For many years, the young Cubone spent countless nights alone and dejected. Everywhere she went she was looked down upon as a monster among Pokemon, and feared by humans who didn't understand her existence. In time her heart grew cold as the bitter nights, and as hard as the earth she tread. She found no joy in anything she did; her mind warped by the bitter desire for revenge. And soon enough, there was nothing left of the sweet Kangaskhan, or the sorrowful Cubone; both replaced by the bitter monster known as Marrowak. Her mother's skull, which used to be too large for her head, slowly began to become snug as time went on, and the ulna slowly became like a longer arm.
Through intimidation and force, the Marrowak would slowly piece together the whereabouts of the men who murdered her mother, going only with the description of the evil man's face. Then, at last, the day came when she finally discovered the truth. The men were a group of lowly poachers held up in the forests to the west. They preyed on Pokemon whose skins would fetch them a high price in the black markets.
With that information in hand it was trivial for the Marrowak to find their hideout and plan her attack. It was a small stone building whose path was laden with booby traps and other such treacheries, which only members knew how to avoid. In spite of this, Marrowak continued forth, determined to earn the revenge she long sought. Over days and nights, the Marrowak would spy upon the humans, and watch as they brought skins to and from the base.
In less than a week, the Marrowak had already devised her plan of attack.
One night, when the full moon was high and bright, she came upon the humans and their Pokemon like a bolt of thunder. One by one, the bodies fell before her mighty swings and her enemies were consumed by the sounds of her angered cries.
Once inside the building, Marrowak took it upon herself to destroy the electrical outlets, powering the gates out of the building. There was now, no escape from her wrath. With each smack, the cries for mercy echoed louder through the halls until they were all silenced. With a hard strut, Marrowak made her way to the room where she knew, "he" was; her mother's murderer.
He was not the demon she remembered, the years had taken their toll on him, and he was now a sorry old man. His hair had greyed; his body was somewhat hunched; and his teeth were all rotting away. She almost felt a touch of pity for the man when she saw the hatred of his eyes replaced with the fatigue of the years.
One look at her and the man's face slowly curled to a horrified expression of fear and despair. Still, what little life he had remaining in him was enough for him to dodge Marrowak's bone and make his escape from the room. Marrowak did not speed after him however. No, she wanted to let him run, because she knew that there was no escape.
With nowhere else to go, the man's legs dragged him to the rooftop, only stopping upon reaching the edge. The full moon was shining down a cold and pale light, as Marrowak stepped onto the roof to confront him.
He turned to face her; his eyes filled with despair as Marrowak slowly began to approach him. Her steps were like the thumping of his heart, and her eyes seemed to pierce right through it. And then, as if the hand of fate chose to smack her in the face, the man lost his footing and fell backwards to the earth below.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down below to see his lifeless corpse sprawled over the dirt, like a puppet let loose from its strings.
For a moment, she was silent; and without a warning, she raised her head to the sky and let loose a horrid cry of anguish. Marrowak had lost everything she desired, even her own revenge.
And from there, all knowledge fades.
