Disclaimer: I have no resemblance, (nor relation)to anyone who owns Star Fox. This is my story, all just a range of crazed thoughts coming crazed mind. Read. Review. I don't think I'm all that bad of a writer but know I need lots of improvement, and this time I'll know if I have to start over again, I don't have to erase the whole thing.
Krystal's Song
Evora
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Prologue
She was a girl with soft blue fur.
Her eyes were wide and innocent, although she wasn't what you would call naive.
She was my daughter.
I raised her from a cub, the best I knew how. Then one day, she was gone, taken from me.
Every time I look at the hourglass, I think of her and know I'll never see her again. It's my fault. This is what I deserve. A mother should never give up someone so precious. I did.
If one wish were granted to me, this would be it.
Give her happiness, and let the one whom she chooses to be with take very good care of her, always.
******
Memoirs Of A Young Blue Vixen
I woke up, shielded my eyes, not from a strong ray of sunlight, but from the pellets of water pounding down on my face. I didn't have much more than a few pieces to wear and a journal I'd been keeping since I learned to write. I didn't know any of the other pups. Some looked like they hadn't had food or water in days or maybe weeks, others cried, but I didn't dare, or actually I couldn't because I had shed so many tears that my ducts couldn't make anymore. From then on my life would consist of fending for myself, beginning there, in the middle of a damp, rainy forest. They told me it was where I belonged-carefree, uninhibited by nature. Deep inside I knew it wasn't really freedom, it was more of a camp for the lost and unwanted.
I spent my first night at camp being hungry and cold, wishing the sun would come out the next morning, wherever it was. The darkness came whenever Cerinia passed into an orbit far from Solar. Having blue fur was supposed to keep the body warm for this extended period of time but didn't seem to do me much good. I was shivering again by nightfall, and among all the other cubs who had been given away, I hadn't made friends with a single one.
When another morning came, the older foxes and vixens gathered us and made us walk for miles in a blizzard. They said there was no more food and in order to get it, we would have to hunt for it. I knew nothing about hunting. I'd lived indoors since I was born. My parents had provided for me all the food and shelter I needed.
The first bite of food I found came from a bush. They were very tasty berries of red and green. I thought I'd had a real treat until I became very ill. The grown vixen who was my guardian panicked when she looked at me. I was so scared. Those berries were poisonous, and she gave me a terrible tasting liquid that forced me to expel the entire contents of my stomach. Thankfully I survived, but I'd also learned a lesson about eating things from a vine just because it looked pretty.
Once I was well enough, which was a matter of a few hours, I was lectured along with the other cubs on where to find, hunt, and kill food.
"Today, we're going to find voles." said our teacher.
I knew about voles. Field mice. My father brought them home quite a lot, but I'd never seen him catch one.
"They're extremely swift, but you can corner them and then lung quick. First you pin them down with your paws then clutch them in your teeth until you hear the backbone snap."
I wondered how I'd do it, it seemed so vile. When I looked around though, I saw my peers looking on with awe, completely mesmerized. They were hungry. Come to think of it, I was very hungry too, and finally I understood why they wanted us that way.
The area around us was a landfill, prime for rodents. Each one of us was given a section of our own to hunt. Mine was filled with scrap metal and other odd pieces that looked like some sort of space junk left behind by Cerinian aeronauts.
I went down on all fours, paws and knees, that is. The scent of those rodents was strong, especially at ground level. I could see them scurrying in the dark underneath the debris. My mouth watered as I watched them, my stomach panged with the anticipation. I was going to catch my first field mouse, maybe more if I was quick enough. Soon as I felt the time was right, I leaped forward and made enough noise to make them scatter about. I quickly shoved aside some pieces of the metal and saw several of them hadn't managed getting away, and so there they were, cornered prey. I pounced again and two slipped passed me, but one was trapped underneath my paws. I swiftly lowered my muzzle and clamped my teeth down on it, then tightened the bite until hearing a loud crack.
I'd done it. My first food, hunted and killed. I dealt with the raw, bitter taste, swallowed it despite that it was tough and clumpy, but then I wondered why I heard voices of laughter behind me.
"She did it," said one of the other cubs. "She actually caught that little rat in her mouth and chewed it!"
I got up from my knees and turned to see them all gathered around me, and as I wiped off the rodent's blood from my mouth, our chaperone came to me.
"I didn't think you'd score on that one," she said with a shifty smile. "But you did, just like the ancient ones. Wasn't that a fun initiation? Anyhow, you've earned this..." And she brought from behind her a stick longer than I was tall. "This is what we really hunt with. A staff. And from now on you'll bring your catch back to camp to be cooked first. Understand?"
The other cubs snickered.
The raw taste was still in my mouth when we returned to camp. Before going to sleep, a shell was passed around for all of us to drink from, but they made sure not to pass it to me.
"No way, mousegirl." said a small fox who had scooted away from me.
"My name is Krystal." I snapped at him.
He laughed. "Yeah, killer Krystal....mousegirl."
He made me so angry that I hit with him my assigned staff. He humped over in pain and cried. That got me a good punishment-two whole days without food.
Krystal's Song
Evora
_________________________________________________________
Prologue
She was a girl with soft blue fur.
Her eyes were wide and innocent, although she wasn't what you would call naive.
She was my daughter.
I raised her from a cub, the best I knew how. Then one day, she was gone, taken from me.
Every time I look at the hourglass, I think of her and know I'll never see her again. It's my fault. This is what I deserve. A mother should never give up someone so precious. I did.
If one wish were granted to me, this would be it.
Give her happiness, and let the one whom she chooses to be with take very good care of her, always.
******
Memoirs Of A Young Blue Vixen
I woke up, shielded my eyes, not from a strong ray of sunlight, but from the pellets of water pounding down on my face. I didn't have much more than a few pieces to wear and a journal I'd been keeping since I learned to write. I didn't know any of the other pups. Some looked like they hadn't had food or water in days or maybe weeks, others cried, but I didn't dare, or actually I couldn't because I had shed so many tears that my ducts couldn't make anymore. From then on my life would consist of fending for myself, beginning there, in the middle of a damp, rainy forest. They told me it was where I belonged-carefree, uninhibited by nature. Deep inside I knew it wasn't really freedom, it was more of a camp for the lost and unwanted.
I spent my first night at camp being hungry and cold, wishing the sun would come out the next morning, wherever it was. The darkness came whenever Cerinia passed into an orbit far from Solar. Having blue fur was supposed to keep the body warm for this extended period of time but didn't seem to do me much good. I was shivering again by nightfall, and among all the other cubs who had been given away, I hadn't made friends with a single one.
When another morning came, the older foxes and vixens gathered us and made us walk for miles in a blizzard. They said there was no more food and in order to get it, we would have to hunt for it. I knew nothing about hunting. I'd lived indoors since I was born. My parents had provided for me all the food and shelter I needed.
The first bite of food I found came from a bush. They were very tasty berries of red and green. I thought I'd had a real treat until I became very ill. The grown vixen who was my guardian panicked when she looked at me. I was so scared. Those berries were poisonous, and she gave me a terrible tasting liquid that forced me to expel the entire contents of my stomach. Thankfully I survived, but I'd also learned a lesson about eating things from a vine just because it looked pretty.
Once I was well enough, which was a matter of a few hours, I was lectured along with the other cubs on where to find, hunt, and kill food.
"Today, we're going to find voles." said our teacher.
I knew about voles. Field mice. My father brought them home quite a lot, but I'd never seen him catch one.
"They're extremely swift, but you can corner them and then lung quick. First you pin them down with your paws then clutch them in your teeth until you hear the backbone snap."
I wondered how I'd do it, it seemed so vile. When I looked around though, I saw my peers looking on with awe, completely mesmerized. They were hungry. Come to think of it, I was very hungry too, and finally I understood why they wanted us that way.
The area around us was a landfill, prime for rodents. Each one of us was given a section of our own to hunt. Mine was filled with scrap metal and other odd pieces that looked like some sort of space junk left behind by Cerinian aeronauts.
I went down on all fours, paws and knees, that is. The scent of those rodents was strong, especially at ground level. I could see them scurrying in the dark underneath the debris. My mouth watered as I watched them, my stomach panged with the anticipation. I was going to catch my first field mouse, maybe more if I was quick enough. Soon as I felt the time was right, I leaped forward and made enough noise to make them scatter about. I quickly shoved aside some pieces of the metal and saw several of them hadn't managed getting away, and so there they were, cornered prey. I pounced again and two slipped passed me, but one was trapped underneath my paws. I swiftly lowered my muzzle and clamped my teeth down on it, then tightened the bite until hearing a loud crack.
I'd done it. My first food, hunted and killed. I dealt with the raw, bitter taste, swallowed it despite that it was tough and clumpy, but then I wondered why I heard voices of laughter behind me.
"She did it," said one of the other cubs. "She actually caught that little rat in her mouth and chewed it!"
I got up from my knees and turned to see them all gathered around me, and as I wiped off the rodent's blood from my mouth, our chaperone came to me.
"I didn't think you'd score on that one," she said with a shifty smile. "But you did, just like the ancient ones. Wasn't that a fun initiation? Anyhow, you've earned this..." And she brought from behind her a stick longer than I was tall. "This is what we really hunt with. A staff. And from now on you'll bring your catch back to camp to be cooked first. Understand?"
The other cubs snickered.
The raw taste was still in my mouth when we returned to camp. Before going to sleep, a shell was passed around for all of us to drink from, but they made sure not to pass it to me.
"No way, mousegirl." said a small fox who had scooted away from me.
"My name is Krystal." I snapped at him.
He laughed. "Yeah, killer Krystal....mousegirl."
He made me so angry that I hit with him my assigned staff. He humped over in pain and cried. That got me a good punishment-two whole days without food.