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My name is not important. My name is of no concern to you. To you, I am nothing. I am the essence of the shroud, the fog, and the night. I am smoke on the wind.
But, my children, my tale is important. My children, listen to my tale, and remember it. Pass it to your children, and your children?s children. Keep my tale in your memories and your hearts.
I was born in a small, earthen den. Roots hung down from the ceiling, while tender white tubers trailed from the walls. It was snug and warm. It was my home, and I shared it with my newborn sibings, all small and mewing and still-moist with fluid from the birthing. Our small, frail chestnut-and-cream coloured bodies pressed together for warmth.
There were six of us. Two females, four males. The eldest of my sisters was named Sunflash, for her temper blazed as hot and wild as the sun?s rays. The younger sister was granted the name Shadow, for she was small and shy, following her sister about but never speaking up for herself. She was a shy, gentle creature, my sister Shadow. Shadow was the second youngest. I was the youngest.
I was the youngest of the four brothers. The eldest of us all was Glacier, for his demeanor was as smooth and cold as the majestic ice mountain. He spoke little, but the small phrases he uttered were meticulous and carefully chosen. Our second eldest brother was named Sonority, for his voice was a beautiful, bell-like sound that rippled over the soul and the mind like warmth from the sun. My last brother, older than me and Shadow but younger than Sonority and Sunflash. He was granted the name Spirit, for he was the boldest and the bravest, often venturing outside the den while I and my brethren were too timid to go out into the light.
As time passed and we grew, the den became crowded. Soon, we knew it was time for us to leave the only home we had ever known.
We could not bear to separate, as close as we were. So we traveled together, sleeping in the wilderness and foraging for berries. We saw and met many unusual creatures. Rattatas with their cunning and razor-sharp fangs, absurd-looking Sentret with floppy ears and fat, rounded tails. Vicious Spearow, bullies who would attack us without provocation. We faced many hardships...predators in the form of the Scyther and the Pinsir, the wild Persians and Growlithes.
As weeks turned into months and months melted into years, we all grew. My brethren underwent strange and wondrous evolutions.
Glacier was so different now. He had transformed into a vulpine beast of the seas.Instead of having brown and creamy fur, his skin was now a smooth azure, the fur no longer fluffy and long but short and fine. His ears had become stiff and webbed fins, and a majestic frill had erupted from his neck. A webbed spine ran down his back, and his tail had lengthened and ended in elegant fins. He was a majestic beast of the waters now.
Sunflash?s fur had become a deep red now, the color of russet leaves in autumn. Her chest fur became long, golden and flowing, seemingly spun out of fire and sunlight. Her tail was now a majestic long brush of gold, rivaling the sun itself in brightness and colour.
Spirit?s body had also transformed, granting him blazing speed. He could outrun the rapid wrath of the lighting, and his cry was the roll of thunder. His brown fur became dull gold and his white ruff spiked out wildly. Spines bristled along the length of his body, giving him a wild and fearsome appearance. He was one with the wind and the thunder.
Sonority?s transformation was the most elegant, befitting his personality. His fur was no longer fluffy, but smooth and fine like Glacier?s. It had turned lavender. His ears elongated and widened, giving him hypersenstive hearing. Long whiskers sprouted from his muzzle, and he could read the very air currents themselves with them. His tail became long, thin and whiplike, and bisected at the end. A small red gem glittered at his forehead.
But it was Shadow?s transformation that was the eeriest. Her fur became like Sonority?s, but it was jet black, blacker than the blackest midnight. Her tail and ears became thick and rounded, ending in pointed coned tips. Faintly glowing yellow circles were etched into her skin, while her eyes became a souless red, a bloodred that pierced the very depths of your souls. She was a creature of the night now.
And I?
Nothing.
I did not transform. I did not evolve. I was still the youngest, weakest. I did not begrudge my brethren?s evolutions, but I wondered why I had not evolved. Oh, how I wanted to! To swim the seas like Glacier, or to spew fire like Sunflash! Or to outrun the thunder and lighthing like Spirit. Or to gain Sonority?s mystic wisdom and inutition. Or to fade into the blackness of the night like Shadow.
But I did not evolve. I was still the weakest, the fifth wheel of our group. I felt....useless. Unneeded.
This bitterness grew inside of me..like a tumor. It grew and grew, until I was consumed by it. In a wild rage, I ran off on one fateful night while my brethren slept.It was to be my greatest mistake...
I was not aware of it, but we were situated near a massive gorge. The edges of the cliffs gave way to heart-stopping drops where below, jagged chunks and shards of obsidian jutted up, their sharp edges waiting to pierce the soft flesh of any foolish enough to fall. As I did.
Consumed by blind rage, I remember slipping, falling, stumbling...ground giving away to air....and giving in to the inexorable laws of gravity. Wind roared past my ears, deafening me. My eyes stung and watered, while my paws flailed helplessly. I could only let out a keen of fear as the obsidian rose up to taste my blood.
After that, I remember little of what happened. I remember falling through fire and ice, thunder and darkness, time and light...and after that, I remember only one thing.
Melos and Mew.
Melos, the twin of Mew. Mew, the twin of Melos.
Melos is a melding of darkness and fog. Mew is the light and life. Mew created life. Melos ends life. Melos reaps what Mew sows. Melos is black, blacker than black, a black such as light seems to be swallowed up into its infinite depths. His eyes are a piercing green, glowing poisonous green. And at the end of his tail....a scythe. The Reaper?s scythe. Mew is a light pink, the color of a dusky rose. Her eyes are the color of aquamarine, of a sparkling lake.
Melos.
Mew.
Life and death.
I am life and death now. Eternally suspended between living substance and the shroud of death.
My brethen never found my body. They never saw me again.
I follow them, eternally bound to do so. They do not sense me. They do not hear me. They do not smell me. They do not see me. Yet I am with them always, always following. I am a ghost, a balance of the living and the dead. I am a spirit, following the trails of the alive, the breathing and the warm.
My fur is a dusky gray now. My ears are short and pointed like a cat. My tail is long and thin. Ghostly wings sprout from my back. My eyes are a silver, the silver of unliving and undead. The silver of the moon and the stars.
I am one with the fog.
I am Spectreon.
But, my children, my tale is important. My children, listen to my tale, and remember it. Pass it to your children, and your children?s children. Keep my tale in your memories and your hearts.
I was born in a small, earthen den. Roots hung down from the ceiling, while tender white tubers trailed from the walls. It was snug and warm. It was my home, and I shared it with my newborn sibings, all small and mewing and still-moist with fluid from the birthing. Our small, frail chestnut-and-cream coloured bodies pressed together for warmth.
There were six of us. Two females, four males. The eldest of my sisters was named Sunflash, for her temper blazed as hot and wild as the sun?s rays. The younger sister was granted the name Shadow, for she was small and shy, following her sister about but never speaking up for herself. She was a shy, gentle creature, my sister Shadow. Shadow was the second youngest. I was the youngest.
I was the youngest of the four brothers. The eldest of us all was Glacier, for his demeanor was as smooth and cold as the majestic ice mountain. He spoke little, but the small phrases he uttered were meticulous and carefully chosen. Our second eldest brother was named Sonority, for his voice was a beautiful, bell-like sound that rippled over the soul and the mind like warmth from the sun. My last brother, older than me and Shadow but younger than Sonority and Sunflash. He was granted the name Spirit, for he was the boldest and the bravest, often venturing outside the den while I and my brethren were too timid to go out into the light.
As time passed and we grew, the den became crowded. Soon, we knew it was time for us to leave the only home we had ever known.
We could not bear to separate, as close as we were. So we traveled together, sleeping in the wilderness and foraging for berries. We saw and met many unusual creatures. Rattatas with their cunning and razor-sharp fangs, absurd-looking Sentret with floppy ears and fat, rounded tails. Vicious Spearow, bullies who would attack us without provocation. We faced many hardships...predators in the form of the Scyther and the Pinsir, the wild Persians and Growlithes.
As weeks turned into months and months melted into years, we all grew. My brethren underwent strange and wondrous evolutions.
Glacier was so different now. He had transformed into a vulpine beast of the seas.Instead of having brown and creamy fur, his skin was now a smooth azure, the fur no longer fluffy and long but short and fine. His ears had become stiff and webbed fins, and a majestic frill had erupted from his neck. A webbed spine ran down his back, and his tail had lengthened and ended in elegant fins. He was a majestic beast of the waters now.
Sunflash?s fur had become a deep red now, the color of russet leaves in autumn. Her chest fur became long, golden and flowing, seemingly spun out of fire and sunlight. Her tail was now a majestic long brush of gold, rivaling the sun itself in brightness and colour.
Spirit?s body had also transformed, granting him blazing speed. He could outrun the rapid wrath of the lighting, and his cry was the roll of thunder. His brown fur became dull gold and his white ruff spiked out wildly. Spines bristled along the length of his body, giving him a wild and fearsome appearance. He was one with the wind and the thunder.
Sonority?s transformation was the most elegant, befitting his personality. His fur was no longer fluffy, but smooth and fine like Glacier?s. It had turned lavender. His ears elongated and widened, giving him hypersenstive hearing. Long whiskers sprouted from his muzzle, and he could read the very air currents themselves with them. His tail became long, thin and whiplike, and bisected at the end. A small red gem glittered at his forehead.
But it was Shadow?s transformation that was the eeriest. Her fur became like Sonority?s, but it was jet black, blacker than the blackest midnight. Her tail and ears became thick and rounded, ending in pointed coned tips. Faintly glowing yellow circles were etched into her skin, while her eyes became a souless red, a bloodred that pierced the very depths of your souls. She was a creature of the night now.
And I?
Nothing.
I did not transform. I did not evolve. I was still the youngest, weakest. I did not begrudge my brethren?s evolutions, but I wondered why I had not evolved. Oh, how I wanted to! To swim the seas like Glacier, or to spew fire like Sunflash! Or to outrun the thunder and lighthing like Spirit. Or to gain Sonority?s mystic wisdom and inutition. Or to fade into the blackness of the night like Shadow.
But I did not evolve. I was still the weakest, the fifth wheel of our group. I felt....useless. Unneeded.
This bitterness grew inside of me..like a tumor. It grew and grew, until I was consumed by it. In a wild rage, I ran off on one fateful night while my brethren slept.It was to be my greatest mistake...
I was not aware of it, but we were situated near a massive gorge. The edges of the cliffs gave way to heart-stopping drops where below, jagged chunks and shards of obsidian jutted up, their sharp edges waiting to pierce the soft flesh of any foolish enough to fall. As I did.
Consumed by blind rage, I remember slipping, falling, stumbling...ground giving away to air....and giving in to the inexorable laws of gravity. Wind roared past my ears, deafening me. My eyes stung and watered, while my paws flailed helplessly. I could only let out a keen of fear as the obsidian rose up to taste my blood.
After that, I remember little of what happened. I remember falling through fire and ice, thunder and darkness, time and light...and after that, I remember only one thing.
Melos and Mew.
Melos, the twin of Mew. Mew, the twin of Melos.
Melos is a melding of darkness and fog. Mew is the light and life. Mew created life. Melos ends life. Melos reaps what Mew sows. Melos is black, blacker than black, a black such as light seems to be swallowed up into its infinite depths. His eyes are a piercing green, glowing poisonous green. And at the end of his tail....a scythe. The Reaper?s scythe. Mew is a light pink, the color of a dusky rose. Her eyes are the color of aquamarine, of a sparkling lake.
Melos.
Mew.
Life and death.
I am life and death now. Eternally suspended between living substance and the shroud of death.
My brethen never found my body. They never saw me again.
I follow them, eternally bound to do so. They do not sense me. They do not hear me. They do not smell me. They do not see me. Yet I am with them always, always following. I am a ghost, a balance of the living and the dead. I am a spirit, following the trails of the alive, the breathing and the warm.
My fur is a dusky gray now. My ears are short and pointed like a cat. My tail is long and thin. Ghostly wings sprout from my back. My eyes are a silver, the silver of unliving and undead. The silver of the moon and the stars.
I am one with the fog.
I am Spectreon.