He is a bold, brave, and respectful individual, willing to do whatever is required of him at any given time to assist his team. Unfortunately, he eventually found himself traded to First Squad for Cory, which led to his being separated from Claire, who would have to carry on without him for a time.
Weapons/Tactics: Like Claire, his lackluster stature hides the form and heart of a battle-hardened warrior. However, his discipline and oneness with life makes him even stronger than her. His mastery of qi allows him to push himself to perform incredible feats of strength and skill in combat. A single flying kick to the face of an opponent who earlier shrugged off sniper rounds from Dom’s rifle was able to send said opponent sailing through a wall. This must mean that, utilizing the maximum amount of qi output as he can, he is able to throw a kick with more force than a .338 Lapua Magnum cartridge being shot from a Remington MSR at close range. For all of this and more, Gang may be the single most impressive qi user in all of Primereth.
Age: 21 (expected age limit: 60)
Fur: Light brown/white
Bio: Despite being a bit young and shy and only fifteen days out of training, Cory is nonetheless a quick study, a competent soldier, and a legitimate asset to his new team, Whitewood’s Claw. Even though he’d just recently been made a member when he was traded from First Squad for Gang, Cory is quick to prove himself as the team’s new weapons and equipment manager. He’s a bit of a hoarder when it comes to weapon parts, which works out well for his talents, able to go to work right away in fixing up the team’s weapons and equipment after a mission. However, his shyness does lead to him looking a bit weak at times, and he’s very clearly intimidated and smitten with his new leader, Dominic. Still, he has a strong heart, and will no doubt prove himself in the days to come.
Weapons/Tactics: A firearms expert, Cory is generally decent with anything. However, he prefers his revolver, which has an 8 inch barrel and shoots 10.9×33mm rounds. Its real life equivalent is the Colt Anaconda (8 inch barrel variation). He’s also an excellent shot with it. His only real weakness is that he’s not very strong in a hand-to-hand fight, easily outclassed by most. As such, he’ll oftentimes try to avoid such fights, keeping as much distance between his opponents as possible.
And that’s all for the main cast. Lemme know what you think in the comments below, and be sure to check out the story itself in the links provided. Ja né!
FictionPress (M rated version): https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3270432/1/Primal-Strife
AdultFanfiction (Uncensored version): http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600107990
Okay, I posted this on Facebook and Twitter, but there’s actually more room to go into detail about it here, so I’m gonna ask that you guys give me some input and your own thoughts as to whether an idea I have for a story sounds solid or not. It’s one that’s been bouncing around in my head for the past year, but for various reasons, including my lackluster history with my own created characters and stories outside of fanfiction, I’ve kinda been arguing back and forth with myself if it sounds good or stupid and if I should bother trying to do anything with it. So far, anyone I’ve asked about it has given positive responses, but I’d just like to ask more people about it.
Here’s what I’ve got so far: The world is populated by anthropomorphic creatures (think Sonic/Star Fox/Bucky O’Hare/etc.). It’s made up of various nations that range from predominantly one race of said anthropomorphics to being a melting pot of various creatures. With that said, there’s a bit of a class system in place nonetheless, with the Simians being considered among the more intelligent in that they were able to create more advanced technology. But all of that changed when they tried to create a cure for a disease outbreak…and ended up making it worse, creating large, bulky monstrosities with less (or in some cases zero) fur, lacking basic intelligence, and basically becoming the equivalent of zombies on steroids. The working term I have for them now is the Hairless…because, as you know, I’m a big Kingdom Hearts fan. lol
What’s worse is that this condition could be spread via exchange of bodily fluids. In other words, getting bitten by one and having their saliva enter your bloodstream, or perhaps getting their blood into an open wound, and you will become one. So now the world has become a bit overrun by these monsters, and the people left are having to rework their cities a bit to keep them out as best as they could. Unfortunately, they’re still having to send parties out for recon, the collection of resources, and other reasons, meaning they’d have to be armed and trained to deal with these creatures if necessary. Meanwhile, most of the major governments have lost their leaders, and those trying to pick up the slack have their own varying ideas on what to do with the current situation, ranging from “Let’s dedicate as much of our efforts to slaying the Hairless” to “We should hold defenses and keep them out to eventually starve themselves” to “Let’s put all the blame on the Simians and let them clean up their own mess”. Needless to say, there’s a massive political mess at the moment.
So, yeah, it’s basically Sonic the Hedgehog meets The Last Of Us meets Attack On Titan, with even a little Game of Thrones-esque politics thrown in for flavour. Let me know what you think of this idea in the comments section below, if it sounds like a solid idea for story, as well as anything you personally would add/subtract to what I’ve got so far. Ja né!