AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope you guys enjoy this...this'll be my first FF fanfic ever!!! And yes, comments are DEFINITELY most welcomed, and I hope I do get some....of ANY type!!!
Winds blew acrossed the plains with hurricane speeds. Dry grasses, and those simply uprooted by the storm blew past them.
Two chocobos in the storm.
Melekinope, for that had been his name for the past 3 hours of his new life, shivered in the brisk winds, his legs still too new to stay standing in the storm. His mother, Perifilina, hunkered down, protecting the black chick from the chills.
"WAAARK!" The young one complained, cold.
Perifilina warked in sympathy, trying to nestle down on top of the chick, hopefully keeping him warm with her heavy-feathered chest.
The storm around them continued to rage.
Melekinope peered as much as he could at his surroundings, which wasn't much. Everything seemed dark, black, like his own feathers being rustled by the gales. It confused him slightly, his own mother's were different, a bright green that almost seemed to glow in the storm shadows around them.
Born into the storms at night, she was the only thing he knew.
Moments later, that reality suddenly shattered.
Both birds could sense them coming, the scent of death overwhelming even in the rains.
Perifilina suddenly became distressed. She could smell them, could sense their presence, but where were they? Trying to mask her own fear, she began to wark out warning to the approaching monsters.
There was a growl as one announced its presence behind them.
Whirling around, the mother wark out loud, snapping open her wings in a defensive posture. If it wasn't for the chick, she would have run. He was everything to her though, her deeply bred chocobo loyalties preventing her from abandoning him.
The hidden beast suddenly growled, and Hell descended on the two chocobos.
Perifilina collapsed to her left, nearly crushing Melekinope with her weight as something rammed her in the side. There was a horrible crunch as the wing on the fallen side snapped up, the smaller, finer bones shattering and punching their way through the thin wing membranes. She warked out with pain, but quickly leaped back up to her large clawed feet as rage suddenly built up inside of her.
Melekinope forced himself to rise to his weak legs, struggling to get out of the way as his mother charged the still hidden attackers.
The green avian dove into the shadows, whapping at something with her one good wing, her beak warking and pecking at the beast at the same time.
From behind, there was a low cry as another one of the beasts leap onto her backside, ripping sounds audible in the ring of the wind.
Blood sprayed around him as Melekinope tried to rush to his mother, hiding under her and yet somehow avoiding her claws as she stamped around on the mud slicked earth. The smell suddenly nauseated him, and he warked up at her with concern.
Perifilina howled in pain as the jaws and claws of her attacker thrashed about on her back. Turning, she gave her frontal attacker a hard kick that sent it flying back into the darkness, screaming in pain. As far as she could, she stretched her neck back, trying to peck at the beast that suddenly began to rip into the soft flesh of her back, ripping out bloody chunks with wet, tearing sounds.
Energy suddenly was sapped from her, and Perifilina collapsed to her knees, the creature finally rolling off of her back.
Melekinope warked in sudden pain as his right wing snapped under his mother's body weight. The pain brought red splinters of light to his eyes, a rage suddenly building up inside of him that completely overwhelmed his senses. With a cry of anger, the newborn dove on top of his mother's attacker, the beak driving hard into the soft under flesh of the stomach. Bloody entrails followed, clinging to his beak as he pulled away fast in sudden shock of what he did.
Perifilina stumbled to her feet, the wind quickly knocking her back down. With as much energy as she could summon, she climbed back up and began to stomp on the fallen attacker, her clawed feet driving deep inside it's body cavity. Within seconds, all that was left was a gory mess of meat and shattered bones, the blood already streaming away with the rain.
And out of no where came the second attack.
The first attacker, now recovered from her kick, dove at her neck, jaws open in desperate hunger.
She heard it coming, and began to move to avoid it. Drained of energy though, she was too slow.
Melekinope warked it horror as he heard the snap of her neck collapsing, the gush of his mother's main artery as it was suddenly severed, blood rushing from the puncture wound that sprayed him in the face.
A slow gurgle rose from deep in her, a wark that he could barely understand.
Run. Run, my son.
Warmth burned down on him, bringing him slowly out of the deep sleep. It was all a dream, the storm, the darkness...
Until he opened his eyes.
Melekinope quietly warked in pain as bright light flooded into his eyes. Light, the first time he had ever seen it. Painful and wonderful at the same time. Slowly, his eyes began to adjust, and he began to climb to his feet, his wing hanging limply, the pain nothing more than a throb now.
All around him was wet, green plains, shattered on one side by a tan shoreline that was slowly being lapped at by the pale waters of the seemingly endless ocean. The blue skies above him moved the almost too white, fluffy clouds by, the shadows creeping slowly acrossed the grasses as they slowly meandered before the sun.
Besides the throbbing pain in his wing, Melekinope itched, his blood soaked feathers crusted against his soft skin.
Instinct lead him to the shores as he looked around him, hoping to catch sight of his mother, well and close by. But she wasn't. He couldn't understand. Where was she?
The waters were warm on top as cool undercurrents washed over his jet black feathers, slowly rinsing away the blood of his mother. The pinkish waters were quickly washed away, instantly replaced by the gentle, clean lapping.
He wanted nothing more than to run through the waters, snapping at the small fish around his feet, but the soreness in his muscles and wing kept him from doing so.
Slowly, he felt his mind getting foggy, true sleep trying to take over, his eyes closing out the serene scene...
Something in his senses alerted him, and he leapt back just in time as a large pair of jaws suddenly snapped shut in the spot he had been standing in seconds earlier.
Melekinope warked in fear as he dashed back onto the land, panting heavily from pain and fear. Catching a quick glance behind him, he saw the large, lizard-like fish slowly slide back into the waters now that it's prey had disappeared.
"Geez, did you see that?" Something spoke in the distance. "That lil' feller nearly had his head taken off!"
"Something's wrong with it though, Pa, look! It's wing is kinda hanging funny."
"Yeah, and it looks too young to be out here all alone. Wonder where it's mommy is?"
Melekinope tilted his head to the side, watching as the two new figures slowly stepped towards him.
"I think that mess over there was his mommy." The taller figure said in a gruff voice, creeping closer to the chick. "Sad, and yet odd. I've never seen a plain's one give birth to a black choco. Very peculiar."
The shorter figure, with a bouncing yellow ponytail, came right up to Melekinope, holding a handful of sweet smell greens out to him. "Here, c'mon, it's ok. I won't hurt you."
"Careful, Aria. He's a bit traumatized. Dunno what the lil' bugger'll do."
"Aww, see? He's just lonely!" Aria grinned as Melekinope's stomach suddenly growled, and he nearly dove at the greens that were being held out to him.
The man came closer as Melekinope suddenly finished the greens in Aria's hand. He smelled heavily of something close to his mothers scent, although it was a bit off. "Here, lil' feller." The man handed out some more greens from a pouch at his side.
Melekinope wark in thanks, snatching up a beakful of the greens.
"Well, Aria. What should we do with him, hm?"
"Oh, Pa, can I keep him?" Aria pleaded, turning to face the portly man.
"I think that would be the best thing for the lil' guy at the time." Reaching down, the man began to pick up Melekinope. At first he tensed up, ready to run, but there was something different about these creatures. They wanted to help him. Chocobos, the man smelled of other chocobos too. That was a good sign, they weren't here to hurt him.
His small stomach already filled, sleep began to come over Melekinope again. This time, he gave in, feeling safe in the strong arms of the big man.
In his sudden dreams, he watched in silence as his mother stood over him, strong, his guard against the wind.
Winds blew acrossed the plains with hurricane speeds. Dry grasses, and those simply uprooted by the storm blew past them.
Two chocobos in the storm.
Melekinope, for that had been his name for the past 3 hours of his new life, shivered in the brisk winds, his legs still too new to stay standing in the storm. His mother, Perifilina, hunkered down, protecting the black chick from the chills.
"WAAARK!" The young one complained, cold.
Perifilina warked in sympathy, trying to nestle down on top of the chick, hopefully keeping him warm with her heavy-feathered chest.
The storm around them continued to rage.
Melekinope peered as much as he could at his surroundings, which wasn't much. Everything seemed dark, black, like his own feathers being rustled by the gales. It confused him slightly, his own mother's were different, a bright green that almost seemed to glow in the storm shadows around them.
Born into the storms at night, she was the only thing he knew.
Moments later, that reality suddenly shattered.
Both birds could sense them coming, the scent of death overwhelming even in the rains.
Perifilina suddenly became distressed. She could smell them, could sense their presence, but where were they? Trying to mask her own fear, she began to wark out warning to the approaching monsters.
There was a growl as one announced its presence behind them.
Whirling around, the mother wark out loud, snapping open her wings in a defensive posture. If it wasn't for the chick, she would have run. He was everything to her though, her deeply bred chocobo loyalties preventing her from abandoning him.
The hidden beast suddenly growled, and Hell descended on the two chocobos.
Perifilina collapsed to her left, nearly crushing Melekinope with her weight as something rammed her in the side. There was a horrible crunch as the wing on the fallen side snapped up, the smaller, finer bones shattering and punching their way through the thin wing membranes. She warked out with pain, but quickly leaped back up to her large clawed feet as rage suddenly built up inside of her.
Melekinope forced himself to rise to his weak legs, struggling to get out of the way as his mother charged the still hidden attackers.
The green avian dove into the shadows, whapping at something with her one good wing, her beak warking and pecking at the beast at the same time.
From behind, there was a low cry as another one of the beasts leap onto her backside, ripping sounds audible in the ring of the wind.
Blood sprayed around him as Melekinope tried to rush to his mother, hiding under her and yet somehow avoiding her claws as she stamped around on the mud slicked earth. The smell suddenly nauseated him, and he warked up at her with concern.
Perifilina howled in pain as the jaws and claws of her attacker thrashed about on her back. Turning, she gave her frontal attacker a hard kick that sent it flying back into the darkness, screaming in pain. As far as she could, she stretched her neck back, trying to peck at the beast that suddenly began to rip into the soft flesh of her back, ripping out bloody chunks with wet, tearing sounds.
Energy suddenly was sapped from her, and Perifilina collapsed to her knees, the creature finally rolling off of her back.
Melekinope warked in sudden pain as his right wing snapped under his mother's body weight. The pain brought red splinters of light to his eyes, a rage suddenly building up inside of him that completely overwhelmed his senses. With a cry of anger, the newborn dove on top of his mother's attacker, the beak driving hard into the soft under flesh of the stomach. Bloody entrails followed, clinging to his beak as he pulled away fast in sudden shock of what he did.
Perifilina stumbled to her feet, the wind quickly knocking her back down. With as much energy as she could summon, she climbed back up and began to stomp on the fallen attacker, her clawed feet driving deep inside it's body cavity. Within seconds, all that was left was a gory mess of meat and shattered bones, the blood already streaming away with the rain.
And out of no where came the second attack.
The first attacker, now recovered from her kick, dove at her neck, jaws open in desperate hunger.
She heard it coming, and began to move to avoid it. Drained of energy though, she was too slow.
Melekinope warked it horror as he heard the snap of her neck collapsing, the gush of his mother's main artery as it was suddenly severed, blood rushing from the puncture wound that sprayed him in the face.
A slow gurgle rose from deep in her, a wark that he could barely understand.
Run. Run, my son.
Warmth burned down on him, bringing him slowly out of the deep sleep. It was all a dream, the storm, the darkness...
Until he opened his eyes.
Melekinope quietly warked in pain as bright light flooded into his eyes. Light, the first time he had ever seen it. Painful and wonderful at the same time. Slowly, his eyes began to adjust, and he began to climb to his feet, his wing hanging limply, the pain nothing more than a throb now.
All around him was wet, green plains, shattered on one side by a tan shoreline that was slowly being lapped at by the pale waters of the seemingly endless ocean. The blue skies above him moved the almost too white, fluffy clouds by, the shadows creeping slowly acrossed the grasses as they slowly meandered before the sun.
Besides the throbbing pain in his wing, Melekinope itched, his blood soaked feathers crusted against his soft skin.
Instinct lead him to the shores as he looked around him, hoping to catch sight of his mother, well and close by. But she wasn't. He couldn't understand. Where was she?
The waters were warm on top as cool undercurrents washed over his jet black feathers, slowly rinsing away the blood of his mother. The pinkish waters were quickly washed away, instantly replaced by the gentle, clean lapping.
He wanted nothing more than to run through the waters, snapping at the small fish around his feet, but the soreness in his muscles and wing kept him from doing so.
Slowly, he felt his mind getting foggy, true sleep trying to take over, his eyes closing out the serene scene...
Something in his senses alerted him, and he leapt back just in time as a large pair of jaws suddenly snapped shut in the spot he had been standing in seconds earlier.
Melekinope warked in fear as he dashed back onto the land, panting heavily from pain and fear. Catching a quick glance behind him, he saw the large, lizard-like fish slowly slide back into the waters now that it's prey had disappeared.
"Geez, did you see that?" Something spoke in the distance. "That lil' feller nearly had his head taken off!"
"Something's wrong with it though, Pa, look! It's wing is kinda hanging funny."
"Yeah, and it looks too young to be out here all alone. Wonder where it's mommy is?"
Melekinope tilted his head to the side, watching as the two new figures slowly stepped towards him.
"I think that mess over there was his mommy." The taller figure said in a gruff voice, creeping closer to the chick. "Sad, and yet odd. I've never seen a plain's one give birth to a black choco. Very peculiar."
The shorter figure, with a bouncing yellow ponytail, came right up to Melekinope, holding a handful of sweet smell greens out to him. "Here, c'mon, it's ok. I won't hurt you."
"Careful, Aria. He's a bit traumatized. Dunno what the lil' bugger'll do."
"Aww, see? He's just lonely!" Aria grinned as Melekinope's stomach suddenly growled, and he nearly dove at the greens that were being held out to him.
The man came closer as Melekinope suddenly finished the greens in Aria's hand. He smelled heavily of something close to his mothers scent, although it was a bit off. "Here, lil' feller." The man handed out some more greens from a pouch at his side.
Melekinope wark in thanks, snatching up a beakful of the greens.
"Well, Aria. What should we do with him, hm?"
"Oh, Pa, can I keep him?" Aria pleaded, turning to face the portly man.
"I think that would be the best thing for the lil' guy at the time." Reaching down, the man began to pick up Melekinope. At first he tensed up, ready to run, but there was something different about these creatures. They wanted to help him. Chocobos, the man smelled of other chocobos too. That was a good sign, they weren't here to hurt him.
His small stomach already filled, sleep began to come over Melekinope again. This time, he gave in, feeling safe in the strong arms of the big man.
In his sudden dreams, he watched in silence as his mother stood over him, strong, his guard against the wind.