THE WHITEST OF THEM ALL
A White Arcanine Story
CHAPTER 2 - It Starts.
I was born to pokemorphs parents, my mother an Absol pokemorph, Absol legs and paws for her back legs, beautiful dark Absol eyes, and soft white fuzz for hair. My father was a muscular Blaziken Pokemorph. He had the torso of the ninja pokemon, and the beak face, except for the lower jaw, which was human. I inherited my blue eyes from my father. The slight outlines and shadings of Blaziken colour was on his hair. He usually wore a pair of ripped blue denim jeans.
I can imagine how shocked they were to find a White Arcanine pokemorph be born. From the start, liked to wander. My parents and even the village elders, two wizened Slowking pokemorphs, could think of nothing that would work to stop me moving. I suppose in a way, my love of wandering got me into this me in the first place.
I went to school each day, and did very well. The classes were held outside, and we were taught about nature, plants - what was edible and what to stay well clear of, humans (never dwelt on for long) and other pokemon and pokemorphs. We went to school, the other pokemorph children and I, for 9 years, from ages 1 - 10.
At the age of ten, we were taught how to revert back to our pokemon forms, and how to conceal our true pokemorph identity if we chose to live either primarily in the wild, or in human inhabited areas. This, I had a bit more trouble with. I had no problem masking my white fuzzy waist length hair, and my faint silver striped arcanine legs (minus the feathers), but I could not, no matter how I tried, grow to my pokemon form.
The old elders thought it was because I was born as an evolved pokemorph. Yes, we evolve, just like pokemon. My best friend was a Pichu pokemorph, not yet having mastered his thunder attacks, and so staying as the Pichu form. He could shoot sparks, but usually ended shocking himself as well. He was improving, though. I just seemed to get worse and worse.
One day, a few months after I graduated from my school, I took a short trip around some of the lesser frequented places in the woods our village was built in. my snowy white legs blended in with the piles of snow that had fallen from the sky the previous night, when I came across a building that was made of a concrete type material, but wasn't concrete (think capsule corp. building from dragonball Z) there was one window, near the door. Yellow light shone from it. Sneaking closer, and peering into the window, I looked on at two humans and a Mightyena talking, looking at a map of some sort. Flicking my arcanine ears forward, I managed to catch a few snatches of conversation.
". Managed to find it.. Soon." "NOW! Send out. before nightfall!" " Sir. yes."
With a puzzled expression, I shuffled in the snow a fraction, to get a better view. That movement was what gave me away.
The Mightyena flicked its rounded cream ear towards the spot where I was standing. "YEEEEENAAAA!" it cried desperately to the taller, slightly younger man. Both the humans looked at me, peering into the window still. 'Shit.' I groaned inwardly. I turned and started running as fast as I could, wishing desperately that I could go into my pokemon form and be able to evade them easier.
As I reached the tree line, some 500 meters away, I could hear a roar of rage. "GET IT!!!!" the voice screamed. And then, from what I could gather, as I raced along the border, looking for my pack desperately so I could call for help, hundreds of humans came bursting out of the building, all with pokeballs at the ready. 'Shit.where is the damned thing?' I cursed myself for forgetting where I stashed it. 'No time.got to run.' I thought desperately to myself, barely missing an areal assault from a pidgey and spearow.
Pounding through the snow, I could feel the adrenalin pumping through my veins, and a strange sensation of my arms growing longer, and then touching the ground. When they hit the ground, I started to gallop on all fours, not even comprehending what I was doing. My fuzzy white hair became long and silky, and seemed to catch on every wisp of air that blew by. Another mass of hair, spreading from my nose that had turned canind and black, sweeping down my face, neck, legs and ending in a thick bushy tail, that shimmered with every step I took. I had faint silver stripes running down my back, and a blood red underbelly.
Coming back to my senses, I realised what I had done. I had changed into a White Arcanine. But there was no time for celebrating. I sped up, and stopped and turned in tome to see the humans coming at me from two hills away. I sharply drew in breath, and threw my head to the sky, roaring and oddly haunting cry. (Think Suicune's cry mixed with lugias from pkmn2000) then, I attacked the ones who were chasing me, bounding into the fray, slashing with my needle sharp claws, and emitting blue white flames from my mouth. None of them, humans or pokemon alike, stood a chance against a raging white arcanine that was eight feet tall at the shoulder.
After annihilating the humans and the pokemon, I collapsed. 'I never knew transforming for the first time would take so much out of you.' Those were my last thoughts as I drifted into the realm of unconsciousness.
Well, watcha think? I'm not sure how long these chappies are gonna be, ummm.. Any constructive criticism is gladly accepted, once again, no flames please. Silver was caught by the magmas; so if you want a mention, tell me. You'd most likely be magma, aqua or various. (Trainer, pokemorph, etc) tell me and if your lucky I'll put your name to a character. If you RP with that character, give me the details as well so I can be accurate. Thankies for reading this! The next chappie is in progress, wont be long, bye!
A White Arcanine Story
CHAPTER 2 - It Starts.
I was born to pokemorphs parents, my mother an Absol pokemorph, Absol legs and paws for her back legs, beautiful dark Absol eyes, and soft white fuzz for hair. My father was a muscular Blaziken Pokemorph. He had the torso of the ninja pokemon, and the beak face, except for the lower jaw, which was human. I inherited my blue eyes from my father. The slight outlines and shadings of Blaziken colour was on his hair. He usually wore a pair of ripped blue denim jeans.
I can imagine how shocked they were to find a White Arcanine pokemorph be born. From the start, liked to wander. My parents and even the village elders, two wizened Slowking pokemorphs, could think of nothing that would work to stop me moving. I suppose in a way, my love of wandering got me into this me in the first place.
I went to school each day, and did very well. The classes were held outside, and we were taught about nature, plants - what was edible and what to stay well clear of, humans (never dwelt on for long) and other pokemon and pokemorphs. We went to school, the other pokemorph children and I, for 9 years, from ages 1 - 10.
At the age of ten, we were taught how to revert back to our pokemon forms, and how to conceal our true pokemorph identity if we chose to live either primarily in the wild, or in human inhabited areas. This, I had a bit more trouble with. I had no problem masking my white fuzzy waist length hair, and my faint silver striped arcanine legs (minus the feathers), but I could not, no matter how I tried, grow to my pokemon form.
The old elders thought it was because I was born as an evolved pokemorph. Yes, we evolve, just like pokemon. My best friend was a Pichu pokemorph, not yet having mastered his thunder attacks, and so staying as the Pichu form. He could shoot sparks, but usually ended shocking himself as well. He was improving, though. I just seemed to get worse and worse.
One day, a few months after I graduated from my school, I took a short trip around some of the lesser frequented places in the woods our village was built in. my snowy white legs blended in with the piles of snow that had fallen from the sky the previous night, when I came across a building that was made of a concrete type material, but wasn't concrete (think capsule corp. building from dragonball Z) there was one window, near the door. Yellow light shone from it. Sneaking closer, and peering into the window, I looked on at two humans and a Mightyena talking, looking at a map of some sort. Flicking my arcanine ears forward, I managed to catch a few snatches of conversation.
". Managed to find it.. Soon." "NOW! Send out. before nightfall!" " Sir. yes."
With a puzzled expression, I shuffled in the snow a fraction, to get a better view. That movement was what gave me away.
The Mightyena flicked its rounded cream ear towards the spot where I was standing. "YEEEEENAAAA!" it cried desperately to the taller, slightly younger man. Both the humans looked at me, peering into the window still. 'Shit.' I groaned inwardly. I turned and started running as fast as I could, wishing desperately that I could go into my pokemon form and be able to evade them easier.
As I reached the tree line, some 500 meters away, I could hear a roar of rage. "GET IT!!!!" the voice screamed. And then, from what I could gather, as I raced along the border, looking for my pack desperately so I could call for help, hundreds of humans came bursting out of the building, all with pokeballs at the ready. 'Shit.where is the damned thing?' I cursed myself for forgetting where I stashed it. 'No time.got to run.' I thought desperately to myself, barely missing an areal assault from a pidgey and spearow.
Pounding through the snow, I could feel the adrenalin pumping through my veins, and a strange sensation of my arms growing longer, and then touching the ground. When they hit the ground, I started to gallop on all fours, not even comprehending what I was doing. My fuzzy white hair became long and silky, and seemed to catch on every wisp of air that blew by. Another mass of hair, spreading from my nose that had turned canind and black, sweeping down my face, neck, legs and ending in a thick bushy tail, that shimmered with every step I took. I had faint silver stripes running down my back, and a blood red underbelly.
Coming back to my senses, I realised what I had done. I had changed into a White Arcanine. But there was no time for celebrating. I sped up, and stopped and turned in tome to see the humans coming at me from two hills away. I sharply drew in breath, and threw my head to the sky, roaring and oddly haunting cry. (Think Suicune's cry mixed with lugias from pkmn2000) then, I attacked the ones who were chasing me, bounding into the fray, slashing with my needle sharp claws, and emitting blue white flames from my mouth. None of them, humans or pokemon alike, stood a chance against a raging white arcanine that was eight feet tall at the shoulder.
After annihilating the humans and the pokemon, I collapsed. 'I never knew transforming for the first time would take so much out of you.' Those were my last thoughts as I drifted into the realm of unconsciousness.
Well, watcha think? I'm not sure how long these chappies are gonna be, ummm.. Any constructive criticism is gladly accepted, once again, no flames please. Silver was caught by the magmas; so if you want a mention, tell me. You'd most likely be magma, aqua or various. (Trainer, pokemorph, etc) tell me and if your lucky I'll put your name to a character. If you RP with that character, give me the details as well so I can be accurate. Thankies for reading this! The next chappie is in progress, wont be long, bye!