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It's not that I am against ideas. I am against ideas not relevant to the story.
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When the Fire Nation soldier came tumbling over the edge he hid. He crept as far back into the crevice as he could. The large pile of fruit pressed to his tail. His fur was raised. His hackles and sides shivering. His entire body shivering in anger and fear. The heat of the night lasted well into the next morning. And into the morning after that.
The Air Bison had bellowed briefly and then were silent. The sobbing of people had filled the air. The hours had dragged along like grasshoppers through honey. They world was quiet now. Quiet and still.
The wind continued to whisper around the mountains. The comet continued its trek across the heavens. Momo sat in his cave and knew that something was very very wrong.
The lemur crept from his hiding pace and sniffed at the air. Ash was swirling down from above him. The lemur's nose wrinkled and he sneezed. The air had a dead smell to it. A weight that seemed to suck all of the joy and light from the sunshine.
The sun continued to shine downwards. Almost insultingly. Momo glanced one way. The ledge lead back to the temple and to people. The other way lead to a dead end. He glanced over the edge of the ledge he was standing on. There were corpses down there. Way below.
He saw one or two shifting. Scavenger animals were pecking at them. Something soft and small shivered below him. He took halting steps back.
Winged lemurs are not, were not, and had never been stupid creatures. Contrary to popular belief they were actually rather canny. But no animal could comprehend the meaning of man.
All that Momo knew was that his human was gone. Along with the great Air Bison that the two rode on constantly. And now he sat alone at the edge of the ledge. He stared out at the sky. Nervously fiddling his fingers.
Aang would be back. He had to be back. Aang was his human. And humans never abandoned their lemurs. That just wasn't done. Momo's stomach growled. He retreated to the sack full of fruit and pulled out a peach. The kind with little ribbons of yellow and gold and orange. He sniffed the tasty treat. The lemurs always scarfed snacks, but tasty treats like peaches must be savored and enjoyed. His tiny teeth sunk into the skin. A blast of juice splashed against his tongue. He licked at the tasty core and soon the entire fruit had gone into his gullet.
He took the pit and walked down the length of the ledge. A large rock had a small bonsai tree growing upon it. The tree pointed upwards towards a crack in the stone wall. The lemur jumped, fluttered, gripped the sheer face rock with his intelligent little toes and shoved the entire pit into the hole.
It would grow into another peach tree. Or it would die. Some of them died. Some of them lived. It all depended on the pit and the location.
Something shifted beneath Momo. He spun around with a nervous hiss. His teeth bared. He dropped to all fours, arching his back and spitting dangerously. Attempting to look bigger then he was. He stopped and tilted his head quizzically.
The elderly lemur was burnt bad. So badly that his wings were burnt through. It was no wonder Momo didn't smell him. The poor creature reeked of smoke and fire. The older male remained laying on the dirt. A long line of ants were marching across him.
Momo shooed the bugs away and sniffed the elder carefully. The elder coughed again and shifted so that his great big brown eyes were staring up at Momo.
Lemurs did not have a language. But they could get the gist of things. So Momo pressed his nose to the older bulls nose and rubbed them together. Just to smell what he had smelled. Momo pulled back in alarm, warning bells flaring and concern billowing through him like nothing he had ever felt before in his short life.
The elderly lemur's nose was cracked and bone dry. Any self respecting lemur had a nice damp nose that they used to press to all sorts of neat and interesting things. But this poor bugger clearly was not well.
Momo scurried back into his hole. He grabbed a papaya and brought the tasty treat out to the elder. Momo placed the fruit near the poor burnt creatures face. Right within licking distance. The older lemur stuck out his tongue and gave a half hearted lick. Then settled back down with a little whine.
Momo scurried around the bigger lemur. His hands nervously fluttering. He finally reached out and touched the remains of a flap of skin. The older lemur let out a whine and shifted away. Momo jumped back, as if he had been struck by lightning.
He finally sat down beside the older lemur and just watched and waited.
The day wore on. The stars started to peek out. Momo found he had no appetite. He finally bit into the papaya. Breaking the skin and letting the juices drip out. He placed the fruit close to the elder's mouth. The older lemur pursed his lips and with a small chittering noise began to drink from the skin. Even chewing a little bit.
Momo sat next to the burnt animal for the entire day and night. Not touching him, but peeling at the fruit. Pressing his tiny thumbs into the flesh. And dipping the meat of the treat into the other lemurs mouth.
The older lemur curled up next to the papaya and slept. Momo glanced at the older one nervously. And then sniffed the air. The reek of fire still clung to the mountain. And the scent of burnt flesh. Momo took a peach out of his fruit bag and began to walk nervously up the ledge. Too frightened to fly. He walked slowly and carefully.
Momo arrived at the first few steps of the temple in a few hours. He peeked over the last step and glanced around. No human's walked among the wreckage. Overturned tables had left fruit pies, eggless tarts, and fresh cakes scattered. Insects swarmed over the food. But no scavengers picked at the remains.
Human corpses had been left where they had been killed. Momo waddled awkwardly to one. A young woman with blue tattoos. Bright kind eyes that stared glassily outwards. Her throat had been slit. Momo sat in front of her and pressed a hand to her chilled lips. He took a few nervous hops back. Picking up his peach he walked deeper into the temple.
A broken bee hive still buzzed with the confused inhabitants. Koi ponds bobbed with their deceased residents. Trees had been yanked up by the roots. Fields of fine flowers and finer cereal crops had been burnt down to the bed rock. Garlands of flowers fluttered through the air. The blackened petals crushed underfoot. The ground was muddy with blood.
Momo let out a nervous whine. The pika peepers were silent. The sky was empty of Air Bison. He didn't smell a single lemur. The very wind felt singed. And the death that hung everywhere was horrifying.
He heard a small whine before he smelt her. She was a female flying lemur. A mother. She was near the lip of an overturned vase. One side had been smashed open. The orange and yellow designs scattered around impartially. She had taken refuge in the debris. A juvenile female hid behind the mother. Cubs hung onto the mother and the juvenile's backs.
Another cub was laid out on the ground. Dead. The mother nuzzled the dead baby. Pressing her nose and forehead to the poor little thing. The baby's tail had been clipped off. The mother lifted the baby up. The neck was broken and the head lolled drunkenly on the snapped spine.
The baby on the juveniles back let out little chirps of concern. The baby on the mothers back echoed back. Momo approached the small family with his peach. He let out a purr of confusion.
The juvenile arched her back and hissed once, warningly. The mother pulled her dead infant to her chest and let out her own warning hiss. Momo paused and placed his peach down. He rolled the food forward.
The peach knocked against the mother's foot. She didn't even glance down. She just kept on cradling her dead infant to herself. Her other children perked up. Their tummy's growling. They began to let out eager chittering's.
The juvenile crept forward. Her eyes still locked on Momo. She snatched the fruit and bit into it. Juice dripping down her round little chin and staining her black and white fur. Her tail flicked one way and then the other. The flavors delighting her shell shocked senses.
Momo took a few cautious steps back. Giving the small broken family some room. The two infants crawled from their elder's backs and joined the juvenile female in her meal. Nibbling at the sweet flesh with eager desperate eyes.
The family followed Momo back down the mountain. The mother kept the corpse of her child clutched to her chest the entire time. She only let go when scavenger birds began to circle their little ledge.
The burnt lemur stumbled along awkwardly behind Momo. The two males sniffed carefully. Glancing at the sky and then around the temple. There had been humans over the past few weeks. Some were Air Nomads. Stragglers who came to clean up the destroyed home. Others were Fire Nation. Killers come to wipe out the stragglers.
One Air Nomad had hidden away in the nearby caverns. The flying lemurs saw the robes now and again. But never got a good clear look at the last Air Bender. They merely sensed the presence.
Momo and the burnt lemur paused and looked nervously over an open courtyard. The scavenger flyers had become bolder over the last few months. With all of the meat delivered to them, they would hunt and attack anything that was small and food shaped. Which included lemurs.
So the tiny furry flyers had become far more cautious. Each courtyard was a possible place of ambush. Every open window could be filled with big black wings and sharp claws. Their old home was now a wreckage populated by danger.
The two males had raided the Air Bison pens for edible straw for their mates. A few additional flying lemurs had joined them over the last few months. Swinging to their ledges in pairs, once a group of seven had landed. There was now a small colony of the flying lemurs who were taking shelter. The large bag of fruit left behind for them had been picked through within a few days.
The rock wall was now stuffed to the brim with chewed on pits and cores and pips. Cleverly hidden into the crevices and rocks, the lemurs were keeping their stash hidden from the winds. In the past few months the small pits had actually started to take root. In a few months more they might have some fruit trees growing.
None of them had any sort of deep conscious thought towards this though. They were just simple lemurs after all. They were worried about getting food immediately. So that was what the duo were doing.
Raiding the remains of the temple for any food that they could scrounge up and bring back to the others.
Momo tip toed carefully over a burnt garden. There were some grass shoots sticking up. And in the earth a few root vegetables had survived. But outside of that there was not a lot. He pulled out a tiny sweet potato and chewed on one edge reflectively. His jaw worked hard and he finished the meal. His stomach still growled.
The older lemur managed to find a root for himself. Momo searched and found another half rotten potato. He chewed off the bad parts and brought the remains to the older lemur. The stooped lemur took the food gratefully. Chewing slowly and carefully.
Momo watched the skies as the elder ate. The two wearily went into a dilapidated building. A small training shed that held jars full of perfume and wines. Just one of hundreds of tiny cottages that dotted the mountain tops.
A massive hole hung in the far wall. Dozens of dead men littered the floor. A few small children were collapsed in a corner. And an old monk with a magnificent mustache, destroyed yellow robes and a large medallion sat in the center. The medallion had massive prayer beads made out of a rare orange obsidian. A fancy design graced the center of the medallion. The monk's eyes were closed. His wrinkles darting downwards.
He had been burnt to death.
Still he seemed peaceful in his passing. As if he had done all he could. And his spirit while unfulfilled realized that its time had come. Momo skittered up to the corpse. Sniffing at the fingers. The fingers smelt sweet, sugar cane was constantly upon them. The robes also had a familiar smell. Beneath the scent of flame, beneath the scent of pain and death and rot….There was the vaguest tinge. The faintest smell of Aang.
Momo rubbed his forehead over the old man's hands. Something had been chewing at his fingers, the bones were beginning to poke through. Momo chittered a little and stood on his back legs to look around the ruined room.
It was strange to see a place so full of life now polluted with death. It was strange to see these interlopers breaking in and desecrating the temples. Momo sniffed, his large brown eyes were bright and confused.
After all why would the humans do all of this? What did they have to gain? The little flying lemur hopped from Monk Gyatso's corpse. He stared at the open face with his own open curiosity.
There was no food in the hut so the duo left. They wandered the temples. Exploring, chittering, hiding, skittering. Constantly moving from hiding place to hiding place. Riffling through abandoned cookery, hopping on top of counters, exploring the remains of the Air Nomad temples.
Momo paused in front of a statue. He cocked his head and hopped onto the lap. He studied the mustached face. The statue was warm. And sat in the middle of a small balcony. The sunlight hit the stone and warmed the fine features perfectly.
Momo stood up and touched the lips. The chin. The forehead. The whiskers.
Momo jumped off of Monk Gyatso's lap. He fluttered down off of the balcony. He made quick time back to the corpse. He sat on the dead man's lap and studied the features.
They were just like the one in the stone. He didn't know what to make of that.
Momo turned and flew back towards the statue.
The little lemur spent most of the rest of the day making the little trips. He bounced from corpse to statue, corpse to statue, constantly eyeing the dead man. Comparing the stone man's face. He was not satisfied. Momo felt as if there was something just on the tip of his brain. And he couldn't understand what.
Eventually he returned to the old lemur. The two scurried back down to their hidden cliff ledge. Where the rest of their clan waited.
Many years pass.
Momo readjusted his cub. The little smart limbed creature gripped her father's back fur purposefully. Her mother was licking a pair of squabbling infants before hissing at them to sit down and shut up.
The nock eared female ran the flying lemurs like a well regulated army unit. There were fewer and fewer of the flying lemurs born every year on the temple. With the monks gone there just seemed little reason to stick around.
Many lemurs had already gone flying off into the greater world. In search of better food. In search of more mates. Some just because they were nomadic. And it felt good to spread their wings and fly.
Momo had remained. And his children had grown. Some remained on the mountain. Other's left.
This one gripping his back was from the latest litter. He readjusted her grip and clambered up the rock face. Inching over the familiar hand holds and ledges. He jumped and flapped onto the temple proper.
They flew for a few minutes until they reached the old dilapidated hut. Momo scurried over a fallen pile of stones and then sat in front of the corpse. The Fire Nation armor was full of skeletons. There still clung some meat to Gyatso's frame. He was stubborn even in death. The skin had turned brown and mummified.
The cub let out an anxious cooing sound of distaste. Momo sniffed at the dead Air Nomad. The scents had drifted away through the years. But if Momo concentrated he could still vaguely smell his Aang. His cub sniffed the cuff of the dead mans robe. She could not smell Aang. But she could smell the memory of Aang.
This pleased Momo.
Momo walked purposefully from the hut. His cub following after him. The two took the stairs and then a few hallways. They came to the statue of Monk Gyatso. Momo tilted his head one way and then the other. His cub copied him. The duo jumped into the stone lap, turned in a tight circle and then settled down on the warm lap that welcomed them. The sun shined on the little survivors and they slept comfortably next to each other.
Even more time went by.
Momo died fighting a juvenile dwarf griffin. The black feathered creature just needed to eat. And the cub needed to live.
Momo's cubs grew big and strong. They went on to have cubs of their own. One of Momo's offspring retraced her steps to a dead Air Nomad on a weekly basis. She then would settle down in the lap of a stone statue, warmed by the son. She taught this to her cub. And he taught that to his. And so on and so forth.
Sooner then you think.
The Air Temple sat silent as an empty mountain top. A few birds circled overhead. The sound of the eerie wind whistling hypnotically around the empty doors and through the ransacked rooms. Rain had washed in through the open windows. Black mold stained some of the stairs. Broken pottery and torn tapestries danced in the breeze.
The lemur slept on the stone statue. The mustached man sat immobile. His warm lap was sun soft and perfect for a dozing lemur.
He was not the last one in the temple. There were others who hugged the cliff edges and the sides of the mountains. But he was the only one who came onto the temple proper anymore.
He was a juvenile who had stopped sniffing around for a mate a while back. Sure he and his aunts and cousins and sisters and even his mother had their romping roaring fun. But he was bored with the familiarity.
Except for this statue and it's place in the sun. He had sat here since he was a cub and found it rather cozy. Most of his other siblings had been given their marching orders and were off flying through the other mountains and hills. He would be leaving eventually as well. Off to search for his future.
Although as a lemur he did not think as strictly as that. All he knew was it was almost time to go. There were leagues to cross and fruit to eat and cubs to be made and raised. But all of that would come in time. Only fools rushed when there were sunbeams to be slept in.
Gyatso.
The name echoed in his ears again. He sat up and looked around in confusion. His mind felt foggy all of a sudden. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed inquisitively. Something was different in the air. A great big something was coming. The scent of fresh hay and old grass was drifting over the temple walls.
A massive shadow crossed overhead. The entire sun was darkened for a moment.
The lemur stood up sharply and wrinkled his forehead. Something was different. He rested his hand on the side of the statue. Something was familiarly different. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed. He…he knew this smell.
He jumped from the statue of monk Gyatso and flew to the abandoned hut. He darted underneath a hole in the stones and sniffed at the skeletons orange robe. The vaguest scent of a memory hung on that skeleton's robe. The memory of a memory of a memory.
The shifting of something massive came from the courtyard. The lemur's nose wrinkled and a spark shot between his ears. He raced from the hut. Memory drifting over memory. He drifted over the abandoned playing fields. The over grown gardens. The empty koi ponds. The destroyed pieces of masonry.
He landed on a small ledge. More of a goat path really. He ran to a large bonsai tree, the roots practically covered the entire rock it rested on. He sniffed around, finally finding the familiar peach tree that grew from a crack in the stone.
The lemur that would be Momo reached into the crack and yanked out a hunk of white fur. Of Air Bison fur. He sniffed it rapidly. Then sniffed at the air.
Appa's fur leapt into the wind and flew off into the blue horizon. The lemur leapt from the ledge and glided on a rising thermal. Towards the bickering voices of two boys. And the deep grumbling of a massive air bison. Who was finally home.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored. Please keep reviews relevant to the story. I enjoy questions/reviews/Talking about stories/future stories. In their relevant fics/fandoms.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
It's not that I am against ideas. I am against ideas not relevant to the story.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
Editor's Note: So this is about what happened to the lemurs after the Air Nomad's died?
Creeply: Yep
Editor's Note: The sex man get us back to the sex already.