This tale i created along with my other story/poem The Wolf's Tale. This is part one. ^-^ please let me know what you think.

Tale of the Tailed thieves
Created by Mist Shadowvale.

This tale begins in a village unlike ours you see, they
Lived in harmony with one another, and their halls had no means of fray.
The village built in the forest, bountiful in nature's treasure.
There no one seemed at a rush. On the contrary they enjoyed leisure
Of what they had. Even if there was little to spare, you would never see a grim
Look upon their face, for they had support of family at a whim. In the valley of Shadowvale, there are many tales of heroes and saints. Some of which the young and old had no complaints.
But before I move too far into this tale. I must make it aware
That the village was not of our likeness, as you must see that there
Villagers were of human qualities but with different means of qualities.
Instead of hair as we have on our heads, they were covered by oddities
Of fur. Grown from their bodies, there were even some who sported scales
In which they had, which seem to keep out the cold with never any fails. They were anthro in there forms. There were foxes, raccoons, dragons,
Wolves, badgers, and bears. All living in the modest of cabins.

But our tale only has four in all.
They were a Dragon, a Wolf, a Fox and the Raccoon. They all lay sleepily. Fall,
Had entered there quaint little village.
The four were rouges in their time, happy to pillage, and flee with glee as they did so very best.
(Even if they were considered such a pest.)
Now let me introduce myself and the others.
My small family with each other, (for we had no sisters or brothers)

The Fox is first; let me introduce her as she would want
To be. She was sly and cunning, quick at the hunt,
She never wavered in her loyalty, always ready to defend what
She saw as hers. She was red from her muzzle, her nose like an ivory nut. Her tail and muzzle tipped with the lightest of whites, her feet Tipped with fair tips for these features made her furs complete.
She wore a maid’s outfit, giving her the innocent look of a sweet and sincere
Fox. She liked to carry certain beverages, some made of fruits from there
Vines. A plate was always handy for the times of feasting and play.
But when it came to the males she was there to stay
At their side. Playing and flirting until she could
Swindle them out of there gold from the privacy of another room. She would
Come back, her pockets full and filled. Grinning as the guy came out dazed but with
A smile. (At least till they discovered her true game.) Pith
Is what they had lacked, for they never learned of her ways. Each coming back for more,
Each more than willing to join her on the hall’s dance floor.
Although being the eldest of us four,
She was the least responsible in her chore.
When asked to assist in the work, she would be noted in saying,
“Why should I do the work? When it is I who is paying
For our life style.” This in itself was true. But never the less
She could have at least helped by staying over to rather than buy an evening dress.

The Dragon is second, a scholar at the arts of neoclassicism, and she excelled
At all that she wrote and drew. But sadly with her art she withheld
Most of her greatest works, fearing judgment from others, she was
Quiescent, and tranquil, but loyal to our family above all others. Claws,
Scales and fangs were at her disposal whenever there may have been a threat.
She could speak to the highest ranking of our kind. Without becoming upset,
She would persuade even the most skilled appraisers into buying
Her arts for more than original costs. With this she was always applying
Her best efforts. She was of a darker green, wearing a robe veiled in the best
Of calligraphy, her claws sharpened but poised, there was no contest
To the extent of her nurturing of her love for the younger of us all.
But greater than that was her love of the season, Fall.

The third and more thieving of us three was the raccoon.
Hidden under the veil of the new moon
The Raccoon was always quick to strike down any who would oppose him in battle.
But even as a skilled warrior, he was often enough seen in the common prattle
Among men his own age. His face was marked with a mask of midnight black,
Lined with gentle whites, and even softer grays lined his ears. He would wrack
Through his enemies with his blade of choice. Skilled with this gift from the minute
Of his birth. Even in his rough exterior, he was a man of simple pleasures. Dried fruit
Was what he sought after most. Which he kept a steady supply with him always.
Not known to flirt or dance, but rather stay back in quiet study in the hallways.
Dressed from ear to tail in ebony colored clothes. Always wearing a hat that never
Concealed his ears. He was a quiet and calm fellow. Always going after an endeavor

Then there was I, I am the wolf of this tale. Nothing more or less. I, an archer,
Have hunted and fought, never ready to go in the time of departure.
My hair, flowing like the black streams of our village shined in the moonlight.
For those who have seen I could swear that I was the lost soul of a warrior lost in fight
From that of the days of war and poverty. But specter I am not. I thieved from those I sought
After. Stealing with tricks of such ease, using only my bow to chase off those who bought
There goods from those of wished to thieve from. My fangs would gleam in the dark
Hollowing through the dark as I let out only a warning, a warning that my bark
Was the least of their worries if they did not flee from there prizes and treasures.
After I had done this I would strike up onto the prizes, I would howl a tale of pleasures
Of which I had deserved this right. This reminds me of my true intentions of this tale.

For as we laid sleepily in the new fallen leaves, dozing and yawning, our frail
Filled to the brim with the newly caught fruits. When as fate would have
We were awoken by the familiar sound of ships docked. We stood, the bushes halve
And open as we watched the strangest of sights. We spoke no words as our attention
Was caught by the newly docked ship. Black as the mighty storm. Tension
Seem to rise as we saw the captors of this vessel. There steps loud under the broken
boards. Wishing to cause no alarm to the captors, only our bodies spoke that of which was unspoken
Carrying there slews of treasures, gold’s, and jewels. A large chest
Adorned in the insignia of the feudal lords of the past. Although no behest
Had been spoken. We knew what we had to do. We used the unmarked path, hiding
Into the trees, bushes, behind pillars of an unspoken past. We waited, biding
Our time till we saw the departure of the crew. Swiftly we took over the sea bound
Boat. The guards no match for our honed skills and talents were. The guards downed,
Were quickly released into the grip of the seas. Our attention caught only by the glory
And treasures we had caught. After we had secured the boat. Knowing our story
Would be soon spread through the village. We decided to take onto a voyage of great
Distance from our little home town. It was then we knew not of what to do. The troy-weight
Was beyond our imaginations. It was then we set sailed into the west. Never to look back
At what had been our homes from birth. No tears were shed as we left. Sea wrack
Came into our view. It was then we spoke of some fun. “What shall we do on this ship?”
I had asked. My question answered by the fox. “Some fun to do before we end our trip.”
She stood as she stretched her legs. “Why not some dancing for some fun?” her eyes looking still.
The raccoon shook his head, as i thought he would have. “Nay sis, we shall do something of skill,
Something that we shall do to determine the victor of something of real value.” “The dragon’s reaction
After he had finished was this reply. “How about a story, pass the time? Something of action
Of our past?” This i nodded to. Thinking of our many past ventures. “Sure, for it will be days


Before we reach the island legend about in this direction.” I rummaged through the chest, a blaze
In my eyes as i sought after what would be a prize. At last after i had reached the tail end.
I retrieved a scepter of great, time harden craft. “This will be our prize. For those for can send
Our boredoms and yawns away with a story of our thieving past.” We agreed quickly to this
Challenge. For one story was all that had to be spoken. The one who would be best to bliss
Our time past further would be decided among the four of us. This we agreed to as always had
Traditions among us said. This is where we had chosen to be bored no more, instead to pad
Away our thoughts into the story we thought are suited to win this game.
Even if one or two of us would not do this for just the fame
Of our victory among us would allow us. This is how i brought my tale.
To this moment. For i determined. Thought hard about this un-spoken spell
In which our game had brought upon us four.
This tale I will speak of once, and never more.