The wind was howling in rage and defience as the night closed in on the sunset, dark black clouds were moving in slowly yet with authority. Like a Sharpedo slowly closing in on its prey, like a Skitty playing with it's food before finally sinking its jaws into the flesh of the unlucky.
In a dark forest-somewhat given light by the dying sunset- in the region without a name, a cry shouts out, slicing the silence that hung heavy in the air.
Then the stops, as if suddenly silenced.
Paw's thick with the blood of his prey, the creature drags his purple, mouse like kill to his mate. Lying in wait under a moss filled fallen log with her two newborns.
The creature places the kill next to her mate and looks at his children, his red eyes soft and filled with an emotion he couldn't name. He cirlces them slowly, trying to get a better look at his infants.
The mate, eating her fresh kill takes a pause between famished bites and asks. "What do you wish to call them?"
The creature tilts his small black head and the yellow ring shaped pattern that covers his body begins to glow, and then fade in uncertaintiy.
"One male. Another Female." The mate continues slowly.
The creature looks at his children, once more. Then he sighes slowly, like a ballloon letting out all of it's air. He looks at the dark clouds as they slowly eat away at the sun. The first droplet of rain falls quietly onto his tiny black nose.
"Terr, for the male." He says quietly, so quiet his mate can hardly hear him. "Melodi for the female."
His mate nods and the first droplets of rain touchdown onto the dry cracked ground of the forest. Her pink velvet fur now splashed with the color of blood, she gets to her feet and crawls deeper into the log. Purple eyes tired and thick with sleep. The newborn children, unsure of what to do, nibble on the prey she did not eat.
Not being hungry at the time, the male gently pushes the two newborns inside the comfort of the rotting log. He sighs, sitting down next to his mate and listens to the rain outside to comfort him and ease his fears.
"The sky is a bad omen." He announces, looking at his mates face for a reaction. "Something terrible is going to happen!"
"Tiene, we talked about this!" The mate complains "Omens are a thing of the past. This is just the weather!"
"Alette please, you know this is not just the work of the weather. You know that whenever this-"
"Just shut up! Shut up, i don't want to hear about your stupid omens. Ok? I don't want you corrupting our kids with that pile of Taurus dung." The mate name Alette says, her purple eyes scan her newborns, who lie peaceful and asleep next to her.
"Just remember those words Alette, because you know that whenever the clouds eat up the sun a child is taken." Tiene says, the yellow ring pattern glowing more bright than usual.
"It's a coincidence." Alette says.
And with that, the rain begins to pour. The wind howls with rage, beating on the ungrateful earth below it.