Okay, now the time passage gets a bit weird. It's now two weeks after
Cayla split off from Amy. There hasn't been any sign of the others, and
for all we know they're dead. But are they…?
When I was still human, my parents always told me to never give up. Well, now I'm not fully human, and my parents probably think I'm some sort of monster. And I'm ready to give up.
Arcane doesn't listen to me at all. Well, scratch that, he won't listen when I give him attack commands. Basic commands: sit, stay, come, roll over, shake, play dead, he listens to those. But if I tell him to use Bite, Take Down, Flamethrower, Agility, anything like that, he just cocks his head and stares at me.
I heard that Growlithe won't obey commands from anyone but their trainer. But that applies to ALL commands. Arcane listens to some of what I say. Does that mean he doesn't quite recognize me? I wouldn't blame him. After all, my lower body is now fully Arcanine.
It's been two weeks since I left Amy and Amphy behind. It was nice out for almost the whole time, but yesterday the clouds set in again. It started raining earlier this evening, and that has turned into a downpour.
I'm curled up on my side, my fur making a warm blanket over me. Arcane is sleeping up against my chest, oblivious to the rain outside. I, on the other hand, am listening to the melodic splashing as the numerous drops hit the wet ground.
I should probably just go to sleep now. Conserve my strength for tomorrow. I've been finding more than enough for us to eat in this forest, even with the Arcanine's high metabolism. But I'm not going to waste any of that food.
I shut my eyes and try to sleep. It's hard. My mind is weighed down by the problems I've been having with Arcane…
"Hang on, buddy. It's not much farther…I hope."
A voice! A boy's voice.
"Cayla…"
"We haven't found her yet. We don't even know if she's alive."
Okay, so there are two guys out there. One of them sounds okay, but the other is really weak. I could barely hear him, even with my acute Arcanine ears.
But they know about me.
"But…Cayla…"
"Save your strength, don't hurt yourself."
Is one of them hurt!?
"Hey, I see a cave. We can stop there, and when the rain stops we'll try to find Cayla and the others, okay?"
Footsteps! They were talking about THIS cave! It's dark, so maybe they won't catch sight of me if I go to see who they are.
I roll onto my furred stomach, then carefully stand up, Arcane in my arms. He stirs slightly as he wakes up, and I shush him quietly. As quietly as I can, I walk down the passage to the entrance chamber, the one I stayed in my first night. I peer into the darkness, my eyes taking in what little light there is. Soon it seems like three in the afternoon on a clear summer day, rather than eight at night on a stormy winter one.
One of them has a yellow, black-striped lower body, with four legs, like myself. On his back are a number of large, violet plumes. He has a blue, bolt-like tail with a spark at the end, and each paw has large ivory claws protruding from the damp saffron fur. His upper body is fully human, unlike mine. I have Arcanine ears and a mane, not to mention the long clawed fingers and the black nose. He has deep blue eyes and blonde hair, most of it drooping down around his face, but it must be spiked normally…like Ritchie! Could that be Ritchie? But where's the other boy…!?
The Raikou morph sets someone down on the floor of the cavern, then lies down beside them. The person has smooth hair, almost white in color, with pinkish ears poking from beneath it. A long tail with a slight bulge at the tip twitches occasionally. This is so familiar…large padded paws for feet…just like Matt had! They are alive! Does that mean Nate and Victoria are still out there?
Wait, what am I thinking? They must be soaked. I make my way toward them, the leathery pads on my paws muffling the sound of my steps. My movement is what catches Ritchie's attention. Veins of electricity have begun weaving through the cloud on his back.
"Hey, tone down the voltage, I'm not here to hurt you!" I exclaim.
"Cayla!?" Ritchie asks, startled. I put Arcane on the ground, then raise my hands out in front of me, about a foot of air between them. I concentrate and feel a warmth begin to crawl into my fingers. I watch as a small ember forms between my palms. It grows and expands until my fingers are barley touching the crackling flames. It lights the dim cavern perfectly, but it doesn't give off any heat.
"Arcane, will you please use a weak Flamethrower, just to warm these two up?" I ask, looking at the Growlithe by my side. He merely cocks his head and looks at me. I feel a stinging in the corners of my eyes.
"Please, Arcane. Don't you recognize me?" I ask. He just blinks at me.
Oh, Arcane! The flames die as I lay down and pick him up. He doesn't understand. He just doesn't understand! I pull him close to my chest, tears slipping down my face. Why doesn't he understand? I'm still me! I'm still me…
Aren't I?
When I was still human, my parents always told me to never give up. Well, now I'm not fully human, and my parents probably think I'm some sort of monster. And I'm ready to give up.
Arcane doesn't listen to me at all. Well, scratch that, he won't listen when I give him attack commands. Basic commands: sit, stay, come, roll over, shake, play dead, he listens to those. But if I tell him to use Bite, Take Down, Flamethrower, Agility, anything like that, he just cocks his head and stares at me.
I heard that Growlithe won't obey commands from anyone but their trainer. But that applies to ALL commands. Arcane listens to some of what I say. Does that mean he doesn't quite recognize me? I wouldn't blame him. After all, my lower body is now fully Arcanine.
It's been two weeks since I left Amy and Amphy behind. It was nice out for almost the whole time, but yesterday the clouds set in again. It started raining earlier this evening, and that has turned into a downpour.
I'm curled up on my side, my fur making a warm blanket over me. Arcane is sleeping up against my chest, oblivious to the rain outside. I, on the other hand, am listening to the melodic splashing as the numerous drops hit the wet ground.
I should probably just go to sleep now. Conserve my strength for tomorrow. I've been finding more than enough for us to eat in this forest, even with the Arcanine's high metabolism. But I'm not going to waste any of that food.
I shut my eyes and try to sleep. It's hard. My mind is weighed down by the problems I've been having with Arcane…
"Hang on, buddy. It's not much farther…I hope."
A voice! A boy's voice.
"Cayla…"
"We haven't found her yet. We don't even know if she's alive."
Okay, so there are two guys out there. One of them sounds okay, but the other is really weak. I could barely hear him, even with my acute Arcanine ears.
But they know about me.
"But…Cayla…"
"Save your strength, don't hurt yourself."
Is one of them hurt!?
"Hey, I see a cave. We can stop there, and when the rain stops we'll try to find Cayla and the others, okay?"
Footsteps! They were talking about THIS cave! It's dark, so maybe they won't catch sight of me if I go to see who they are.
I roll onto my furred stomach, then carefully stand up, Arcane in my arms. He stirs slightly as he wakes up, and I shush him quietly. As quietly as I can, I walk down the passage to the entrance chamber, the one I stayed in my first night. I peer into the darkness, my eyes taking in what little light there is. Soon it seems like three in the afternoon on a clear summer day, rather than eight at night on a stormy winter one.
One of them has a yellow, black-striped lower body, with four legs, like myself. On his back are a number of large, violet plumes. He has a blue, bolt-like tail with a spark at the end, and each paw has large ivory claws protruding from the damp saffron fur. His upper body is fully human, unlike mine. I have Arcanine ears and a mane, not to mention the long clawed fingers and the black nose. He has deep blue eyes and blonde hair, most of it drooping down around his face, but it must be spiked normally…like Ritchie! Could that be Ritchie? But where's the other boy…!?
The Raikou morph sets someone down on the floor of the cavern, then lies down beside them. The person has smooth hair, almost white in color, with pinkish ears poking from beneath it. A long tail with a slight bulge at the tip twitches occasionally. This is so familiar…large padded paws for feet…just like Matt had! They are alive! Does that mean Nate and Victoria are still out there?
Wait, what am I thinking? They must be soaked. I make my way toward them, the leathery pads on my paws muffling the sound of my steps. My movement is what catches Ritchie's attention. Veins of electricity have begun weaving through the cloud on his back.
"Hey, tone down the voltage, I'm not here to hurt you!" I exclaim.
"Cayla!?" Ritchie asks, startled. I put Arcane on the ground, then raise my hands out in front of me, about a foot of air between them. I concentrate and feel a warmth begin to crawl into my fingers. I watch as a small ember forms between my palms. It grows and expands until my fingers are barley touching the crackling flames. It lights the dim cavern perfectly, but it doesn't give off any heat.
"Arcane, will you please use a weak Flamethrower, just to warm these two up?" I ask, looking at the Growlithe by my side. He merely cocks his head and looks at me. I feel a stinging in the corners of my eyes.
"Please, Arcane. Don't you recognize me?" I ask. He just blinks at me.
Oh, Arcane! The flames die as I lay down and pick him up. He doesn't understand. He just doesn't understand! I pull him close to my chest, tears slipping down my face. Why doesn't he understand? I'm still me! I'm still me…
Aren't I?