Post by Kiki on Aug 7, 2009 20:46:46 GMT -5
Based on the thread Saddened from here. There are some major changes, but it mostly stays true to the thread.
A piercing cold wind howled on the flat, stark tundra. Nothing could be seen as the snow swirled around except a lone figure. A boy who looked no older than 17 walked along, his hands clasped behind his back. Blue Articuno wings stuck out from his back and he sighed, brushing a strand of his blue hair behind his ear. He looked up at the sky. Why me? Why must those two constantly bicker? He shook his head, his hair becoming unruly again, but he didn’t care.
“Something troubles you?” a kind voice asked from somewhere. The Articuno morph blinked, startled and looked around. His blue eyes were wide as he tried to find the source of the voice.
“Who is there?” Afurino asked as he continued to look around. He couldn’t locate the source of the voice until another Articuno morph landed. She had a slim form and was slightly shorter than him. Her long blue hair cascaded down her back and her wings were outstretched. She wore a white shirt and black skirt, her tail curled around her leg, while her feathers had a slightly pink tinge.
“We are alike,” she said. Afurino blinked in slight disbelief. In his well over four thousand years of life, he had never seen another Articuno morph. The only other legendary morphs he had encountered had been his sisters, Isoatael, a Moltres morph, and Isenna, a Zapdos morph, and Oreni and Mycila, the quarreling Lugia and Ho-oh morphs, respectively.
“You do not believe I am real. That is the feeling I get from your aura. Reach out and touch me and you will see that I am real enough.” The female morph tossed her blue hair, clearly a bit agitated, but she still exuded calm.
“I…no… I…just…have not seen another one such as I in my over four thousand years of existence…” Afurino’s face colored a little with embarrassment. He wasn’t used to being a fumbling school boy, but, then again, he wasn’t used to talking to others like this. He’d rarely been in contact with the earth-bound as he had followed Oreni and Mycila.
“And I haven’t seen another such as myself in all my three thousand years, but am glad to see one now.” The female morph smiled and Afurino’s blush faded as he nodded. Though she was still suave with her words, he guess she hadn’t talked to others much either. “I have never felt this kind of joy. Would you do the honor of flying with me?”
Afurino bowed out of courtesy, but to hide another blush. He hadn’t flown just to fly in several hundred years. “Of course, m’lady,” he said.
The female bowed back and Afurino got a sense of some suppressed feeling from her aura, but she did very well to hide it. “Apologies. I seem to have forgotten my manners. Please, call me Aion. And what shall I call you?”
“I go by the name of Afurino.”
“Befitting for someone a thousand years before me.”
“I had actually forgotten my name many years until somebody nursed me back to health a decade ago. I do not really find it unique.” He looked away for a moment, remembering the pain that Mycila, the Ho-oh morph, had caused him by blasting him with Sacred Fire to get him off her tail. The girl that had nursed him had been very kind and gentle and he had developed a slight crush on her, but knew it would be best if he had left.
“I see. It is still a nice name. We are two of a kind.” Afurino blinked at Aion’s words, thinking for a moment what she meant. The look on her face said to him she wanted to spend time together. He nodded and a look of relief spread across her face. “Let us fly together. Soaring through the sky, high above the clouds.” She smiled and he smiled shyly back.
“The stars and winds shall guide us.” He knew it was a bad idea for them to travel together but…but… He knew she could look after herself. If she got caught in one of the battles between Oreni and Mycila, she could fend for herself. With that, Aion took off and Afurino followed her high over the layer of clouds that covered the sky.
The two easily kept pace with each other, flying silently side-by-side for a while. Afurino smiled as he did several turns and Aion caught up. It was the first time he had flown just for the sheer joy of it and being with her made it better. “Flight can be dull, but with a friend, it is best of all,” she said.
“Indeed,” he said, continuing to smile. She smiled and pulled close to him, grabbing onto his hands. He blinked as she flew upside down and pulled him up, pulling him into an aerial dance. After a bit, she pulled away and flew off, then looped back. Afurino smiled gently as they fell back into flying next to each other.
“I wish to continue flying with you, through all kind of turbulence which only those with support can weather,” Aion said.
Afurino slowed down considerably, his eyes wide. His heart raced and not just from flying. They had only just met…but she wanted to be with him always? It was a major shock for the normally solitary morph. Aion slowed down and looked at him, concern in her eyes. “Do you not wish to continue flying as friends?”
He was silent for a few minutes, regaining his composure until he responded, “Just what you said… It caught me off guard. I do wish to keep flying.”
“Just as friends…or maybe more someday?” She looked at him with her crystal clear eyes, wanting an answer. He looked away, hesitating.
“Maybe if those two quarrelsome girls stop fighting. Perhaps you’ve heard of Oreni and Mycila?” He was clearly changing the subject, still not sure. They had just met and already she was asking to be mates. But the feeling he got when with her…
“I have and detest their constant bickering. I wish to stop them with my own power, but cannot by my own power.” Aion looked at him.
“I have played peacekeeper since the moment I met them.” Afurino flipped over so he was flying with his wings below him, studying the stars. He remembered well the day he had met the half-sisters. They had all been young, but remembered like it was yesterday. The two had been fighting over a toy and he had negotiated a tentative agreement between them. The fights had escalated over the years until Oreni, the Lugia morph, had begun killing humans that did injustices to Pokemon and other morphs. Mycila fought for the same thing, but preferred just scaring the humans in order to serve justice.
“Were they both injured, they could not keep fighting,” Aion suggested. Afurino looked at her, a bit appalled.
“I cannot bring myself to injure them lest they were attacking me. I normally jump in and break up the fights.” As much as he hated to see them fighting, trying to kill each other, he couldn’t bring himself to harm them. As they had been growing up, there had been a three year period of complete peace. He had grown close to the sisters and cared for them as he had his own. But the pair had begun to quarrel over him next, shattering the peace.
“I could, were I strong enough. Often, I have been caught in their fights and hurt.” Afurino looked at Aion in surprise. His eyes were wide with confusion.
“How is that possible? I follow them always. I only have ever missed one of their fights.”
“It must have been just one fight, then, and bad memories of it,” Aion said and Afurino nodded. He knew how one memory could seemingly turn to many and be expanded.
“Together, maybe we can stop them and stop the fighting for good.”
“Perhaps.” Afurino looked at her a little dubiously if her plan to stop them involved hurting them. He still remembered well those three years they had been close; he kept the peace in hopes those times could possibly return. He knew it was in vain, but the hope was always there.
“Let us try, if nothing else.” He nodded and continued to look at the sky, though he had flipped back to more natural position some minutes before. Aion smiled at him in the pale light of the full moon. “Flying through life’s turbulence with a friend at my side. That is all I wish.”
Afurino smiled and did a few corkscrew turns ahead of Aion, then doubled back to be next to her. She laughed, her hair shining beautifully in the moonlight. Afurino felt a slight blush on his face. “My first laugh in nearly twenty-five hundred years.”
“That is good,” Afurino said as she smiled and Aion nodded. The light of the moon seemed to be caught in her crystal clear blue eyes when she looked at him.
“Why do I feel so much joy near you?” Afurino blinked at her question.
“I do not know,” he said, truly not knowing. He allowed himself to smile again, also feeling the joy of being with her.
“This joy… It makes me want to be with you for all time,” she murmured, looking away. “Perhaps…this is what they call love?” Even in pale moonlight, he could see her blushing and it caused him to blush more himself.
“I do not know.”
“How can we find out?”
“I do not know,” he repeated softly.
“What should we do…if it is love?” Afurino went silent at this question. Again, he didn’t know the answer and didn’t like it. Of all the things he had experienced, this was the most joyous, but also didn’t like being in the dark. He’d heard of people being in love, but never had seen himself in love because of Mycila and Oreni’s bickering. “Afurino…?” He blinked and looked at her. Her eyes showed clear concern that he hadn’t answered her.
“Apologies, Aion. I just…do not know how to deal with this. I…have never before been in love before…”
“Neither have I and am not sure if I really am, but I may be.” He nodded and brushed her hand with his fingers. She blushed more, then grabbed his hand. He grabbed her other hand and pulled her into a close embrace, closing his eyes. “This…is love.”
“Yes.”
Afurino felt Aion dive down low, his wings almost brushing the hard tundra ground, but she pulled up, back into the sky. They replicated the aerial dance from earlier, but put more feeling, passion, into it. He kissed her deeply and let their tongues join in with their movements. After a minute, they broke apart.
“Afurino?”
“Hm?”
“Might we fly through life…as lovers?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation, his confidence growing.
They continued to dance in the embrace, swirling, diving, dipping, twirling. Afurino closed his eyes again and broke away from her, letting his wild instincts take over. He felt his body dancing a primordial dance, one of millions of years that Articuno had done innumerable times to keep the species going. He opened his eyes and saw Aion moving in time with his dance, sheer joy on her face.
The two came back together in a tight embrace and kissed passionately again. Afurino knew what she wanted and took her to his roost, a small cave on a high mountain that was accessible only by flight. A small bed and crude table and chair stood in the cave. The two laid on the bed and became one as a new day dawned.
A piercing cold wind howled on the flat, stark tundra. Nothing could be seen as the snow swirled around except a lone figure. A boy who looked no older than 17 walked along, his hands clasped behind his back. Blue Articuno wings stuck out from his back and he sighed, brushing a strand of his blue hair behind his ear. He looked up at the sky. Why me? Why must those two constantly bicker? He shook his head, his hair becoming unruly again, but he didn’t care.
“Something troubles you?” a kind voice asked from somewhere. The Articuno morph blinked, startled and looked around. His blue eyes were wide as he tried to find the source of the voice.
“Who is there?” Afurino asked as he continued to look around. He couldn’t locate the source of the voice until another Articuno morph landed. She had a slim form and was slightly shorter than him. Her long blue hair cascaded down her back and her wings were outstretched. She wore a white shirt and black skirt, her tail curled around her leg, while her feathers had a slightly pink tinge.
“We are alike,” she said. Afurino blinked in slight disbelief. In his well over four thousand years of life, he had never seen another Articuno morph. The only other legendary morphs he had encountered had been his sisters, Isoatael, a Moltres morph, and Isenna, a Zapdos morph, and Oreni and Mycila, the quarreling Lugia and Ho-oh morphs, respectively.
“You do not believe I am real. That is the feeling I get from your aura. Reach out and touch me and you will see that I am real enough.” The female morph tossed her blue hair, clearly a bit agitated, but she still exuded calm.
“I…no… I…just…have not seen another one such as I in my over four thousand years of existence…” Afurino’s face colored a little with embarrassment. He wasn’t used to being a fumbling school boy, but, then again, he wasn’t used to talking to others like this. He’d rarely been in contact with the earth-bound as he had followed Oreni and Mycila.
“And I haven’t seen another such as myself in all my three thousand years, but am glad to see one now.” The female morph smiled and Afurino’s blush faded as he nodded. Though she was still suave with her words, he guess she hadn’t talked to others much either. “I have never felt this kind of joy. Would you do the honor of flying with me?”
Afurino bowed out of courtesy, but to hide another blush. He hadn’t flown just to fly in several hundred years. “Of course, m’lady,” he said.
The female bowed back and Afurino got a sense of some suppressed feeling from her aura, but she did very well to hide it. “Apologies. I seem to have forgotten my manners. Please, call me Aion. And what shall I call you?”
“I go by the name of Afurino.”
“Befitting for someone a thousand years before me.”
“I had actually forgotten my name many years until somebody nursed me back to health a decade ago. I do not really find it unique.” He looked away for a moment, remembering the pain that Mycila, the Ho-oh morph, had caused him by blasting him with Sacred Fire to get him off her tail. The girl that had nursed him had been very kind and gentle and he had developed a slight crush on her, but knew it would be best if he had left.
“I see. It is still a nice name. We are two of a kind.” Afurino blinked at Aion’s words, thinking for a moment what she meant. The look on her face said to him she wanted to spend time together. He nodded and a look of relief spread across her face. “Let us fly together. Soaring through the sky, high above the clouds.” She smiled and he smiled shyly back.
“The stars and winds shall guide us.” He knew it was a bad idea for them to travel together but…but… He knew she could look after herself. If she got caught in one of the battles between Oreni and Mycila, she could fend for herself. With that, Aion took off and Afurino followed her high over the layer of clouds that covered the sky.
The two easily kept pace with each other, flying silently side-by-side for a while. Afurino smiled as he did several turns and Aion caught up. It was the first time he had flown just for the sheer joy of it and being with her made it better. “Flight can be dull, but with a friend, it is best of all,” she said.
“Indeed,” he said, continuing to smile. She smiled and pulled close to him, grabbing onto his hands. He blinked as she flew upside down and pulled him up, pulling him into an aerial dance. After a bit, she pulled away and flew off, then looped back. Afurino smiled gently as they fell back into flying next to each other.
“I wish to continue flying with you, through all kind of turbulence which only those with support can weather,” Aion said.
Afurino slowed down considerably, his eyes wide. His heart raced and not just from flying. They had only just met…but she wanted to be with him always? It was a major shock for the normally solitary morph. Aion slowed down and looked at him, concern in her eyes. “Do you not wish to continue flying as friends?”
He was silent for a few minutes, regaining his composure until he responded, “Just what you said… It caught me off guard. I do wish to keep flying.”
“Just as friends…or maybe more someday?” She looked at him with her crystal clear eyes, wanting an answer. He looked away, hesitating.
“Maybe if those two quarrelsome girls stop fighting. Perhaps you’ve heard of Oreni and Mycila?” He was clearly changing the subject, still not sure. They had just met and already she was asking to be mates. But the feeling he got when with her…
“I have and detest their constant bickering. I wish to stop them with my own power, but cannot by my own power.” Aion looked at him.
“I have played peacekeeper since the moment I met them.” Afurino flipped over so he was flying with his wings below him, studying the stars. He remembered well the day he had met the half-sisters. They had all been young, but remembered like it was yesterday. The two had been fighting over a toy and he had negotiated a tentative agreement between them. The fights had escalated over the years until Oreni, the Lugia morph, had begun killing humans that did injustices to Pokemon and other morphs. Mycila fought for the same thing, but preferred just scaring the humans in order to serve justice.
“Were they both injured, they could not keep fighting,” Aion suggested. Afurino looked at her, a bit appalled.
“I cannot bring myself to injure them lest they were attacking me. I normally jump in and break up the fights.” As much as he hated to see them fighting, trying to kill each other, he couldn’t bring himself to harm them. As they had been growing up, there had been a three year period of complete peace. He had grown close to the sisters and cared for them as he had his own. But the pair had begun to quarrel over him next, shattering the peace.
“I could, were I strong enough. Often, I have been caught in their fights and hurt.” Afurino looked at Aion in surprise. His eyes were wide with confusion.
“How is that possible? I follow them always. I only have ever missed one of their fights.”
“It must have been just one fight, then, and bad memories of it,” Aion said and Afurino nodded. He knew how one memory could seemingly turn to many and be expanded.
“Together, maybe we can stop them and stop the fighting for good.”
“Perhaps.” Afurino looked at her a little dubiously if her plan to stop them involved hurting them. He still remembered well those three years they had been close; he kept the peace in hopes those times could possibly return. He knew it was in vain, but the hope was always there.
“Let us try, if nothing else.” He nodded and continued to look at the sky, though he had flipped back to more natural position some minutes before. Aion smiled at him in the pale light of the full moon. “Flying through life’s turbulence with a friend at my side. That is all I wish.”
Afurino smiled and did a few corkscrew turns ahead of Aion, then doubled back to be next to her. She laughed, her hair shining beautifully in the moonlight. Afurino felt a slight blush on his face. “My first laugh in nearly twenty-five hundred years.”
“That is good,” Afurino said as she smiled and Aion nodded. The light of the moon seemed to be caught in her crystal clear blue eyes when she looked at him.
“Why do I feel so much joy near you?” Afurino blinked at her question.
“I do not know,” he said, truly not knowing. He allowed himself to smile again, also feeling the joy of being with her.
“This joy… It makes me want to be with you for all time,” she murmured, looking away. “Perhaps…this is what they call love?” Even in pale moonlight, he could see her blushing and it caused him to blush more himself.
“I do not know.”
“How can we find out?”
“I do not know,” he repeated softly.
“What should we do…if it is love?” Afurino went silent at this question. Again, he didn’t know the answer and didn’t like it. Of all the things he had experienced, this was the most joyous, but also didn’t like being in the dark. He’d heard of people being in love, but never had seen himself in love because of Mycila and Oreni’s bickering. “Afurino…?” He blinked and looked at her. Her eyes showed clear concern that he hadn’t answered her.
“Apologies, Aion. I just…do not know how to deal with this. I…have never before been in love before…”
“Neither have I and am not sure if I really am, but I may be.” He nodded and brushed her hand with his fingers. She blushed more, then grabbed his hand. He grabbed her other hand and pulled her into a close embrace, closing his eyes. “This…is love.”
“Yes.”
Afurino felt Aion dive down low, his wings almost brushing the hard tundra ground, but she pulled up, back into the sky. They replicated the aerial dance from earlier, but put more feeling, passion, into it. He kissed her deeply and let their tongues join in with their movements. After a minute, they broke apart.
“Afurino?”
“Hm?”
“Might we fly through life…as lovers?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation, his confidence growing.
They continued to dance in the embrace, swirling, diving, dipping, twirling. Afurino closed his eyes again and broke away from her, letting his wild instincts take over. He felt his body dancing a primordial dance, one of millions of years that Articuno had done innumerable times to keep the species going. He opened his eyes and saw Aion moving in time with his dance, sheer joy on her face.
The two came back together in a tight embrace and kissed passionately again. Afurino knew what she wanted and took her to his roost, a small cave on a high mountain that was accessible only by flight. A small bed and crude table and chair stood in the cave. The two laid on the bed and became one as a new day dawned.
