Outcast: The Story of Soare

Notes: Sorae is "Sun" in Romanian. I don't own Pokemon, but I do own the character Soare.

-Ch.1 Fur like the Sun-

Reva was a very proud Mightyena. She was a strong huntress, a fast runner, and had attracted the attention of one of the most handsome, and the one of the strongest, Males in the pack, a tall and sleek furred Man, named Fargo. They had been a mated pair for almost a year, and now it was the time for their first litter. She could tell, by the feeling that she got from her belly, the liter was made of three small pups, and she waited out the few months required for development. Knowing how many were in a litter was a mother's duty, and every female could tell how many they were carrying. It was an instinct.

When it was time her labor she and her mate took to their den, and would not let others enter until they were sure the pups were healthy and all had been born and accounted for. The two had been alone in the small den for hours; with nothing to say for the birthing process save a few pained howls and whimpers from Reva. Then to the joy and surprise of both the Mightyena, came the whimper of the first born, a male, similar in looks to Fargo, sleek and with a small but sturdy build. Fargo brought him to her, and as she birthed the second, she licked him clean of all the fluid that had come out on him. It had no taste, no real one, it was slightly bitter, but that was it. An easy task for her, and one she was so glad she got to do.

"Almic." Was the first thing Fargo said to her as he took the cleaned up pup from her, and she nodded, it was a perfect name, and as soon as that was decided, she felt the second of her pups pass out of her, another male, with a sturdy build but fur like hers, black but tinted with the grey of her underbelly and face. He was handsome, and as she tried to clean him, he tried to play with her muzzle, his lack of sight making him hit her nose. She growled at him, he was not making the labor of the fial pup easy, and he silenced, knowing that as a warning. He was promptly named Arlik.

It was almost as soon as Arlik was clean; she felt the last of her litter finally come. She felt joy overwhelm her, at least until she heard the gasp of her mate. Her heart suddenly races, was there something wrong with it, was it deformed, dead? She was frightened, at least, until she saw it for the first time.

She was beautiful, strange but beautiful, with fur like nothing she had ever seen, it was golden blonde, mixed with a honey blonde color, and her eyes were a soft amber color, and of course she was female, the only girl in the litter. Reva and Fargo both looked at her in awe. She was some kind of miracle no doubt. She took to cleaning her only female, wondering what name would fit one so unique. It wasn't until she looked out at the setting sun that it came to her; A name from an older time, one that was sued to describe the sun; Soare.

"It suits." Fargo agreed, "She looks as if Arcues bathed her in the sun before giving her to us." He licked her forehead, and the foreheads of her brothers as well. They all cried, hungry for their first taste of milk, and Reva obliged, laying still as her pups nursed for the first time, the joy of her first nursing overwhelming her. She'd bees so frightened, afraid she would be barren, unable to have pups, but now the promise of raising a first healthy litter; the fear had vanished. Fargo took his place beside her, is body wrapped around her and the pups, but carefully as not to smother them, and he touched his tail to his mate's.

He put his head next to hers, his nose touching hers; she smiled at him her fangs showing in an affectionate way. Now was the time for her to rest, it was well deserved, and she was exhausted. So when the Alpha of the pack entered she did not look up. Instead he was met by Fargo, and it was understood, Alpha or not, a she Mightyena who'd just birthed was excused from having to stand and show her respects. Fargo walked over to him, and bit his chin in submission.

"Heel Fargo, I only came to see the litter. The birth went well?" The Alpha asked, his tine stern, but it held a hint of softness. It was his duty as the Leader of the Pack to make sure the females and pups were all okay, and to take away any deformed or dead pups.

"Yes, Alpha Staran. All was well." Fargo answered. He kept his tone even, and his tail low, not between his legs but low. Staran nodded and walked passed Fargo to get his first glimpse at the litter. His lower jaw dropped as she gazed at the golden female. Is eyes took her in. it was strange, the other two looked normal enough…

"One of your pups, Fargo…" He started, looking at the other male.

"Yes, Alpha Staran, what about one of my pups?" He answered, knowing he was referring to his only daughter.

"its fur, it's blonde." He finished. "Is she okay, any deformities?" He asked. Fargo shook his head before he said, "She's healthy. "

All three of the pups had stopped nursing, and now were taking a nap snuggled into their mother. Staran pulled the small yellow pup from under her, and looked at her, Fargo watched, and fought back a warning growl. Staran nodded, she seemed healthy, but in case…

"If you notice any complications in the future, tell me, but for now she seems healthy, now may I ask the names of your pups, it's more for your sister's sake, you never told me she'd be this naggy of a mate." With that comment Fargo let out a very hearty laugh. "I did warn you she'd be a handful, now didn't I?' he teased, "The two males are Almic and Arlik. The girl is Soare."

'Fitting name.' Staran thought to himself, before turning to take his leave. When he was finally out of sight, Fargo let out a large sigh of relief. He picked up Soare by her scruff and laid her next to her mother again. That was one close call. He reclaimed his spot back beside his mate. She was fast asleep, unaware of the talk he and Staran had had just then. Now it was time for him to rest as well, he was exhausted from the day itself.

By spring the eyes of all the pups in the village had opened, and now they were being weaned off of milk and pre chewed meat and being taught to hunt. While Almic and Arlik were being taught by their father, Soare was with Reva. Together they walked through a small thicket. It was Soare's first time out of the pack's small village of dens, she was exited, and her curiosity had her smelling and looking at anything and everything. Reva only laughed to herself at her pup's curious nature. It was a reminder of when she was a pup. She was lost in her nostalgia, her mind buzzing with her first outing, the scent of flowers, a new and wonderful scent, and the sights, and how back then they captivated her, and then….

The sound of a loud yelp rang out to the forest. Reva was brought from her thoughts only to see Soare in the dirt rubbing her nose on a muddy spot with tears coming down from her eyes. Hastily Reva sought the cause of her dismay, only to see a very upset Corphish. He snapped his claws in anger, and looked up at Reva. "Hey hey hey, tell your kid to watch where she sticks her nose, next time I'll snap it off!" it threatened, and Reva let a growl escape her throat.

"Perhaps I should show her hot to hunt by using you as an example, since you seem so keen on snapping at my child that way. "She warned in retort, baring her fangs and growling in warning. Corphish backed away, his intimidation tactics suddenly useless. Soare looked up after the pain in her nose subsided.

"Lesson one, "her mother said smirking, "Claws hurt, so avoid them if possible." Corphish scuttled away mumbling to himself irritably. Soare giggled and laughed the pain in her nose suddenly gone. "Thanks mama."

Reva pushed her along with her muzzle, and took a smaller stride beside her daughter in order to stay with her. They were close to what they had been looking for, a small herd of Sawsbuck and Stantler. She took in the scent of the nearby herd.

Most Pokemon were intelligent, and either were in packs or villages or prides, depending of their type, or their instincts, for example, the more solitary Pokémon, like Mightyena, only lived in packs and in dens and caves all along the faces of mountains, and had wilderness territory, or Pokémon like Pikachu or Infernape, who lived in towns and villages. Each species had a different lifestyle, but Pokémon like Sawsbuck or Stantler were more primitive, and unlike most Pokémon, lacked the skills to speak, nor had any thought other than to graze, run or mate, and were game, food if you will.

This was the first thing that anyone was taught, and not only did pack or pride dwelling Pokémon like Mightyena or Luxray hunt them, they were hunted by other Pokémon using means other than claws and fangs, unless those were available to them.

Since Mightyena and Poochyena were pack dwelling Pokemon, they hunted using fans, and their noses. Lesson number two, Pinpoint the weakest one in the herd. Soare was told this ahead of time, and now she was told to do as suck. Her small amber eyes looked at all the potential food, she was looking for anything from a broken hoof to a sickly looking elder. She soon found it, a buck; his back leg was broken, most likely from a fight with another buck over a mate. He was one of the Sawsbuck, a rather small one, but perfect for a mother and her trainee pup.

"Over there, "Soare pointed out to her mother, who had noticed it long before her, "He's hurt."

Reva knew how hard it would be, it was just them, no pack, and they weren't taking small game as is usual. They were after large game, Reva wanted to see if her child was up to it. The boys were, they had come back from hunting after a small Sentret and came back with a Stantler. Of course there were three of them, Fargo and the boys, but if they could, so could Soare.

Now all they had to do was get it alone, get it away for the herd. Not a hard task, it was hurt, meaning it would limp, and be too slow. Reva lowered herself, ready to start into a turn. Soare imitated her mother. The two were off, Reva howling as Soare barked in an attempt to howl. The herd started to stampede, of course the injured Sawsbuck having no success in running in its hind leg. Soare was behind her mother running as fast as she could, while Reva got herself in front of the small Buck, causing it to turn away from his herd, and towards a small shallow creek.

Reva took it as a chance to strike, she howled to Soare , telling her to get ahead, go for the throat. The young pup tried her paws carrying her as fast as they could. Even with a broken leg the buck was a challenge to keep up with for a pup.

She jumped, and nearly landed on its back; she slipped just as she touched down, and fell into the shallow water, getting her fur soaked. The buck, turned to the left and into a thick wooded area. It got away. Soare shivered as she wadded out of the water, and shook her blonde fur off. She was upset, her first hunt…failed. She had tears building up in her eyes. She took a seat on a rock, and cried while she waited for her mother to come for her.

All the way home Reva tried to comfort her, reassured her it was okay, that it was just the wrong game for her at that age, but it didn't help. Her brothers had taken down a Stantler, and she couldn't even take on an injured Sawsbuck. She was upset still; she hid her face in shame as she rode atop her mother's back.

Of course when her brothers heard of her failure, she was the center of their ridicule. Her ears hung at her side as they teased, earning the two a bite on the ear each from their mother. "No don't pick on her, or no meat for you to tonight. I mean it."

They shut their muzzles almost instantly.

For the first time that spring the adult Mightyena went out on a hunt, leaving the pups in the care of some of the oldest pack members, the elderly who could no longer hunt. It was time to play. A small group of pups gathered at the small river at the bank, some to drink and some to plot a day of fun. Almic and Arlik were among them, and behind them was Saore, who they had tried desperately to lose.

"C'mon guys, can I play too?' she pleaded desperately. The boys sighted, and tried to hide their embarrassment. Some of the other Poochyena snickered. Soare was the strange one in the pack, and the two boys knew it. They hated when she hung around them, it was embarrassing. "No" they answered in unison. She kicked a rock and stared at the ground.

The other kids all laughed, even her brothers, and left her sitting alone on the bank. She stared down into the river where she could see Magikarp swimming down below. They all traveled in a group regardless of how different one might be or seem. She was envious of the abundant fish Pokémon in the river. She wanted desperately to fit in, to hunt as well as her brothers, to belong, to not have the Albpha eyeing her all the time, to be black and grey like the others in the pack. Her mother said she was bathied in the sun by Arceus, a gift, special. She didn't feel like it.

Other pups and even adults looked at her oddly, whispered about her, she heard them, and she was old enough to understand them. She was picked on, made fun of, even called names behind her back and event to her face. Mind you most of the names weren't in the slightest creative but it stung.

"If I could prove myself…" she said to herself in a whisper, "Maybe They'd play with me…" She looked up from the river, and it was as if she had been hit with inspiration. Prove herself! She knew now how to do that! It was one of the most brilliant ideas in the world! If she could lure the herd of Stantler and Sawsbuck to the pack…she'd be more than accepted, she'd be a hero!

She made sure nobody could see her, and as quietly as she could she snuck out of the sight of the elders, and picked up fast on a trail of close by Sawasbuck. She began following it, imitating her mother and how she tracked scent. It wasn't long before she found them. This was a really healthy pack, but there had to be one hurt or sickly. All she had to do now was find her pack's hunting party.

Or it would have been. Soare forgot one important rule in hunting, stay against the widn. Her scent traveled to the Sawsbuck down below. They lifted their heads from grazing in alarm, and begant o charge away in a frightened frenzy…and headed towards the Pack's camp. She panicked, and not knowing what else to do, she gave chase, hoping to stop them.

The hunting party had returned home after a few days of chase given to a large Stantler. Three large bucks were brought back, and to celebrate, the pack gathered at the center of the camp to eat and howl praises to the sky and Arceus. Reva and Fargo however did not celibrate. They were short one child; Almic and Arlik were there, and they swore they had no clue where their sister was. The two searched the small village of dens in fear, hoping the worst hadn't happened to their youngest. Then the ground started to shake, and the pack looked up, in confusion and fright.

They began to howl and scatter, grabbing pups, even if it wasn't theirs, in order to get everyone out of the way in time. They got up onto the higher ledges of the hillside and watched as the herd stampeded through their camp. The corpses of the Stantler they'd worked so hard to hunt were trampled into piles of bones and shredded meat.

Then the pack picked up something, a small barking and someone shouting "Stop! Stop!" From the very back of the herd. Reva looked and gasped, it was Soare. She jumped from the cliff, and made a circle around the stampeding herd, and grabbed Soare by the scruff. She dashed, making a straight path into the woods and around the trees back up to the hill. She put Soare down in front of Fargo and began to breath heavily, she dashed fast, and was already tired from the hunt, and hungry. She dropped down on the ground to rest.

The herd passed by. After the last of the Sawsbuck passed the pack came down from the small hill and gathered around the center of the town. It was trampled and the food they had worked to hunt was completely trampled and no longer eatable. The rest of the camp, furs used to decorate the outside of dens and as mats and storyteller's circles were wrecked.

Almost as if they knew what happened all eyes sat on Soare. She shrank down and lowered her ears. Fargo and Reva sat next to her and were about to comfort her when a growl came from the throat of Staran as he approached Soare with eyes like fire. They backed away from their child.

What happened…" he asked her with an enraged growl. She shivered, and shrank down lower. "Answer me, Soare…"

'I…I was try to help…" she spoke, her fear evident in her tone of voice, "I thought…if I could lure the food to us….I'd get accepted…and people would stop picking on me…" she swallowed hard, her heart raced.

The other Mightyena began to whisper.

"She almost killed us…"

'She's a bad omen…I knew it…"

"We'll starve if she staies…"

She shivered, what was going to happen to her?

Reva howled, getting the attention of Staran and the other Mightyena.

'I Know my daughter did something wrong, but she meant well…Please, let her by."

Staran bit her hear hard, and she yelped in pain. Her startled and scared eyes met his.

"No. She wil be tried by me, and elders of this clan. I'll have the leaders of our other clans come and we'll discuss her fate there."

A heavily build Mightyena came forward and grabbed her the same way Reva had. Staran spoke again. "Until her trial she will be held in a cell. No visitors."

Saran, and the other Leaders of the more spread out Clans, ones that made up the rest of the pack, all stood on the stones she faced, decorated in feathers and bones, and furs. They towered over her, and after a few days of being held up she was glad to be out of the dimly lit cell that was in the back of the large cave that made up Alpha Staran's Den. Now she was at the spot where all the packs that made up the Mightyena Tribe met, Staran at the top, being the Alpha, and the others on either side of him. She was wearing a small bone, a tooth from a long dead Mightynea, one who had been a traitor in the past, a sign of shame.

"you stand before us, Soare, daughter of Reva and Fargo, guilty of the crime of Leading a Rampaging herd of Sawsbuck into the main camp of the mightyena clan, Destroying food meant to feed the pack your were a part of, assisted vandalism, and putting the pack in great jeopardy. After we acquired the whole story from you, we, the Leaders of the Packs that make up the Mightyena Tribe, have decided your fate."

Reva and Fargo stood on the sidelines, a group of guards stopping any interruption they might bring. Reva knew the worst was coming, she could see it. The grim look on the faces of the Leaders, and the fang of shame around her baby's neck said it all. They were going to kill her, or have her tail ripped off, something horrible.

Staran looked down at his niece. He'd grown to rather like her, but now…"You could have gotten one of killed, you endangered the pack, and have destroyed our food, causing us to starve until new game can be hunted. You have done a heinous thing to your people. "

"I…I know…" she stuttered. One of the other pack leaders growled at her. "You will speak only when asked to, child!" he snapped.

Staren sighed. "I have decided your fate. Soare, daughter of Reva and Fargo, She named for the sun, you, after serious discussion, Will be banished from our pack, exiled from our territory, and chased down until you have left our borders. You are to be escorted to the rock of exile and given a five minute head start."

'NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT, SHE'S A PUP!" Came Fargo's protest, he growled, and was quickly silenced by a bite to his tail. He whimpered, and was restrained by another Mightyena. Reva, who had been ready to attack, was being held down as well.

"You are also to wear the fang of shame for the remainder of your life. "He concluded. "Take her to the rock, Arint." On order, Arint, a young freshly evolved Mightyena grabbed her by the scruff, and walked over across a small threshold and to a white rock and set down. He sighed.

"You should run now. Hurry." He said.

She nodded, tears rimming the edge of her eyes. She turned and stared at the Mightyena who began to like up and wait for her to run. They bared her fangs in warning and growled viciously. She started to run and headed into the woods alone.

And when her five minute head start ended, the group of Mightyena started after her. They caught her scent fast, and in no tiem, had caught up to her, and began her pursuit. When some caught up to her, they'd not at her tail, or even her ear. She'd yelp, and make a desperate dash for a nearby tre to get him off of her.

She was running out of breath, and getting tired now. Then the Mightyena who chased her stopped, and turned to leave. She had stopped to see them as they left, and took in the unfamiliar scent of unmarked territory.

Now she was alone, with no way do defend herself…no food…nobody, in a unfamiliar woods and the sun had set…

Unease crept up her spine as she searched for a place to sleep, and was relieved to find a hollow tree standing tall nearby. It was no recent scent, and looked old. It was perfect. She slinked into it, and curled up into a small ball before falling into a dreamless sleep.

-End of Chapter One-

I hope you liked it. I personally don't think it's all that good, but I know it will get better as I go along with it. I think I rushed too much…but I plan on taking it slow from here.

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