Wow, I never realized just how many writers here liked to use Supernatural aspects to their Pokemon Stories. Be that as it may, I'm one of them.
WARNING! This Fiction contains Blood and Violence
Full Moon
Chapitre 1: The Princess and The First Knight
Tonight was an interesting night. At this hour, the forest was usually silent. Even the trees normally would not rustle with noise as a cool evening breeze flew through their many leaves and branches. The eerie silence was what this particular neck of the woods was famous for. But tonight, it seemed like Destiny had other things in mind for its denizens.
The trees still remained ever silent, but through this, one could definitely hear a strange commotion going about, as though they themselves might be its cause. Winged creatures that rest in the forest's leafy arms were awake and chattering, their wings fluttered as they cried their cries in annoyance. Down below, something was happening. An owl-like creature, resting by itself on one particular tree, peered down into the abyss, but with its eyes it could see clearly what was going on, or at least it tried, for all the little Hoothoot saw were several black and silvery streaks dashing near the roots of its perch. They were chasing after a smaller, brown streak. For what reason, it didn't particularly care. As soon as it heard the other birds chatting up a storm in the nearby nests, it knew that whatever they were, they were now moving farther from where it was.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the little brown streak was beginning to lose its breath. He had been running and jumping for quite some time, and even when he found so many places to hide, he was too tense to get a proper breathe of air, or he would be found in nothing flat. Mightyenas were known for being persistent, and they were built to be persistent in whatever endeavor they had. It was quite the misfortune for this little one to come across these creatures' food supply, let alone steal some of it for himself, without the proper knowledge of who it belonged to, or even knowledge that it belonged to someone for that matter.
And so here he was, suffering for a crime he did not know he had committed. And how could he know? He had been on a long journey, and it had left his mind nothing but thoughts of hunger. But now was not the time to vouch for himself. Those Pokemon were not going to listen to reason, certainly not from a little Eevee much like himself.
He did not dare look back, only to find that he was mere moments away from his pursuers. If it were to end here, he would definitely not want to see it. I he were lucky, he wouldn't feel any pain and simply keep on running all the way to the next world. But this was not his story alone for fate to change. It was also hers.
Kaithlyn continued to walk slowly into the thick of the woods. She peered around for any twigs or branches that might scratch or tear her elegant black skirt or long warm sleeves. Her scarlet red cloak flowed behind her in every which way the wind took it. It danced elegantly to the rhythm of its invisible partner as the cold night brought a frosty white mist to her breath. Her hands, wrapped in silky white gloves clasped each other together tightly; as she took care in aligning each and every step to the tune she began to hum in her head. Soon, her lips opened again and from them came a most enchanting voice. It seemed to make the air even chillier around her and the forest seemed to be painted in a layer of fog. Yet the voice seemed to convey something even more beautiful. Its sweet and mellow tone was the sort that made one want to snuggle up close with someone and share in a warm embrace, or perhaps enjoy a delightfully hot drink on nights even colder than this. It was a voice of longing, longing for a companion. And yet, such a sad and charming tone came from someone whose eyes seemed to be even colder than anything one might imagine. Kaithlyn continued her singing as she slowly and solemnly marched into the woods. Her eyes continued to bear no sort of emotion as they peered past the corners of her hood. She was waiting for someone, and this song was for that someone to know she is still waiting and that she is waiting in that spot.
Who she was waiting for was not certain, but our other little friend had definitely heard her. And after hearing such a strangely wonderful tune, it seemed that time had stopped for him. He was no longer in the woods, he was somewhere else. His pursuers were not with him, yet he could not move his legs, or any part of his body. His neck, refusing to obey his commands seemed to force his face to keep on looking forward. Before him, there were no trees, there wasn't even a ground. All there was was a lone shadow. Somehow, the Eevee could see with his own eyes that the haunting song was coming from that shadow. There were no questions asked. He had to get closer; he had to find that shadow, if it meant he could continue listening to that song. But Fate wasn't going to let him off so easily it seemed.
The Eevee winced. A sudden pain came shooting into his back like a Thunderbolt. It began to make its way slowly all over his body like a seed slowly spreading its roots into the ground. His vision was coated on red as he tried to utter something to describe this horrible pain. Back in the woods, one of the Mightyena had finally caught him, and nestled its sharp fangs into its back to make sure he could no longer escape. The Eevee could hear it now, the sound of his own blood dripping from his fur, and the Mightyena's teeth sinking and cutting deeper into his flesh. Hearing it made the pain even more intense now. Having snapped back to reality, he began to struggle. His paws lashed about wildly, his mouth could now utter piercing yelps, but the Mightyena for a while did not move from his position. Eventually, it waved its head and threw its prey a good few feet from it, crashing into the ground.
The Eevee immediately tried to get up, and looked as if he had suddenly decided on ignoring the pain altogether. The Mightyena glared at him with a deadly gaze. It licked its chops of the blood splattered across its muzzle, and for some time continued to glare at the little Pokemon's attempts to get up, before shaking it from its face completely. It wasn't going to expose its tongue to such a pathetic taste.
The injured Pokemon had managed to get back on his feet, but did not dare look at his assailant. Rather, he did not seem as interested anymore. His head bowed down and turned towards his back; towards the source of the haunting voice. He began limping quietly away, and the Mightyena just stood there still watching. It then uttered a long and low growl, before finally giving up itself. This was a waste of time, it thought, and with a swift motion of its head, its entire pack began to move in the opposite direction, deeper into the woods where they lived. Just as he, too was about to make his leave, the Mightyena turned back once more to look at the Eevee. It barely moved a few inches, and already, a puddle of blood formed around it. This won't last long, he thought gruffly, and followed the rest of its pack into the darkness of the night. He looked ahead to see his pack stalking into the forest normally. It was evident none of them could hear what he heard. An enchanting and beautiful voice; a voice that he expected to hear this night. And as he looked up to see the moon, bright and round sitting comfortably in the sky, he remembered what he was told a long time ago when he was a small pup.
On a night after the full moon is born, a beautiful voice can be heard. It seemed to call out to the select few Pokemon who would hear it. It asked them to come to its aide. However, under no circumstances was he or any Pokemon ever allowed to follow it to its source. There were many different reasons as to why this was, all coming from different words of mouth. But they all seemed to call it "a fate worse than death."
Hopefully, that little one will be dead before he meets that fate, thought the Mightyena. He clenched his teeth tightly and growled one last time as he and his entire pack broke into a run and made their way home.
Please, I need to get closer, was all the Eevee could think about. It was still suffering the full brunt of pain the Mightyena gave him, however, he was no longer afraid. He looked at it somewhat like an annoyance; a hindrance that was preventing him from getting closer to the thing he desired. I need to find where the voice is coming from... If he still had the energy to yell, he would have done so, if in some way it would motivate his limbs to move faster. Please, I have to... His legs would not listen to his thoughts, they were much too busy trying to get the blood flowing so they could move at all. Please...
The Eevee began to feel groggy. His vision blurred, the pain in his body was starting to crawl back and brought a large amount of fear with it. This is it, He mustered all his energy to think. I'm going to die. The fear had managed to knock some sense back into the little Pokemon as it finally collapsed on the ground. Its eyes closed slowly, trying as hard as they could not to be able to think about anything else. The Eevee began to notice his own breathing, and that it was becoming much harder to do so. Eventually, all there was was the blackness of his mind, and the soft sound of footsteps getting closer to him.
Kaithlyn looked down upon the awful scene. She had heard an intense yelping and made her way to its source, only to find that he was lying in a puddle of his own blood, breathing heavily. Such a gruesome sight though did not seem to affect her. She gazed at the little Pokemon with eyes as cold as ever.
She was quiet for a while, and then suddenly knelt down before the victim. Remaining silent, she closed her eyes and began to carefully remove her silk gloves. Setting them aside in her pocket, she picked up the Eevee and nestled it warmly in her arms. And something truly awe-inspiring occurred; Kaithlyn's eyes were no longer cold. They, in fact emanated such a warm and gentle gaze upon her ward. "So it seems you went to great lengths to come here, just to find me," she said softly. With a free hand, she reached into her pocket once more and pulled out a small ring. One of its sides was slightly altered to be pointy and sharp, almost like a claw. She fastened it unto her hand in a manner in which it did resemble a silver claw upon her finger. She looked down at the Pokemon in her arms, and gave him the slightest of smiles. "Your valor shall be rewarded, little one. It shall be known for all time," she said as she stroked the fur near its open, still dripping wound. "And so shall it be known that you will be my first warrior."
With this, Kaithlyn plunged the silver claw into the Eevee's open wound. The Eevee made no sign of restraint, nor did it even make show any sign of life, save for a tiny breath escaping its mouth. She then retracted it, now dipped in a thick, glistening layer of blood. She eyed the crimson blade for a while before quietly moving her hand towards her face. She placed the claw's edge daintily in her mouth, and licked off the blood.
"Thy blood is now mine, and thus are thy gifts from The Mother," she whispered.
She then placed the bladed finger against her thumb. With the slightest motion, her own blood had been drawn from a small cut. As it bled out, Kaithlyn placed her thumb near the Pokemon's face. A small drop fell from it, and towards his open mouth.
"My blood is now yours, and thus my gifts from The Mother,"
The little Eevee did not know where he was, nor could he hope to describe it. His feet felt nothing underneath them, a sign that he was not on the ground. Wherever he was though, he soon found himself being forcively evicted from it. He could feel an immensely powerful breeze blowing behind him. He wasn't sure if he was moving or not, it was difficult to even describe if he was stationary in the first place, but his long, brown ears and bushy tail could definitely feel like something was blowing against them. His own body felt like it was being tugged. Suddenly, the breeze stopped blowing. His ears and tail bounced back up, and his fur no longer felt like it was being pulled. He now felt warm and cozy, as though he was being cuddled by his own mother. He then realized that all the while, his eyes were somehow closed. He opened them slowly, and found himself nestled in the arms of a human. As he looked up to her, he saw a kind smile and loving eyes looking back at him. It made him feel all the more warm, all the more comfortable to be nestled in her arms. The girl began to stroke his fur, and as he watched her delicate fingers run through his back, he had the feeling that something wasn't quite right. His mortal wound was now gone. He looked back at where it was, and it was no longer there, nor did it show any signs of being there to begin with.
In such a situation, one is prone to worry about how this all fit together, but for the Eevee, all it could think about was how comfortable it had felt. Such a feeling had never come into him in the longest time. He purred softly to show his thanks to the girl, and she continued to look at him with the same sweet look.
"You've had it rough tonight, little one. So for now, let us return home to rest. And tomorrow, everything begins," Kaithlyn told her new companion softly. When she said this, her face had changed. No longer did it look too cheerful, yet it did retain a mellow and dreamy quality of it. She seemed slightly distressed about something, as though she had forgotten some small detail. The Eevee did not really care for this though, and was already just about to fall asleep when he quietly whispered to her. "Good night, then..." He paused suddenly. He realized he did not know who this person was. Kaithlyn looked at him quietly, and simply told him "call me Princess." The Eevee smiled again and proceeded to close its eyes once more. "Good night, Princess."
Kaithlyn smiled at hearing this and began to walk towards the direction of her home. She thought quietly to herself during the first-few steps. Then she looked down at the Pokemon nestled warmly in her arms. "Good Night, Sol."
WARNING! This Fiction contains Blood and Violence
Full Moon
Chapitre 1: The Princess and The First Knight
Tonight was an interesting night. At this hour, the forest was usually silent. Even the trees normally would not rustle with noise as a cool evening breeze flew through their many leaves and branches. The eerie silence was what this particular neck of the woods was famous for. But tonight, it seemed like Destiny had other things in mind for its denizens.
The trees still remained ever silent, but through this, one could definitely hear a strange commotion going about, as though they themselves might be its cause. Winged creatures that rest in the forest's leafy arms were awake and chattering, their wings fluttered as they cried their cries in annoyance. Down below, something was happening. An owl-like creature, resting by itself on one particular tree, peered down into the abyss, but with its eyes it could see clearly what was going on, or at least it tried, for all the little Hoothoot saw were several black and silvery streaks dashing near the roots of its perch. They were chasing after a smaller, brown streak. For what reason, it didn't particularly care. As soon as it heard the other birds chatting up a storm in the nearby nests, it knew that whatever they were, they were now moving farther from where it was.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the little brown streak was beginning to lose its breath. He had been running and jumping for quite some time, and even when he found so many places to hide, he was too tense to get a proper breathe of air, or he would be found in nothing flat. Mightyenas were known for being persistent, and they were built to be persistent in whatever endeavor they had. It was quite the misfortune for this little one to come across these creatures' food supply, let alone steal some of it for himself, without the proper knowledge of who it belonged to, or even knowledge that it belonged to someone for that matter.
And so here he was, suffering for a crime he did not know he had committed. And how could he know? He had been on a long journey, and it had left his mind nothing but thoughts of hunger. But now was not the time to vouch for himself. Those Pokemon were not going to listen to reason, certainly not from a little Eevee much like himself.
He did not dare look back, only to find that he was mere moments away from his pursuers. If it were to end here, he would definitely not want to see it. I he were lucky, he wouldn't feel any pain and simply keep on running all the way to the next world. But this was not his story alone for fate to change. It was also hers.
Kaithlyn continued to walk slowly into the thick of the woods. She peered around for any twigs or branches that might scratch or tear her elegant black skirt or long warm sleeves. Her scarlet red cloak flowed behind her in every which way the wind took it. It danced elegantly to the rhythm of its invisible partner as the cold night brought a frosty white mist to her breath. Her hands, wrapped in silky white gloves clasped each other together tightly; as she took care in aligning each and every step to the tune she began to hum in her head. Soon, her lips opened again and from them came a most enchanting voice. It seemed to make the air even chillier around her and the forest seemed to be painted in a layer of fog. Yet the voice seemed to convey something even more beautiful. Its sweet and mellow tone was the sort that made one want to snuggle up close with someone and share in a warm embrace, or perhaps enjoy a delightfully hot drink on nights even colder than this. It was a voice of longing, longing for a companion. And yet, such a sad and charming tone came from someone whose eyes seemed to be even colder than anything one might imagine. Kaithlyn continued her singing as she slowly and solemnly marched into the woods. Her eyes continued to bear no sort of emotion as they peered past the corners of her hood. She was waiting for someone, and this song was for that someone to know she is still waiting and that she is waiting in that spot.
Who she was waiting for was not certain, but our other little friend had definitely heard her. And after hearing such a strangely wonderful tune, it seemed that time had stopped for him. He was no longer in the woods, he was somewhere else. His pursuers were not with him, yet he could not move his legs, or any part of his body. His neck, refusing to obey his commands seemed to force his face to keep on looking forward. Before him, there were no trees, there wasn't even a ground. All there was was a lone shadow. Somehow, the Eevee could see with his own eyes that the haunting song was coming from that shadow. There were no questions asked. He had to get closer; he had to find that shadow, if it meant he could continue listening to that song. But Fate wasn't going to let him off so easily it seemed.
The Eevee winced. A sudden pain came shooting into his back like a Thunderbolt. It began to make its way slowly all over his body like a seed slowly spreading its roots into the ground. His vision was coated on red as he tried to utter something to describe this horrible pain. Back in the woods, one of the Mightyena had finally caught him, and nestled its sharp fangs into its back to make sure he could no longer escape. The Eevee could hear it now, the sound of his own blood dripping from his fur, and the Mightyena's teeth sinking and cutting deeper into his flesh. Hearing it made the pain even more intense now. Having snapped back to reality, he began to struggle. His paws lashed about wildly, his mouth could now utter piercing yelps, but the Mightyena for a while did not move from his position. Eventually, it waved its head and threw its prey a good few feet from it, crashing into the ground.
The Eevee immediately tried to get up, and looked as if he had suddenly decided on ignoring the pain altogether. The Mightyena glared at him with a deadly gaze. It licked its chops of the blood splattered across its muzzle, and for some time continued to glare at the little Pokemon's attempts to get up, before shaking it from its face completely. It wasn't going to expose its tongue to such a pathetic taste.
The injured Pokemon had managed to get back on his feet, but did not dare look at his assailant. Rather, he did not seem as interested anymore. His head bowed down and turned towards his back; towards the source of the haunting voice. He began limping quietly away, and the Mightyena just stood there still watching. It then uttered a long and low growl, before finally giving up itself. This was a waste of time, it thought, and with a swift motion of its head, its entire pack began to move in the opposite direction, deeper into the woods where they lived. Just as he, too was about to make his leave, the Mightyena turned back once more to look at the Eevee. It barely moved a few inches, and already, a puddle of blood formed around it. This won't last long, he thought gruffly, and followed the rest of its pack into the darkness of the night. He looked ahead to see his pack stalking into the forest normally. It was evident none of them could hear what he heard. An enchanting and beautiful voice; a voice that he expected to hear this night. And as he looked up to see the moon, bright and round sitting comfortably in the sky, he remembered what he was told a long time ago when he was a small pup.
On a night after the full moon is born, a beautiful voice can be heard. It seemed to call out to the select few Pokemon who would hear it. It asked them to come to its aide. However, under no circumstances was he or any Pokemon ever allowed to follow it to its source. There were many different reasons as to why this was, all coming from different words of mouth. But they all seemed to call it "a fate worse than death."
Hopefully, that little one will be dead before he meets that fate, thought the Mightyena. He clenched his teeth tightly and growled one last time as he and his entire pack broke into a run and made their way home.
Please, I need to get closer, was all the Eevee could think about. It was still suffering the full brunt of pain the Mightyena gave him, however, he was no longer afraid. He looked at it somewhat like an annoyance; a hindrance that was preventing him from getting closer to the thing he desired. I need to find where the voice is coming from... If he still had the energy to yell, he would have done so, if in some way it would motivate his limbs to move faster. Please, I have to... His legs would not listen to his thoughts, they were much too busy trying to get the blood flowing so they could move at all. Please...
The Eevee began to feel groggy. His vision blurred, the pain in his body was starting to crawl back and brought a large amount of fear with it. This is it, He mustered all his energy to think. I'm going to die. The fear had managed to knock some sense back into the little Pokemon as it finally collapsed on the ground. Its eyes closed slowly, trying as hard as they could not to be able to think about anything else. The Eevee began to notice his own breathing, and that it was becoming much harder to do so. Eventually, all there was was the blackness of his mind, and the soft sound of footsteps getting closer to him.
Kaithlyn looked down upon the awful scene. She had heard an intense yelping and made her way to its source, only to find that he was lying in a puddle of his own blood, breathing heavily. Such a gruesome sight though did not seem to affect her. She gazed at the little Pokemon with eyes as cold as ever.
She was quiet for a while, and then suddenly knelt down before the victim. Remaining silent, she closed her eyes and began to carefully remove her silk gloves. Setting them aside in her pocket, she picked up the Eevee and nestled it warmly in her arms. And something truly awe-inspiring occurred; Kaithlyn's eyes were no longer cold. They, in fact emanated such a warm and gentle gaze upon her ward. "So it seems you went to great lengths to come here, just to find me," she said softly. With a free hand, she reached into her pocket once more and pulled out a small ring. One of its sides was slightly altered to be pointy and sharp, almost like a claw. She fastened it unto her hand in a manner in which it did resemble a silver claw upon her finger. She looked down at the Pokemon in her arms, and gave him the slightest of smiles. "Your valor shall be rewarded, little one. It shall be known for all time," she said as she stroked the fur near its open, still dripping wound. "And so shall it be known that you will be my first warrior."
With this, Kaithlyn plunged the silver claw into the Eevee's open wound. The Eevee made no sign of restraint, nor did it even make show any sign of life, save for a tiny breath escaping its mouth. She then retracted it, now dipped in a thick, glistening layer of blood. She eyed the crimson blade for a while before quietly moving her hand towards her face. She placed the claw's edge daintily in her mouth, and licked off the blood.
"Thy blood is now mine, and thus are thy gifts from The Mother," she whispered.
She then placed the bladed finger against her thumb. With the slightest motion, her own blood had been drawn from a small cut. As it bled out, Kaithlyn placed her thumb near the Pokemon's face. A small drop fell from it, and towards his open mouth.
"My blood is now yours, and thus my gifts from The Mother,"
The little Eevee did not know where he was, nor could he hope to describe it. His feet felt nothing underneath them, a sign that he was not on the ground. Wherever he was though, he soon found himself being forcively evicted from it. He could feel an immensely powerful breeze blowing behind him. He wasn't sure if he was moving or not, it was difficult to even describe if he was stationary in the first place, but his long, brown ears and bushy tail could definitely feel like something was blowing against them. His own body felt like it was being tugged. Suddenly, the breeze stopped blowing. His ears and tail bounced back up, and his fur no longer felt like it was being pulled. He now felt warm and cozy, as though he was being cuddled by his own mother. He then realized that all the while, his eyes were somehow closed. He opened them slowly, and found himself nestled in the arms of a human. As he looked up to her, he saw a kind smile and loving eyes looking back at him. It made him feel all the more warm, all the more comfortable to be nestled in her arms. The girl began to stroke his fur, and as he watched her delicate fingers run through his back, he had the feeling that something wasn't quite right. His mortal wound was now gone. He looked back at where it was, and it was no longer there, nor did it show any signs of being there to begin with.
In such a situation, one is prone to worry about how this all fit together, but for the Eevee, all it could think about was how comfortable it had felt. Such a feeling had never come into him in the longest time. He purred softly to show his thanks to the girl, and she continued to look at him with the same sweet look.
"You've had it rough tonight, little one. So for now, let us return home to rest. And tomorrow, everything begins," Kaithlyn told her new companion softly. When she said this, her face had changed. No longer did it look too cheerful, yet it did retain a mellow and dreamy quality of it. She seemed slightly distressed about something, as though she had forgotten some small detail. The Eevee did not really care for this though, and was already just about to fall asleep when he quietly whispered to her. "Good night, then..." He paused suddenly. He realized he did not know who this person was. Kaithlyn looked at him quietly, and simply told him "call me Princess." The Eevee smiled again and proceeded to close its eyes once more. "Good night, Princess."
Kaithlyn smiled at hearing this and began to walk towards the direction of her home. She thought quietly to herself during the first-few steps. Then she looked down at the Pokemon nestled warmly in her arms. "Good Night, Sol."
