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Genesis Reduct~ The Letter

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That afternoon, the street shimmered in a particular hue of bright orange. The white reflective surface beneath Caine's paws was spotless and cold, and he stared at his reflection as he walked home from school. He watched in a dreary and solemn fashion as his silver and blue tail swayed hesitantly behind him. Gazing deep into his exhausted goldenrod eyes, he let his muzzle droop in the setting sun. 

As he walked, the chrome-like sidewalk reflected the town that rose up all around him. It was a bright and clean place, with tall modern architecture- buildings, walls, towers- all looming overhead, reaching high into the velvet sky. But the walls and buildings that once made the wolf feel so safe were now looking down on him in somber silence. But such was the way of the once kind city. 

The town was a cage. It was not a home, it was an establishment; locking the residents within its white spotless walls, constantly beneath the scrutinizing eye of cameras and surveillance. It was not free and open, but closed and oppressed. At night, the city was always quiet and luminescent, and the sidewalk could be seen even in the crest of night as it reflected the moon's pale glow. But such was the way of the now foreboding metropolis. 

The wind did not even whisper between the brightly-lit alleys. Children, cubs and kits no longer laughed and played together in the streets. It had been silent for so long that Caine had forgotten what the city sounded like before. It used to speak to him; fill his young and naïve eyes with wonderous sights. Its parks had enticed him, the birds had flown overhead, the sun had shone through the speckled canopy of trees above. But now the parks were synthetic structures, the birds were guided cameras, and the trees were fluorescent street lamps. Any voice against the change was swiftly muffled; taught its place; detained. Now, the monoliths above stretched high into the sky, watching- judging, even. But such was the way of the city Caine once called home. 

Such was the way of District 17.

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The walk home from school seemed to take a bit longer than usual that afternoon, and by the time Caine reached the front door of his home the moon had already begun to rise in the still bright afternoon sky. Stepping up to his porch, Caine raised a hand and adjusted the collar around his neck. Every Fur in the district had one, and they were a general nuisance. Not only were they frigid and metallic, but all residents were required to wear them whenever they went out, making them a constant hassle. They served as ID's and tracking devices, keeping the citizens under constant surveillance. Those who chose not to wear one were quickly detained and fined, or even worse.

After shifting his collar into a more comfortable position, Caine rummaged around in his pockets, pulling out his key-card. Printed on the plastic sheet was a large number 24, the numeral assigned to his place of residence. With a swift swipe, he flashed the card across the keypad on the doorway. There was a slight pause, and then the light on the keypad flashed green.

No sooner than he had opened the door, a blur of grey fur flew through the doorway and latched onto his knee. Caine gave a yelp of surprise, stumbling backwards before regaining his footing. Looking down at his assailant, his eyes fell upon the excited and youthful gaze of his younger brother, David. Caine had never grown used to these energetic welcome-homes, and to this day they still caught him off guard. After prying the elated pup off his leg, he knelt down to the ground and smiled warmly at his little brother.

"Welcome home, bro!" the pup exclaimed. His eyes were happily closed, and his tongue lolled enthusiastically from his mouth. Caine gave a soft grin, and ruffled the fur on top of the boy's head.

"Hey, what have you been up to today?" Caine inquired light-heartedly. The cub raised a finger to to his lips and glanced at his feet as if he were trying to remember. Caine gave a light chuckle at the antics of his sibling. 

"Hey, I got something for you," he stated before receiving an answer. Slipping his backpack off of his shoulders, he began unzipping the front pocket. David's eyes lit up with excitement, and he practically bounced around in boundless energy. After scouring through the contents of the bag, Caine pulled out a delicate azure feather, which had probably belonged to a bluebird. The edges were slightly aggravated, but the feather itself was otherwise fine. Caine turned the feather back and forth in his fingers before placing it into his brother's eager paws. 

"Thanks big bro, you're the best!" David shouted with glee. He held the feather above his head, where it twinkled in the light of the now near-diminished sun. "I'm gonna go put it with the others!" the boy shouted. Caine smiled and got back to his feet as his brother burst back inside the house with feather in hand. As Caine stepped through the doorway, he could hear the opening and closing of his brother's door. No doubt he was already adding the new gift to his countless other treasures. 

Caine made his way down the short entrance hallway, pausing slightly to sniff the air. The strong and familiar scent of his mother's cooking flooded his senses, and his tail began to wag lightly. It smelled of warm gravy and broiling steak; she was cooking one of his favorite meals. His mind now wandering on the taste of food that lingered on his tongue, Caine continued down the hall. He stopped when he reached the entrance to the den. Peering around a corner into the room, he saw a familiar sight.

"Hey Dad, I'm home from school," he announced to the figure sitting in the reading chair at the back of the brightly-lit living room.

Caine's father looked up from the newspaper he was reading, and Caine caught a short glimpse of the headline: "New Curfew In Place". 

"You're a bit late this afternoon," Caine's father remarked, adjusting the spectacles that sat at the end of his snout, "how was school today?"

Caine's father had the same golden stare as his son, but they had grown old and tired in the many years of use. Streaks of silver fur littered his fading grey muzzle and bushy eyebrows, and his eyes reflected his experienced age as he looked back down at the paper in his hands and turned the page.

"Same as usual. Did anything happen while I was gone?" Caine asked, stepping fully into the den and his father's view. The wolf began to shake his head, but then stopped and furrowed his brow. His pupils strayed from the text in his lap, and he began to speak.

"A letter came for you today; looked important. I put it on your desk," he answered, returning to his reading.

Caine was a bit taken aback by this. He rarely received e-mails, let alone letters. He couldn't think why anyone would want to contact him. "Thanks Dad," he responded in a curious and distracted tone.

Making his way down the rest of the hall, he eventually came upon the door to his room. It was a plain white, and he could still make out the name he engraved into it with his claws when he was a kid: CAiNe. The A was capitalized, and the n had been inscribed backwards. His parents hadn't been pleased with the damage to the door, but he had been so proud of himself. 

Pushing it open, Caine made his way into the unlit bedroom; the only light shone through the panes of the window in the righthand corner. He stepped inside and fumbled along the wall for the light switch. With a click, light filled the enclosure and fought the darkness back into the corners. The room was a relaxing shade of blue. It had already been that way when his family moved in, but he rather liked the color, and so he voted to keep it as it was. As a younger child, he felt it calmed him somehow. 

He dropped his book bag next to the desk beside the doorway. Pulling back the chair tucked beneath it, he took a seat and flicked on the desk-light. It illuminated the entire expanse of the table in a golden light. Scanning the surface of the desk, his eyes came to a halt as they slid over the crisp white envelope sitting near the corner of the wooden tabletop. He grasped the parchment between his fingers, carefully eyeing it as he switched it back and forth in his hands. He came to a frozen halt when he saw the stamped insignia on the back of the envelope. 

Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned back in his chair and rested his paws on top of the table, sliding a claw across the crease of the envelope. From within, he pulled out a thrice-folded piece of parchment and discarded the empty carcass of an envelope on the desk. He unraveled it, reading the document with much scrutiny. He wasn't sure what this was all about, but he was a bit nervous to find out. His eyes darted back and forth from line to line, slowing as they reached the last few sentences and the signature. He felt a pang in the bottom of his stomach, and continued to stare blankly at the last few lines after finishing, his mind still registering what he had read.
The first chapter in my new project, Genesis Reduct.

It takes place in the year 3016, and revolves around two main characters, an anthropomorphic wolf named Caine, and a human boy named Abel.

This is the first attempt I have ever made at writing furry literature, so I hope I did okay. I appreciate any and all comments and feedback greatly, as I really hope to better myself as a writer through this experience.

If you are just jumping in, the beginning (prologue) can be found here: [link]

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Coooool! I like it!!!!