Ashes, Ashes (MPC 61X/60B)
Apr 28, 2019 13:34:46 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2019 13:34:46 GMT
Did a MPC wildcard of From Your Point Of View, starring a bit from Patrasche's past! Yaaaay- 
I'd like Bits for this, please!
Heads up for heavy implications ofblood liquid data + heavy injury, if anyone's uncomfortable with it.
Thunder crashed, as the rain pelted the forest below one late night - not even the moon was visible with how thick the cloud cover was, leaving the woods casted in inky darkness. All, but the lights thru the windows of a small, quaint home - a cross between a house and a den, built into a burrow under the roots of a large and tall tree. A warm home, a cozy home - a home where a small family lived - a Dobermon-X mother, a WereGarurumon father, and a little Xiaomon. All was peaceful here, at least...
... Until now, that is.
. . .
A roar echoed, from outside our home - sending a fearful shudder up my spine. Mama and Papa are fighting something. I don't know what, or why, or how - but I don't know if I want to know. It sounds really scary, and it sounds really big - it had been banging on our tree, before Mama and Papa left to check it out and chase off the big mean digimon. In the meantime, I had ran into my room to hide - like Mama taught me. This isn't the first time a wild digimon has wandered by, to cause trouble - but this is the first time something this big or loud has ever wandered by, and I'm a little scared... But it's okay, right? Mama and Papa will scare this digimon off, too, and Mama will come into my room to help me calm down while Papa gets me some water - like they always do.
Still, though - I feel worried, too, since this digimon sounds so big... And both Mama and Papa sound like they're fighting pretty hard - I can hear them snarling and howling and fighting, I can hear the blasts from their attacks, some of which even shake the tree a little... I feel worried, a little scared, but I want to believe in Mama and Papa as hard as I can, too. A particularly loud crash sends me hiding under my covers once more though, it sounded like something broke through one of the windows out front! I'm too scared to look, so I'll just stay here....
.... but I hear something coming. Heavy, shuffling steps, labored breaths, something dripping - what's going on...?? Did something get in here...?! "M-Mama..." I couldn't help but whine, hiding my face against the cushions as I remain hidden under the covers. Maybe if I stay quiet, stay still, it won't see me - it'll just leave, and...
"S-... huff.... Sweetie...?"
... But that's Mama's voice... Mama sounds tired, and she sounds hurt - really hurt... But Mama is here, which means it's all over, right? But, no - I can still hear fighting outside, Papa must still be fighting the wild digimon all on his own, out there... I poke my head out from under the sheets, and in the darkness of my room - the lights are all turned off, like Mama always tells me to do - I can faintly see her shape in the doorway. But something's not right... Something's off about the shape of her silhouette, as though something is missing, and I smell something metallic - a strong smell... And why did Mama come back inside early? Was Papa winning? "Is... Is everything okay, Mama?" I'd softly ask - moving to jump out from my bed and approach her - but as I near her, as I near the doorway, I stop; my paw feeling something wet. What...? ... Wait-
"Patrasche, my darling little daughter... My sweet, sweet, baby...." I can feel Mama nuzzling me, cooing to me lovingly, gently, but... Something in her voice sounds so sad, too... And I think I know what I'm smelling, what's so wet on my paw - but before I can even ask, Mama is already nudging me towards the window at the back of my room. "It's not safe here, baby- I... I need you to run, and hide somewhere far from here..." I could hear my mother murmur to me, as she helped me up to the windowsill - it had always been a little high for me, as my room was partially underground. That wasn't my focus at the time, though - I instead asked "Mama, what's going on? Is Papa going to be okay?"
Mama would fall quiet for a few moments, and I couldn't help but feel only more fearful, at the lack of a response. "I... Mama and Papa will be okay, Patrasche darling..." Mama murmured to me, as she managed to nose open the window. I shuddered at the cold wind that blew into my room, and the raindrops that pelted against my fur with it. "It's just that this digimon is a little bigger than usual, and we're afraid what might happen, if the tree collapses while you're here... So I just... Need you to run, okay?" She'd ask me gently, though as she spoke, her voice only grew wearier. "M..Mama...?" "We'll come after you, once everything is safe... Okay...? Just... Please, please darling, just be... Be a good girl for me, please. I just need you to run.... Run as far as you can... I just... Need to rest a minute..."
She nudged me towards the cold and the rain - and I could hear as her breathing became heavier, more labored, as if... Even talking was tiring her. Faintly, I could see her form - leaning against the windowsill, and... I wasn't sure why, but dread gripped my heart, seeing her like this. But I was a good girl, and as a good girl, I'll do as Mama said - even... Even if I felt this weird dread, in my chest. Like something was terribly wrong.
I could hear the fighting, see faint flashes from around the other side of the tree, as I ran out into the rain. A large skeletal and monstrous shape could faintly be made out in the midst of the light, and I could faintly see my father as well, as the two digimon traded blows - yet... Papa looked as though he was hurt, too - both Mama and Papa were hurt, yet this big digimon didn't seem to be... I tried to ignore it, I tried to run out towards the edge of the clearing that surrounded our home, so that I could hide. Yet I couldn't ignore when I heard Papa yelp in pain - I glanced back as I ran, to see as something struck him dead on, sending him tumbling back to the ground, and...
... He wasn't getting up. Why wasn't Papa getting up?? The digimon was getting closer! Before I could even stop myself, I couldn't help but scream out to him - "PAPA...!! Get up, it's right there!"
I quickly realized my mistake though, when I could hear the digimon's low growl, when I could feel its gaze on me. I froze up in fear - Papa still wasn't moving, the wild digimon was looking at me, as a purple fire built in it's maw and -
I felt something tackle into my side, sending me tumbling into a bush as the purple flames washed over the undergrowth and trees - I could feel the heat, but I was just beyond the reach of the fire as it set the plants aflame, smouldering and smoking heavily under the rain. The fire wouldn't last long - but it lasted long enough for me to see Mama, staggered - missing one of her front legs - but still trying to face the skeletal wild digimon herself, all on her own. "RUN!" She would howl to me - "RUN, AND DON'T LOOK BACK!"
There was a desperation to her voice - a desperation I never heard before, something I could barely understand, but I did as she told and turned to run - trying to ignore whatever roars, snarls, and finally yelps I might hear behind me as I fled into the darkness of the forest...
... Eventually, the rain was all I could hear, the rain, the crashing thunder above, and my own sobs - "Mama... Papa..." ...
... .... ....
When my legs carried me no longer, when I barely had the breath to even cry or call out to parents who wouldn't be able to respond, I'd have nestled myself in the thick bushes and bramble - even if the thorns scraped at my fur. I don't know how long I remained there, and I don't even know how long I slumbered for, when exhaustion finally took me... All I knew was that when I woke up, the rain had long-since passed, and the sun was rising - the light peeking through the canopies.
But even as I woke, my limbs felt heavy, and my heart was gripped with anxiety, with fear. Against my better judgement, I would leave the safety of the bramble - and against my better judgement, I turned back to home. Maybe, if I hoped enough, if I prayed to the powers of this world enough, they'd be okay.... ...
... But all I found, was ashes.
I could still smell Mama and Papa's scents on the air, as well as the wild digimon's - but the scents were stale, partially washed-out by the rain. There was no signs of any of them, either - only the slightest trace amounts of lingering data, and not even a response as I threw my head back and howled to the sky, hoping that maybe Mama or Papa would respond with a howl of their own. And the tree, the tree that I once called home...
... There was little left of it. The upper portions of the trunk had snapped, leaving it toppled over - and both the resulting log and what was left of my home was heavily scorched. There was nothing to return to, no point in staying here...
And yet, there was nothing I could do but feel that despair, that sadness, well up once more. "Why... why...?" I whimpered as I began to cry again, pacing around the clearing once, twice, thrice - hoping maybe I overlooked something, that I missed something, but... There were no scents leading away from the clearing, besides the scent of the wild digimon; and I could only find one thing, hidden amongst the ash and rubble of what was once my home.
A silver locket - Mama's locket. It was a little tarnished, dirtied in ash and scorch marks, but... It was still recognizable, I could still tell what it was. I sniffled, as I picked it up - managing to loop it around my neck. I glanced around, peering to the rising sun, and... With nothing else here...
... I left, glancing back to the rubble of my home, as I disappeared into the undergrowth of the surrounding woods once more, sniffling and crying softly to myself all the while...
I'd like Bits for this, please!
Heads up for heavy implications of
Thunder crashed, as the rain pelted the forest below one late night - not even the moon was visible with how thick the cloud cover was, leaving the woods casted in inky darkness. All, but the lights thru the windows of a small, quaint home - a cross between a house and a den, built into a burrow under the roots of a large and tall tree. A warm home, a cozy home - a home where a small family lived - a Dobermon-X mother, a WereGarurumon father, and a little Xiaomon. All was peaceful here, at least...
... Until now, that is.
. . .
A roar echoed, from outside our home - sending a fearful shudder up my spine. Mama and Papa are fighting something. I don't know what, or why, or how - but I don't know if I want to know. It sounds really scary, and it sounds really big - it had been banging on our tree, before Mama and Papa left to check it out and chase off the big mean digimon. In the meantime, I had ran into my room to hide - like Mama taught me. This isn't the first time a wild digimon has wandered by, to cause trouble - but this is the first time something this big or loud has ever wandered by, and I'm a little scared... But it's okay, right? Mama and Papa will scare this digimon off, too, and Mama will come into my room to help me calm down while Papa gets me some water - like they always do.
Still, though - I feel worried, too, since this digimon sounds so big... And both Mama and Papa sound like they're fighting pretty hard - I can hear them snarling and howling and fighting, I can hear the blasts from their attacks, some of which even shake the tree a little... I feel worried, a little scared, but I want to believe in Mama and Papa as hard as I can, too. A particularly loud crash sends me hiding under my covers once more though, it sounded like something broke through one of the windows out front! I'm too scared to look, so I'll just stay here....
.... but I hear something coming. Heavy, shuffling steps, labored breaths, something dripping - what's going on...?? Did something get in here...?! "M-Mama..." I couldn't help but whine, hiding my face against the cushions as I remain hidden under the covers. Maybe if I stay quiet, stay still, it won't see me - it'll just leave, and...
"S-... huff.... Sweetie...?"
... But that's Mama's voice... Mama sounds tired, and she sounds hurt - really hurt... But Mama is here, which means it's all over, right? But, no - I can still hear fighting outside, Papa must still be fighting the wild digimon all on his own, out there... I poke my head out from under the sheets, and in the darkness of my room - the lights are all turned off, like Mama always tells me to do - I can faintly see her shape in the doorway. But something's not right... Something's off about the shape of her silhouette, as though something is missing, and I smell something metallic - a strong smell... And why did Mama come back inside early? Was Papa winning? "Is... Is everything okay, Mama?" I'd softly ask - moving to jump out from my bed and approach her - but as I near her, as I near the doorway, I stop; my paw feeling something wet. What...? ... Wait-
"Patrasche, my darling little daughter... My sweet, sweet, baby...." I can feel Mama nuzzling me, cooing to me lovingly, gently, but... Something in her voice sounds so sad, too... And I think I know what I'm smelling, what's so wet on my paw - but before I can even ask, Mama is already nudging me towards the window at the back of my room. "It's not safe here, baby- I... I need you to run, and hide somewhere far from here..." I could hear my mother murmur to me, as she helped me up to the windowsill - it had always been a little high for me, as my room was partially underground. That wasn't my focus at the time, though - I instead asked "Mama, what's going on? Is Papa going to be okay?"
Mama would fall quiet for a few moments, and I couldn't help but feel only more fearful, at the lack of a response. "I... Mama and Papa will be okay, Patrasche darling..." Mama murmured to me, as she managed to nose open the window. I shuddered at the cold wind that blew into my room, and the raindrops that pelted against my fur with it. "It's just that this digimon is a little bigger than usual, and we're afraid what might happen, if the tree collapses while you're here... So I just... Need you to run, okay?" She'd ask me gently, though as she spoke, her voice only grew wearier. "M..Mama...?" "We'll come after you, once everything is safe... Okay...? Just... Please, please darling, just be... Be a good girl for me, please. I just need you to run.... Run as far as you can... I just... Need to rest a minute..."
She nudged me towards the cold and the rain - and I could hear as her breathing became heavier, more labored, as if... Even talking was tiring her. Faintly, I could see her form - leaning against the windowsill, and... I wasn't sure why, but dread gripped my heart, seeing her like this. But I was a good girl, and as a good girl, I'll do as Mama said - even... Even if I felt this weird dread, in my chest. Like something was terribly wrong.
I could hear the fighting, see faint flashes from around the other side of the tree, as I ran out into the rain. A large skeletal and monstrous shape could faintly be made out in the midst of the light, and I could faintly see my father as well, as the two digimon traded blows - yet... Papa looked as though he was hurt, too - both Mama and Papa were hurt, yet this big digimon didn't seem to be... I tried to ignore it, I tried to run out towards the edge of the clearing that surrounded our home, so that I could hide. Yet I couldn't ignore when I heard Papa yelp in pain - I glanced back as I ran, to see as something struck him dead on, sending him tumbling back to the ground, and...
... He wasn't getting up. Why wasn't Papa getting up?? The digimon was getting closer! Before I could even stop myself, I couldn't help but scream out to him - "PAPA...!! Get up, it's right there!"
I quickly realized my mistake though, when I could hear the digimon's low growl, when I could feel its gaze on me. I froze up in fear - Papa still wasn't moving, the wild digimon was looking at me, as a purple fire built in it's maw and -
I felt something tackle into my side, sending me tumbling into a bush as the purple flames washed over the undergrowth and trees - I could feel the heat, but I was just beyond the reach of the fire as it set the plants aflame, smouldering and smoking heavily under the rain. The fire wouldn't last long - but it lasted long enough for me to see Mama, staggered - missing one of her front legs - but still trying to face the skeletal wild digimon herself, all on her own. "RUN!" She would howl to me - "RUN, AND DON'T LOOK BACK!"
There was a desperation to her voice - a desperation I never heard before, something I could barely understand, but I did as she told and turned to run - trying to ignore whatever roars, snarls, and finally yelps I might hear behind me as I fled into the darkness of the forest...
... Eventually, the rain was all I could hear, the rain, the crashing thunder above, and my own sobs - "Mama... Papa..." ...
... .... ....
When my legs carried me no longer, when I barely had the breath to even cry or call out to parents who wouldn't be able to respond, I'd have nestled myself in the thick bushes and bramble - even if the thorns scraped at my fur. I don't know how long I remained there, and I don't even know how long I slumbered for, when exhaustion finally took me... All I knew was that when I woke up, the rain had long-since passed, and the sun was rising - the light peeking through the canopies.
But even as I woke, my limbs felt heavy, and my heart was gripped with anxiety, with fear. Against my better judgement, I would leave the safety of the bramble - and against my better judgement, I turned back to home. Maybe, if I hoped enough, if I prayed to the powers of this world enough, they'd be okay.... ...
... But all I found, was ashes.
I could still smell Mama and Papa's scents on the air, as well as the wild digimon's - but the scents were stale, partially washed-out by the rain. There was no signs of any of them, either - only the slightest trace amounts of lingering data, and not even a response as I threw my head back and howled to the sky, hoping that maybe Mama or Papa would respond with a howl of their own. And the tree, the tree that I once called home...
... There was little left of it. The upper portions of the trunk had snapped, leaving it toppled over - and both the resulting log and what was left of my home was heavily scorched. There was nothing to return to, no point in staying here...
And yet, there was nothing I could do but feel that despair, that sadness, well up once more. "Why... why...?" I whimpered as I began to cry again, pacing around the clearing once, twice, thrice - hoping maybe I overlooked something, that I missed something, but... There were no scents leading away from the clearing, besides the scent of the wild digimon; and I could only find one thing, hidden amongst the ash and rubble of what was once my home.
A silver locket - Mama's locket. It was a little tarnished, dirtied in ash and scorch marks, but... It was still recognizable, I could still tell what it was. I sniffled, as I picked it up - managing to loop it around my neck. I glanced around, peering to the rising sun, and... With nothing else here...
... I left, glancing back to the rubble of my home, as I disappeared into the undergrowth of the surrounding woods once more, sniffling and crying softly to myself all the while...
