Too late! The next chapter Truck Trials and The Hitchin' Vixen? Yeah but nah
That's not it's name but here it is:
The fox walks around the truck as the tiger locks up. Wight the truck is black and for the most part still shiny. The trailer reminds Trixsie of the waste management trucks she used to share the early morning roads with. Not square but rounded like a carton of bad milk, with two rigid bands reinforcing it. There are signs warning of contamination risks. “So, what is in here? I’ve felt it shifting all morning” asks the vixen, holding a paw to the cool metal. “Well” begins Tyga, “did you hear about that landslide, the big one in New Arcadia?” Trixsie nods, her face solemn. “That’s right” he continues, “though technically a landside obliterated Old Arcadia and a mudslide took some of that debris plus the old cemetery and buried New Arcadia… anyway there was a lot of public pressure to make a monument to the dead and rehouse the remains from the old cemetery, but money dried up and now there is to be one great mass grave and memorial. This is the first of about thirty loads for the new memorial”. Trixsie pulls her paw back from the metal suddenly less comfortable. “I’m gonna go order something, what d’ya fancy?” asks the vixen, recovering quickly, only to receive a naughty grin in reply.
Entering ‘the diner’ as she was charitably thinking of it, Trixsie queues to order. Immediately she sees two wolves leaning over a worried cheetah girl. One senses he is being watched and turns to face the fox recognising her immediately. The wolves break off from the poor girl who makes a run for it and approach Trixsie “How ‘bout that Halffang, looks like you just can’t dump some trash” jokes the scrawnier wolf, the fox slaps his face leave four deep scratches. Halffang grins but the bleeding wolf lunges forward and launches a calloused fist at the vixen. She faces it unflinching, but the fist stops short with a dull smack, caught by a much larger paw. “You need to learn how to talk to a lady” says Tyga, now applying pressure to the seemingly tiny wolf’s paw, “BAD DOG!”. Halffang is holding a butterfly-knife and Tyga and Trix are suddenly in motion. The great cat extends his claws destroying the wolf’s paw and leaps at Halffang, taking him down through the countertop in a storm of splintered wood and wolf blood. The vixen backflips, landing on her hindpaws behind a third wolf wielding a fire-axe as he heads towards Tyga. The wolf with the shredded paw bolts for the exit and Tyga stands up from the remains of the counter and the wolf, he stands alone. The fox attacks the axeman biting deep into his neck with her sharp but small teeth, he merely throws her aside as he raises the axe and swings it hard and low at the tiger. The fox hits a pole hard and goes down, Tyga already moving to her, steps on the axe in mid-flight, jarring it from the grip of the wolf who only realises his blow will never land even as he himself is toss aside with a broken neck. Picking up Trixsie, Tyga sees she is conscious while outside a car revs loudly. “I’ll be fine Tyg” whimpers the fox, then growling deep “go after them, GET THEM FOR ME!”
Topic: Trixsie's odds and ends (Read 91886 times)