A/N: Something I dreamt up. Short stories about the Elder Dragons and the Splatoon world along with my very own plot... joy.
{Scales as black as night,
you represent a new change,
but eclispe even the darkest of nights}- Mem Cake #81: Gore Magala
The leaves rustle, the birds chitter nevously, and black mist taints the ground. A beast, black as night and scales of what looks to be obsidian growls. The ground around it rots and curls, the birds flee in panic. But the beast cares not. It feels, and it touches, and it knows.
The beast lifts its head up as rain falls, but cannot wash away the dark mist that surrounds the dark beast. This, was Gore Magala, it had no destined class, however if anything it should be classed as an Elder Dragon for its power and might. However, it is not, and such knowledge is long gone.
The humans were gone, and beasts began to evolve. From the wolves came the Zinogres, from horses they made Kirins, from lizards of all shapes came great wyvrens and dragons, capable of flame, thunder, and all in between. Cattle turned to Apitoths, and soon the world was populated by monsters thanks to the fallout of nuclear warfare.
However not all knowledge was lost, for the new "humanoids", those Inklings (and Octolings) , had found ruins of what these monsters were. They worshipped the beasts, the elder dragons, for they feared if they angered them, the world would be torned assunder. Herbivore beasts were tamed, used for their meat and bones.
Not all could be peaceful. The 'Inklings' and the 'Octolings' went to war, which lasted a good 100 years, however crimes against nature was done. The Octolings caught monsters, killed them, and used them for armor, for their weaponry. The made great machines out of the bodies of monsters to slaughter the Inklings.
This caused an outrage amongst the Elders. They raged on the fields, turning fields of greens to ashes, caused Inklings and Octolings to flee in terror as lightning, water, and ice rained down onto them. Many died, however mostly in the Inkling and Octoling's parts. The Inklings won, and the Octolings fled to the kettles.
The Inklings tried to make up to the Elders, and managed to do so, however the Elders were cautious. What if Inklings tried to do the same? But they didn't. The Inklings kept their promises to the Elders, so the Elders decided to gift the world with their abilities.
The Elder known as Kushala Daora would bring either rain or destruction to Inkling Society, keeping the farms well watered but also a warning to the Inklings that the Elders can still destroy them all. The Elder known as Ahtal-Ka helped to build the great cities as they were today, Inkpolis was one of the first of which Inklings and Elders created. A masterpiece, so many claimed. The Elder of thunder and electricity itself, Kirin, gifted the Inklings with the Great Zapfish so they would not pollute the world like the humans have once done.
Peace and Prosperity rained down on Inkling kind, and the Elders made sure the Beasts didn't ruin it. In the Calamari County, you can hear stories of how monsters are co-existing with the Inklings to help run the place.
The Gore Magala glanced around. It could feel it. Something was sturring, the fates gates were running. It knew something was going to happen. It wasn't a feel in the stomache kind of warning, but the sense of the mind. The Magala snarled, and darted off, the black mists rolling off its scales and leaving more rot in its place, however in due time the rot was replaced by new flowers.
Life continues, and so the Festival rolls on, never ending not even for a beast like Gore Magala.