just a little poem i did for Baxley

Story by Fox thief on SoFurry

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just something that came to mind while brainstorming for a different story


I come and go as I please

I am a shadow

I don't just steal cheese

I'm well hidden in darkness

I'm well trained with a dagger

But the sword is longer

At long range I kill with an arrow

It goes through the bone marrow

I wear different cloaks

To hide my black and white coat

My fur is midnight

But I'm out in daylight

My name is...

Baxley

Pt. 2

You now know my name

Are you ready for my game?

I doubt it

Because I will stick a dagger in it

My life was filled with running

I killed the leopard king

My friend is a winged- panther

I'm a black fox

Don't we make a great pair

We always manage to get out of danger

We have almost the same story

Mines just a bit more bloody

We both have family

We both live by thievery

We have fought each other

He has beat me twice

It wasn't an actual battle, but it still hurt a little

Now go on, have a drink

If it helps you think

Because not everything is fine

Like fresh wine

But don't take mine

Or you'll regret it

Cause if you do

There will be an arrow in you

So those of you mercs trying to catch up

Here's a little tip I'll throw up

You couldn't catch Onyx the winged panther

So why try me, when you'll only end up

Feeling your life ebb away from the sting of my dagger.

Baxley 5

Baxley sat in a tree near his new three- story house. He had a nonlethal arrow notched and wore a dark green cloak which concealed him very well in the trees. Baxley scanned the forest floor for any sign of his older brother's dark orange fur. He...

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Baxley 4: A king is killed and a new beginning starts.

Baxley sat in living room of his two-story house he recently rented and furnished. He was sitting at his dinner table, sparkling champagne in paw, and looked over his supply of weapons. "Sword, daggers, bow and arrows, and medic pack", he said out...

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Baxley 3: new found powers and abilities

As Baxley drove on the dusty road, listening to the radio, a helicopter flew over his truck. Baxley paid no attention to it, thinking it was just taking supplies to the French. He smiled and took a drink of water. A convoy of military trucks, jeeps,...

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