Until my last drop

Things to understand before reading the story:

1) According to the story, there are a set of Imaginary nations called Tenishahaar and Pashishahaar.

2) Both lands have been in a continuous state of war for the past twelve years.

3) The story is set in an Industrial Revolution age, where only then guns were invented.

4) People living in these terrain are beautifully brutal and awfully stylish.

Vokshar was rubbing his hands. His dark eyes were pondering about his life. It was tough to see that he was a natural blond, but it was not because of the dark storage den in which he was thrown into. His hair was almost black and red because of the grease and his own blood in which he has been led to squirm for the last three months. His tall stature, handsome face and commanding voice gave him an unfair advantage of charisma which most of his colleagues lacked. He was always treated as the best in his batch and he was very famous among girls. It was all well and good until he got caught inside his enemy lines. He was treated unjustly just because of the very same reasons. His enemies hated him for the way he carried himself. It reminded them that even though he is their enemy, he is still human. He was washed with their bodily fluids every once in a while to test whether he was still all that dignified and to make them comfortable that he was less than a human. He is their enemy, their living toy to torcher. Vokshar refused to break. His soul is his, and no one could corrupt it nor break it.

"Is it all worth it?" he asked himself. His nation was still in peril. Tenishahaar could destroy Pashishahaar if the latest advancement in the weaponry is not conveyed to Pashishahaar in time. And here he was, contemplating his actions like a snake in its nest.

He resumed to rub off the dust which is struck to his hand. When the dust was peeling off like it was as if he is shedding his second skin, the question struck him. "Just who am I?” For the past seven years, he has played many roles! He has been called as Modhaar. He has lived as Dhendhaahar-the most famous name all over Tenishahaar, not because he has earned it, but it is just so common. He has even survived as Shokshin. Married to a very young girl than his age when he was Sharovi Nithanthan, a foreign merchant with a penchant for young women. After all, who will doubt a pervert of a merchant, a pig actually! to be his major enemy's bishop piece. He wouldn't have agreed to such an atrocity if it will not save thousands in his nation's army. But now, he is finally going to die as Verma. So again he asked himself “Just who the hell I am?”.

His life as Sharovi Nithanthan and the reason to take up such a role, reminded him why he had joined his nation's spy squad. He wanted to save his nation, but more than that; deep inside him, he wanted to stop the war. He lost enough of his dear ones for this game of politics. He wanted no one to lose their loved ones for the sake of some ego maniacs who won't agree over simple things, be it his own countrymen or the enemy. After a deep sigh, he shoved his existential crisis away and put on his skin of verma. Just when he was going to act on his once-again-self-renewed-will-power, he hit his first road block. A little far away, a set of canine eyes, which slowly crept in when he was rubbing off the dirt, saw him from the dark. He can only see a glimmer shinning off its eyes. But it was enough to convey what it thought. It was not even a thought! It was just an instinct, and it was very strong. All it said was "hunger". Saliva rolled away from its jaw, like an eager child coming to his father. Then suddenly a bunch of eyes appeared beside it, every set of eyes which looked at him with the same intensity, made his insides squirm. They all wanted him to die with as little resistance as possible. They were too hungry to play with their food. The first hound, set his paw front to start the race for the food and its pack followed suit.

In Vokshar's eyes, the state of himself, the state of his country and the hunger of the hounds flowed like a pattern one after another again and again. Luckily, he was put in a storage den and that means he has options. He loved options. Vokshar quickly scanned around for a huge stick to fight for. He was even luckier, he saw an empty wooden box. He quickly jumped inside with face first and turned it twice around, so that he was sitting in the current position. He was badly injured already and the stunt he pulled off must have resulted in even more scratches. He thought he might have dislocated his shoulder, but that is fine. He is alive now! And can be like that if he chose his next step careful...

His though process was cut off because of the intensity of the first attack. He didn't expect it to be so powerful. The first do which came running should have just jumped on the box sideways. He thought hounds just try to bite. But these hounds where a step more intelligent. Hounds do not use their paw to fight, but these hounds use their whole body to try to sweep him down. So romantic of the hounds! But the hounds were not able to harm him for now. So far so good.

To be continued...