Conner

Conner was asleep on the couch in a cabin deep in the woods. He rolled over and moaned at the same time and fell off the couch. He yelped and jumped up, looking around. He dusted himself off and stretched. Looking around once more, he began to walk towards the door. When he opened a door, another wolf stood there. It was anthro like Conner was. He had light reddish brown hair, dark brown fur, blue eyes with the background yellow, light and dark blue chest armor, and dark blue pants with yellow strips and red pockets. He smiled at Conner
"Hello Conner, i'm looking for your grandpa" Conner tilted his head
"Who are you, how do you know who i am, and why do you want him?" The wolf laughed and shook his head
"My name is Sora, i know you because your grandpa spoke of you often, and he is an old friend of mine" Conner laughed
"Pfft, you do realize hes a pure dick, right?" Sora tilted his head as well
"What do you mean?" Conner pulled Sora inside and slammed the door shut. He turned to face Sora
"Kane has become evil, not sure how, but he has been out to get me for hundreds of years.." Sora looked up
"Has it been that long since i was here..?" He then looked back at Conner
"We need to find him.." Conner shook his head
"Hell no! I ain't dying again.." Sora tilted his head once more
"What do you mean?" Conner sighed
"When i die, my body turns to ash, and then a new born me is formed out of the ash.. At least that's what everyone says.." Sora tilted his head the other way
"You get reborn?" Conner nods "Ah, ok.. We still need to find him.. If he became a Heartless, i can easily fix it" He stuck his right handpaw out and suddenly a key-looking weapon appeared. It had a gold square-like handle, and a silver blade. Conner gasped
"You have one too!?" Sora tilted his head, once more.
"What do you mean?" Conner stuck his right handpaw out and a wolfish looking sword appeared in his hands. A wolf head was the tip and the body was a wolf's body. Sora smiled.
"Fellow wielder i see" Conner nodded. Sora smiled wider, showing his fangs
"Heh Heh, Perfect"

Nykyrian

A sudden sound of cracking awakens the sleeping Nykyrian. It had been a long times since any real danger had found him, but still that sound could have been made by anything very, or something very dense. When though that sound did come to his ears he drew his blades and was on his feet within a matter of mill-seconds. Nykyrian didn't joke or play around when it came to his safety. Anything out there could and can be dangerous, and he wasn't willing to take any chances. A sigh of reassurance came over him as he seen that the sound came from a near by building finally sub-coming to the harsh elemental suffering it had endured over the years. Watching as it fell to the earth his ears still searched for sounds that could be coming at him. He had a hand on his blade at all times, he never knew what could come at him at anytime, and the only time he slept was when his body forced him to. He was still a day's walk from his base, a place in which no one but Nykyrian knew about, because he was the one that had constructed it, over the hundred year time period, working day in and out, slaving over it. Only one tenth of it was above ground, and that was for training, and getting into the place. After the building was done making it's noise and tossing it's dust into the air he walked from it, being careful on what he stepped on.

Story

The Mayans were wrong; they all were. The end of the world? What a load of bull! The day of reckoning on December 21 of 2012? All lies, every single teeny tiny bit. The Mayan calender was off by a couple years, as was Nostradamus and all the rest, for the end of the world began in the year of 2009. When the world's end approached, the actual beginning was signaled by Korea launching missiles at the major capitals of the United States and the country of Great Britain. It is obvious to say the Great Britain was wiped out and that the once-great cities of America were destroyed, the world became a madhouse. People built bomb shelters to hide their families in, the prices of items spiked drastically, and anarchy reigned supreme. They figured that the worst had already come, that because the great empire of the United states had come to an end, they were finally safe. As if. In some of the smaller towns, all of which were separated from the bigger cities, tiny changes began to take place. Some people grew large amounts of hair, others grew teeth sharper than steak knives. Some found they could see things - special things, while others lost dramatic amounts of height and sprouted wings. As mentioned, all were special changes. The ones that didn't change in some way, the mundanes, died. Then they came back and began to kill. The year is now 2129, and the world is now a different place.