Kung Fu Ferret
The Unbound
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Note: This origin story will be inspired by the works of Rudyard Kipling and Edgar Rice Burroughs. As such, there will be some dark details here and there. Also, there will be mentions of Pok?mon eating each other, so if you get scared and/or nauseous watching nature documentaries that involve such things, please do not read this fic.
Prologue:
A lone Dragonite by the name of Ajagar was soaring through the vast ocean between Kalos and Alola, looking for deserted island to rest for the night. The sun was just about to finally sink into the horizon. However, out of the corner of his eye, Ajagar saw a small ship that had crashed into a large rock near the coast of a potential roost. He could not see any survivors from a mile above, but the curious Dragonite just wanted to double check.
And so, he dropped altitude until he could see what exactly was going on. The only potential sign of life he could see was a neatly woven basket floating towards Sharpedo-infested waters. Ajagar thought he heard a loud yell coming from inside the basket, so he swooped in to grab it before anything happened.
Ajagar confirmed his suspicions when he heard another noise coming from the basket. However, it did not sound like a Pok?mon at all, yet it still sounded like something was alive inside the basket.
"Could it be a human child?" Ajagar thought out loud. "I know that there is a pride of Pyroar on Mokira Island whose most recent clutch of eggs never hatched. Perhaps they would raise this young one as their own."
Ajagar flew to Mokira Island, which was about one hundred miles or so away, as fast as he could. When he arrived, the pride of Pyroar and their Litleo offspring had just eaten their fill of a Zebstrika the females had taken down that morning. The Dragonite landed carefully as not to frighten or injure the infant inside the basket, then proceeding to walk toward the pride's favorite tree to rest under.
Ajagar cleared his throat.
"Anhur, may I have a moment of your time please?" Ajagar asked. "There is something I'd like you to have."
Anhur, the pride's leader, and the only male Pyroar on the island, walked over to Ajagar.
"Oh, Ajagar! What a pleasant surprise to see you back so soon." Anhur exclaimed, happy to see his old friend return so soon. "What is this gift?"
"I can explain, comrade. You see... I was about to rest for the night when a shipwreck caught my eye. I found this basket floating into some dangerous territory and, well... The only survivor I could find is inside the basket. From what I can tell, it is a human child." Ajagar explained slowly opening the basket.
Ajagar continued, "I thought your pride could raise this little one as your own. I know Sekhmet was devastated by the fact that her eggs never hatched, so I thought this would cheer her up and boost your pride's morale."
Anhur began to yawn, and told Ajagar that he would have to wait until morning to decide. Ajagar nodded in understanding, and took the basket and its contents up into a very sturdy tree nearby for the night to rest.
Prologue:
A lone Dragonite by the name of Ajagar was soaring through the vast ocean between Kalos and Alola, looking for deserted island to rest for the night. The sun was just about to finally sink into the horizon. However, out of the corner of his eye, Ajagar saw a small ship that had crashed into a large rock near the coast of a potential roost. He could not see any survivors from a mile above, but the curious Dragonite just wanted to double check.
And so, he dropped altitude until he could see what exactly was going on. The only potential sign of life he could see was a neatly woven basket floating towards Sharpedo-infested waters. Ajagar thought he heard a loud yell coming from inside the basket, so he swooped in to grab it before anything happened.
Ajagar confirmed his suspicions when he heard another noise coming from the basket. However, it did not sound like a Pok?mon at all, yet it still sounded like something was alive inside the basket.
"Could it be a human child?" Ajagar thought out loud. "I know that there is a pride of Pyroar on Mokira Island whose most recent clutch of eggs never hatched. Perhaps they would raise this young one as their own."
Ajagar flew to Mokira Island, which was about one hundred miles or so away, as fast as he could. When he arrived, the pride of Pyroar and their Litleo offspring had just eaten their fill of a Zebstrika the females had taken down that morning. The Dragonite landed carefully as not to frighten or injure the infant inside the basket, then proceeding to walk toward the pride's favorite tree to rest under.
Ajagar cleared his throat.
"Anhur, may I have a moment of your time please?" Ajagar asked. "There is something I'd like you to have."
Anhur, the pride's leader, and the only male Pyroar on the island, walked over to Ajagar.
"Oh, Ajagar! What a pleasant surprise to see you back so soon." Anhur exclaimed, happy to see his old friend return so soon. "What is this gift?"
"I can explain, comrade. You see... I was about to rest for the night when a shipwreck caught my eye. I found this basket floating into some dangerous territory and, well... The only survivor I could find is inside the basket. From what I can tell, it is a human child." Ajagar explained slowly opening the basket.
Ajagar continued, "I thought your pride could raise this little one as your own. I know Sekhmet was devastated by the fact that her eggs never hatched, so I thought this would cheer her up and boost your pride's morale."
Anhur began to yawn, and told Ajagar that he would have to wait until morning to decide. Ajagar nodded in understanding, and took the basket and its contents up into a very sturdy tree nearby for the night to rest.