Mr Cat Dog
Frasier says it best
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Haven't posted a story here in a while... anyways, this is my first one shot ever, so I hope everyone likes it. ^_^ *PMs frosty to review* Oh, and if frosty's reading this, there is a reason as to why it changes from 1st to 3rd person in the second bit ^_^ Enjoy:
The Unown Ones
I simply watched as the murky fog eclipsed the moon and the constellations. One by one, the beast of the night devoured the helpless creatures until there was but one measly star in the night sky. Yet its malice showed itself when the fog winked at me, and broke into a grin that even the malevolent Cheshire Cat would have been proud of.
But no? I was just imagining things again?
The soles of my jet black feet were slowly growing cold, each of my two paws twitching from the iciness of the mountaintop. My legs, both the jet black bony ankle and the royal blue buff calve felt strangely warm. They hadn?t been stood in the same patch of snow for hours on end. Likewise, my miniscule navy tail, if one would even call it that, felt no chill or tingle across its tiny hairs.
But my torso, a shining yellow beacon in the unmerciful fog, felt the chill of the glacial winds like a hurricane. My horned hands had the powers of countless Rhydons, yet they couldn?t stop the chill of the icy wind.
My cool blue lips grew cold and chapped. My mouth felt dry. My elongated jet black nose, normally moist and damp, simply felt bitter in the harsh grip of the wintry gales. All of my four ears, the two black and bold and the two sagging and blue seemed to gently brush the wind, as if it was just a gentle breeze.
But the wind, breeze or hurricane, still left my mind clueless as to why I was here. My mind and all my conscious thoughts were like the night sky ? foggy, vague and confused. Why was I standing atop this mountain, harsh with wind and snow? Why was I stood still, frozen to the spot atop this icy peak? Why was I even here?
?Who am I?? I thought to myself. I had pondered that very thought and all my other thoughts here tonight, on this very mountain. I had stood rigid, and cold ? both in temperature and in knowledge. Surely, if I did not even know my own name, what hope would I have of learning all the other secrets the vast world has to offer?
Sighing as my feeble mind grew weary, I lifted my right paw, only for the snow to melt underneath the shadow of my now warm paw. I waded through the murky fog and desolate snow, yet none of it mattered if I couldn?t even know my own name, let alone my whole being, or my purpose.
What would life be like? Communication with fellow objects of conscious thought would be impossible. How would I survive in the harsh world of reality if I knew nothing of it? My life was over from the minute I was created...
Yet as I waded through the monotonous snow or fog, a glimpse of great joy caught the corner of my left eye. I quickly turned to look at this symbol of hope, and saw a great shining light, piercing through the hazy fog. It was approaching at tremendous speed, and I was instantly in awe at the sight of it.
But what if it was a trap - a bitter gift from society to shun me even more? How could it pierce through the seemingly invincible mist and murk? Surely no ordinary power could do that, and with such ease? I thought in what little time I had before the friend or foe came to where I was.
I acted on my own instinct.
I ran.
~~*~~
The outline of the floating light was just as unclear as the fog that it was flying through. From a distance, it would have been hard to make out if it had an outline at all, never mind determining the shape and size of it.
But it continued to chase the canine creature through and through the eerie and unnatural. For every step the canine took, the mysterious being flew twice as far. For every leap and bound the canine took, the mysterious being simply raced through the mist. For every attempt of escape the canine took, the mysterious being proved each one futile.
Through the unmerciful fog, the canine sprinted and the being followed in pursuit. Faster and faster. Longer and longer. Harder and harder. More after more fog kept coming, seemingly deadly eternal in its murky gaze. It felt to both beings that the whole world was covered with this filth, and that it would never end.
But it faded away.
As the fog came to a close, the canine simply fell to the hard stone with a gentle thud, curled his body tightly, and started to cry.
"Please, just leave me alone!" He whimpered, as his body shivered from his tears of shame.
The mysterious light slowly emerged from the mist to reveal a sole shining eye, stood below a silver question mark, polished to perfection. It had no limbs, no torso and no face. It felt empty.
"Do you not wish to know your purpose? Your being? Even your name?" The being said softly, in a deep voice.
The canine stopped crying, and slowly stood up to look at this being, "That is all I ask for in life. For I am oblivious to everything apart from this retched fog. I am worthless to everything. I am Unown."
The being simply said: "No. You are Rukario, not Unown to the world."
~~*~~
Authors Notes. I know Rukario isn't meant to be a dog, but from the pictures I've seen of him, I think he looks like a cartoony dog, so :P to anyone who says he's not. ^_^ Hope you liked it.
The Unown Ones
I simply watched as the murky fog eclipsed the moon and the constellations. One by one, the beast of the night devoured the helpless creatures until there was but one measly star in the night sky. Yet its malice showed itself when the fog winked at me, and broke into a grin that even the malevolent Cheshire Cat would have been proud of.
But no? I was just imagining things again?
The soles of my jet black feet were slowly growing cold, each of my two paws twitching from the iciness of the mountaintop. My legs, both the jet black bony ankle and the royal blue buff calve felt strangely warm. They hadn?t been stood in the same patch of snow for hours on end. Likewise, my miniscule navy tail, if one would even call it that, felt no chill or tingle across its tiny hairs.
But my torso, a shining yellow beacon in the unmerciful fog, felt the chill of the glacial winds like a hurricane. My horned hands had the powers of countless Rhydons, yet they couldn?t stop the chill of the icy wind.
My cool blue lips grew cold and chapped. My mouth felt dry. My elongated jet black nose, normally moist and damp, simply felt bitter in the harsh grip of the wintry gales. All of my four ears, the two black and bold and the two sagging and blue seemed to gently brush the wind, as if it was just a gentle breeze.
But the wind, breeze or hurricane, still left my mind clueless as to why I was here. My mind and all my conscious thoughts were like the night sky ? foggy, vague and confused. Why was I standing atop this mountain, harsh with wind and snow? Why was I stood still, frozen to the spot atop this icy peak? Why was I even here?
?Who am I?? I thought to myself. I had pondered that very thought and all my other thoughts here tonight, on this very mountain. I had stood rigid, and cold ? both in temperature and in knowledge. Surely, if I did not even know my own name, what hope would I have of learning all the other secrets the vast world has to offer?
Sighing as my feeble mind grew weary, I lifted my right paw, only for the snow to melt underneath the shadow of my now warm paw. I waded through the murky fog and desolate snow, yet none of it mattered if I couldn?t even know my own name, let alone my whole being, or my purpose.
What would life be like? Communication with fellow objects of conscious thought would be impossible. How would I survive in the harsh world of reality if I knew nothing of it? My life was over from the minute I was created...
Yet as I waded through the monotonous snow or fog, a glimpse of great joy caught the corner of my left eye. I quickly turned to look at this symbol of hope, and saw a great shining light, piercing through the hazy fog. It was approaching at tremendous speed, and I was instantly in awe at the sight of it.
But what if it was a trap - a bitter gift from society to shun me even more? How could it pierce through the seemingly invincible mist and murk? Surely no ordinary power could do that, and with such ease? I thought in what little time I had before the friend or foe came to where I was.
I acted on my own instinct.
I ran.
~~*~~
The outline of the floating light was just as unclear as the fog that it was flying through. From a distance, it would have been hard to make out if it had an outline at all, never mind determining the shape and size of it.
But it continued to chase the canine creature through and through the eerie and unnatural. For every step the canine took, the mysterious being flew twice as far. For every leap and bound the canine took, the mysterious being simply raced through the mist. For every attempt of escape the canine took, the mysterious being proved each one futile.
Through the unmerciful fog, the canine sprinted and the being followed in pursuit. Faster and faster. Longer and longer. Harder and harder. More after more fog kept coming, seemingly deadly eternal in its murky gaze. It felt to both beings that the whole world was covered with this filth, and that it would never end.
But it faded away.
As the fog came to a close, the canine simply fell to the hard stone with a gentle thud, curled his body tightly, and started to cry.
"Please, just leave me alone!" He whimpered, as his body shivered from his tears of shame.
The mysterious light slowly emerged from the mist to reveal a sole shining eye, stood below a silver question mark, polished to perfection. It had no limbs, no torso and no face. It felt empty.
"Do you not wish to know your purpose? Your being? Even your name?" The being said softly, in a deep voice.
The canine stopped crying, and slowly stood up to look at this being, "That is all I ask for in life. For I am oblivious to everything apart from this retched fog. I am worthless to everything. I am Unown."
The being simply said: "No. You are Rukario, not Unown to the world."
~~*~~
Authors Notes. I know Rukario isn't meant to be a dog, but from the pictures I've seen of him, I think he looks like a cartoony dog, so :P to anyone who says he's not. ^_^ Hope you liked it.
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