>WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS FURRIES, YAOI, AND QUESTIONABLE LANGUAGE.

Chapter 1 -

   The moon shone brightly in the crisp, night sky. The village of Naple sat quietly in the dark. Windows flickered with light from the inside fire place as mothers put their children to bed. Vines reached high across every old building, and the dirt streets relaxed from the hustle and bustle of the daily markets.
   Deep underground, where only ancestors of those who made it visited, was a secret society where assassins met to get word from their King on who their next victim might be. They were the highest of all the other assassin societies, known as the King's Revenge. One assassin in particular, though, wasn't as "top-notch" as those would have expected. Being the descendant of the King himself, he rarely had any real assassin duties other than stealing meat, coins, or  spying the imposing kingdom.

  "We should just kick him out!" A tall fox declared within the kingdom of Naple.
  "You know we can't do that..! He's the King's great grandson!" Another replied.

  These kind of conversations were normal for the young assassin to hear, though it still hurt every time he heard them.
  "Err..hey guys..!" A young, eighteen year old black wolf walked in, pretending to not have heard anything.
  "Speak of the devil.." One fox chuckled quietly to the other.

  Tommy, the black wolf, sat awkwardly in his chair in the large dinning room with his other fellow assassins. His blue eyes darted from one to the other, uncomfortably. Fumbling with his thumbs to pass time, the King walked in. Sitting down in his usual mass of pelts, he took a large, wine filled goblet and looked onto his audience. "The King's Revenge! Tonight we celebrate 50 years of peace, thanks to you!"
  Everyone cheered and clanged goblets. Filled up their plates and drank till full. Tommy wasn't too much of a drinker, he'd rather have juice, so he stuck with water. 7 out of nearly 100 assassins congratulated him on his work of spying and stealing from the other kingdoms. It made him feel better though, what ever little attention he got, it made him feel important.

  Before everyone left to their cabins in the woods, the King gave out commands to each section of assassins. Tommy's section being the thieves, or, assassins in training. He had to go collect coins the next day. He planned on getting up way earlier than the others, to prove himself worthy of the job.
  The black wolf left the kingdom and took his regular dirt path home, where he lived alone, like a lot of assassins did. He didn't mind it much though. Doing this job made him feel important and there was nothing else he'd  rather do than help his kingdom and make his family proud.
  With a smile to himself, he walked with a bit of a hop in his step the rest of the way through the dark woods.
  Finally making it to his house, he snatched his keys which all hung on a metal ring. Picking the right one, Tommy unlocked his door and went inside.
  His cabin was a small one, a front room with a red, round carpet that lay in front of a fireplace with a pastel green couch. A small kitchen with no table, he just ate on the couch. And his bedroom, a bed with side table and lamp. Of course a bathroom too.

  The black wolf hung his heavy black coat on the coat hanger by the door, and lit a hand held candle. He walked into his kitchen and filled a cup with water. Down the hall, he put the candle down on the side table, drank some water, through his shirt on the floor, and blew out the little fire.
  Tommy set a mental alarm clock to wake up just before the sun came out, little did he know, how much his life would change the next day.