Lady Myuu
Damsel mostly Stressed.
Telepathic speaking is in this: Hey I am talking telepathicly to you... looks like typing don't it?
Based off the VIDEO GAMES. NOT THE MOVIE. NOPE. NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MOVIE.
He had been through a lot, his eyes showed how mature and majestic he was underneath his deformed and mangled body, the body of something unnatural to nature, something alien. He walked slowly, his large two toed feet stepping onto the warm soft soil below him. His eyes rose up to meet what lay before him.
His body shivered, the thin velvety fur that covered his body seemed to tingle at the very feeling of the place he was in. It seemed so old, so rare and precious. He stopped now, his senses soaking in everything about this new place. He closed his violet eyes and took in a deep breath. The air tasted moist and humid, the air smelt sweet with rich vegetation. Reaching out his gray furred hand, it was longer than a humans and thinner too, barely any muscle on it. The fingers were just three with round bulbs on the ends no real thumb. The hand was placed on the trunk of a thick old tree.
It was rough and yet soothing to him, simple and beautiful. His ears though could not be seen by the naked eye, picked up on the sounds about him, the cries and songs of wild creatures. They were healthy and loud, echoing about the world around him. Opening the violet eyes once more he took in all he could see.
A thick rain forest, filled with color and life, the trees grew close together, veins hanged down from the tops of the canopy and sunlight filtered down speckling the forest floor with rays of light. He began moving again, the lights hitting off his gray and purple form and each time they sprinkled over his body he soaked in the overwhelming warmth of the sun.
The creature lifted his head. His catlike face looking up high into the trees, his snout was not feline like though, two slits on the end replaced what could have been a pink nose. No whiskers or freckles, just thin gray fur. He was still moving on his large legs as the forest soon began to thin and his form was covered in the warm sunlight, his eyes fell down to some formation before him.
It was very old, covered in moss and vines; the structure was made of stone and stood against the mountain range like the entrance to some forbidden paradise. Pillars were spaced perfectly apart from one another, dancing around the hard rock walls and held up an oversized roof that passed the main walls and came out beyond before being held up by the beautifully crafted pillars. Long mossy steps of stone rose higher and higher before it reached the grand opening in the temple, it was an eerie and yet almost familiar sight.
The creature stopped and stared at the building with almost a homesick feeling, his eyes soaking in every detail, his arms quivered and his soul began to grow nervous. He was here, after months of searching. He found it… he found what he wanted, what he had been seeking for so badly. Soon he would know the answers, the answers that plague a lost child, someone who always wanted acceptance, understanding, respect… love.
He began to move now, his body was shaking a bit, the long purple tail behind his swayed in excitement and a bit of fear. His feet stepped onto the first step; he froze now, his mind racing, thinking over what he wanted to do, to say. What if this was all wrong? What if he was turned away? He wasn’t like anything any creature had seen before. He was unnatural, he was false, a shadow, a copy of something. Everything he knew, his memories were not his, and even his soul was not his. Everything he was belonged to something else, something greater and pure. Something he never should have been created from…
He was a fluke, a wrong, a stain on a perfect symbol of love and joy and everything beautiful and pure. Everything he was not.
He shook his head, he had gone through to much, needed his answers… he would go mad if he never knew. He stepped once more and then another, each step giving just enough boost for another. Each breath became more fierce and deeper then the other, his eyes narrowed his heart pounded.
His was moving quickly now, like a child who had just learned he could run. He sprinted up the steps. his body looked out of place in such a beautiful rich setting. He didn’t seem fit for the ability to run and yet he found he could. Before he knew it, he was standing on the top of the long stairway, his eyes wide and his breath ragged showing he was not built at all for such movements.
His canine teeth showed as his tongue hanged out of his mouth a little, catching his breath. He paused realizing he could have easily teleported or flouted up the steps and not much the strain on his body. But then again he wasn’t thinking of anything more then getting inside, finding out what he searched for. Perhaps he needed to know, was his body of real use to him, or a burden to the mind it held.
But he pushed these thoughts back, ignoring how easily he got distracted by the simplest things. But being such a young mind in such a large world, it was to be accepted that one would ponder anything one did not understand.
He moved again, slower now, as if he was walking on daggers. His eyes darted about as he passed from the sunlight into the cool shade of the temple. His gaze following the walls as he entered into a hallway, the ruin temple was carved into like artwork, the walls decorated with detail and drawings that he could not take the time to understand. He saw humans and pokemon; he saw history and stories being told in the walls.
But he did not ponder on these, as he was still set on finding the one… the one he wanted to find so bitterly and badly. He tried to ignore the walls, not wanting his attention to be detained by anything more. He walked at a normal pace now, that nervousness and excitement returning to him and giving him the nerve to keep going. After what felt like hours but was truly minutes, the hall walls began to widen before fading away all together and he entered the center of the temple.
The stone floor has moss patches all over it, four pillars in the center parted just enough from each other to allow for a dry fountain to be in the center. The once water filled decoration was now dry and cracked, the pool had nothing but some mold while in the center came a rock pipe, some how hollowed out and on top of that sat a stone bowl which use to fill with the waters and flow over into the main pool.
The walls were just as decorated as the hallways, a story being told here, one with small creatures and humans, moving about in this jungle. The creatures seemed to dance about the humans in playful manner as the humans carried baskets and other objects of surviving need. He then saw the temple carved into the wall, the humans going up or down the step with many of the small feline like creatures with rodent like feet flouting about with no real purpose or meaning.
The next panel showed this very room he stood in, many of the small creatures flouted about the fountain while humans bowed down before it dropping the baskets contents into the waters. They were worshiping the creatures… he turned his eyes to the next panel and stood stock still as he stared. Carved into the wall was a human, holding up one of the creature’s by its tail, it looked dead. Many other humans stood behind the first, each holding a strange long stick object, he soon realized what it was.
Guns, old fashion guns, these humans were different from the others; they came from who knows where and… he turned his eyes to the next panel…. It was empty.
It seemed these strangers to the land destroyed what these humans and the creatures held, taking what they wanted and destroyed what stood in the way and left.
“Mew”
He froze, his tail dropping and his body tensing as if it was about to be attacked. Silence followed before he slowly turned his head then his body, his violet eyes widening a bit before his head lowered a little as he stared at the creature before him.
The small creature flouted in midair effortlessly, its form was small and rounded, like a rodent, two long rounded legs with long feet hang below it while its small feline like head eyed the newcomer with puzzlement and something else, he did not know. The two pointed ears twitched a bit as a long thin tail flowed behind it like a ribbon, a small bulb on the end.
“Mew?” The high pitch child like voice spoke.
He knew though, exactly what she was saying, speaking to him, as if he was a stranger to her.
Then she changed her tone, well her way of speaking really. Her blue eyes narrowed a bit.
Child?
He stared at her.
Do you speak?
He closed his eyes and gave a short nod, I do. He replied his voice deep and mature, that of an older man.
I did not expect you to find me. She said calmly, flouting a bit closer.
You did not expect a child to search for his mother? He nearly snapped, but was able to keep his cool and his eyes narrowing a bit. She did not seem startled or alarmed by his reaction.
I have not been called that in a long time… she turned her gaze away and flouted bit towards the wall.
A very long time indeed.
He watched her closely before turning his gaze towards the wall. I have many questions.
I am sure you do. She replied quickly as she turned her gaze towards him.
He didn’t know how to begin, his body was shaking once more, and there she was. Right there in front of him, he had felt anger toward her, rejection, unworthiness, fear… but now he just… he just wanted her to recognize him as apart of her.
Why?
Why what, child? She replied as she ran her small paw over one of the panels.
He lowered his head, his eyes closing tightly as emotion he has suppressed since his birth flouted up from the pits of his soul and into his mind. Why did you abandon me to the humans? Leave me, a mere cub, in the hands of such humans?
She seemed unfazed by the question at first, her gaze turned slowly and her eyes were filled with such sympathy and compassion that when he opened his eyes he found himself staring into a mirror and back at himself.
I could do little for you, my child. She replied gently and with such sadness and regret he felt as if she would fall dead to the ground right there.
You… you are one of the strongest pokemon in existence… how could you… not do anything for me? His words came slowly; his eyes were filling with stingy salty water, something he had never experienced before. She flouted closer to him and higher so she could be at his level.
Because, I was weak and so were you, I was forced to carry you my child. My body was not made to carry something as large as the humans had made you. My body was weak and you were born sickly. I had to escape before they tried anything more to me… I took my chance and with a hurting heart left my own flesh behind. Her words came out soaking in such regret and sorrow that he almost wanted to take the small creature into his arms. But more questions bubbled up inside his mind that stopped him, he still did not understand.
You… you seem healthy now… why did you not come when you could?
She eyed him a moment before turning and motioning her paw out towards the drawings.
There are laws, my son, laws so old and magical that not even I. The legendry Mew, the only legendry mew, could not break. You were in the hands of humans, I am forbidden to harm humans, forbidden to truly harm anything living. When my kind was attacked, they were not legends; they were weak and unable to speak like we do… I could do nothing for them but tell them to flee. Her gaze turned back to them. Every cub and elder of my kind was hunted down for its fur, every human who we protected that tried to defend us died because they did not see us as a source of wealth, but as allies.
He stared at the pictures a moment before turning his gaze back towards her.
You could not come for me, for then you would have to harm a human to do so… what would happen if you broke this law?
Instant death, no warning, no sign. I would just die. She replied bitterly.
He felt the stinging tears overwhelm him and began to soak down his cheeks. He stood there, his head lowered as all the emotion of a childhood that had gone by to fast, of needles and tests. Of abuse and neglect overwhelmed him. He had spent three months in that place, the mansion… three months of forced aging, from a small cub to his full height now. He had just laid in his cell at night whimpering and shaking from pain as his bones grew and his muscles stretched. The growth pains unbearable and yet he never cried, just grew more and more hating of the one who brought him into the world.
Child? She asked softly with a mother’s touch.
I hated you… so much. I felt abandoned, betrayed, unloved…I was nothing. A mistake, a shadow of you… something you did not want. I hated you so much, I wanted to harm you… show you how much I suffered…
He felt a paw on his snout, then another, then a soft kiss was pressed to his forehead before Mew began to wipe the tears away. She kissed him several more times and soothed his mind with her own.
You are my child. My lost child, you and I are the last of our kind. I love you my son, my lost child…
He soaked in her words, feeling a burden lifted from his soul and break away into a million pieces, he let out a sob as she nuzzled his head wrapped her small arms around it.
Mother… his voice was different, while it still sounded like a man it held a sort of child like tone within, something off innocence that had never been released before. Never could be until now, he had been forced to grow up, forced to be something he wasn’t, under his deformed body, under the scars and pains, under the shadow of a legendry. Rest the soul of a child, a mew, but still a child in need of love and hope.
Ssshh my son, my little Mew… you are safe now. Forever and ever… you will always be my lost child… of who found his way home.
The End
Based off the VIDEO GAMES. NOT THE MOVIE. NOPE. NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MOVIE.
He had been through a lot, his eyes showed how mature and majestic he was underneath his deformed and mangled body, the body of something unnatural to nature, something alien. He walked slowly, his large two toed feet stepping onto the warm soft soil below him. His eyes rose up to meet what lay before him.
His body shivered, the thin velvety fur that covered his body seemed to tingle at the very feeling of the place he was in. It seemed so old, so rare and precious. He stopped now, his senses soaking in everything about this new place. He closed his violet eyes and took in a deep breath. The air tasted moist and humid, the air smelt sweet with rich vegetation. Reaching out his gray furred hand, it was longer than a humans and thinner too, barely any muscle on it. The fingers were just three with round bulbs on the ends no real thumb. The hand was placed on the trunk of a thick old tree.
It was rough and yet soothing to him, simple and beautiful. His ears though could not be seen by the naked eye, picked up on the sounds about him, the cries and songs of wild creatures. They were healthy and loud, echoing about the world around him. Opening the violet eyes once more he took in all he could see.
A thick rain forest, filled with color and life, the trees grew close together, veins hanged down from the tops of the canopy and sunlight filtered down speckling the forest floor with rays of light. He began moving again, the lights hitting off his gray and purple form and each time they sprinkled over his body he soaked in the overwhelming warmth of the sun.
The creature lifted his head. His catlike face looking up high into the trees, his snout was not feline like though, two slits on the end replaced what could have been a pink nose. No whiskers or freckles, just thin gray fur. He was still moving on his large legs as the forest soon began to thin and his form was covered in the warm sunlight, his eyes fell down to some formation before him.
It was very old, covered in moss and vines; the structure was made of stone and stood against the mountain range like the entrance to some forbidden paradise. Pillars were spaced perfectly apart from one another, dancing around the hard rock walls and held up an oversized roof that passed the main walls and came out beyond before being held up by the beautifully crafted pillars. Long mossy steps of stone rose higher and higher before it reached the grand opening in the temple, it was an eerie and yet almost familiar sight.
The creature stopped and stared at the building with almost a homesick feeling, his eyes soaking in every detail, his arms quivered and his soul began to grow nervous. He was here, after months of searching. He found it… he found what he wanted, what he had been seeking for so badly. Soon he would know the answers, the answers that plague a lost child, someone who always wanted acceptance, understanding, respect… love.
He began to move now, his body was shaking a bit, the long purple tail behind his swayed in excitement and a bit of fear. His feet stepped onto the first step; he froze now, his mind racing, thinking over what he wanted to do, to say. What if this was all wrong? What if he was turned away? He wasn’t like anything any creature had seen before. He was unnatural, he was false, a shadow, a copy of something. Everything he knew, his memories were not his, and even his soul was not his. Everything he was belonged to something else, something greater and pure. Something he never should have been created from…
He was a fluke, a wrong, a stain on a perfect symbol of love and joy and everything beautiful and pure. Everything he was not.
He shook his head, he had gone through to much, needed his answers… he would go mad if he never knew. He stepped once more and then another, each step giving just enough boost for another. Each breath became more fierce and deeper then the other, his eyes narrowed his heart pounded.
His was moving quickly now, like a child who had just learned he could run. He sprinted up the steps. his body looked out of place in such a beautiful rich setting. He didn’t seem fit for the ability to run and yet he found he could. Before he knew it, he was standing on the top of the long stairway, his eyes wide and his breath ragged showing he was not built at all for such movements.
His canine teeth showed as his tongue hanged out of his mouth a little, catching his breath. He paused realizing he could have easily teleported or flouted up the steps and not much the strain on his body. But then again he wasn’t thinking of anything more then getting inside, finding out what he searched for. Perhaps he needed to know, was his body of real use to him, or a burden to the mind it held.
But he pushed these thoughts back, ignoring how easily he got distracted by the simplest things. But being such a young mind in such a large world, it was to be accepted that one would ponder anything one did not understand.
He moved again, slower now, as if he was walking on daggers. His eyes darted about as he passed from the sunlight into the cool shade of the temple. His gaze following the walls as he entered into a hallway, the ruin temple was carved into like artwork, the walls decorated with detail and drawings that he could not take the time to understand. He saw humans and pokemon; he saw history and stories being told in the walls.
But he did not ponder on these, as he was still set on finding the one… the one he wanted to find so bitterly and badly. He tried to ignore the walls, not wanting his attention to be detained by anything more. He walked at a normal pace now, that nervousness and excitement returning to him and giving him the nerve to keep going. After what felt like hours but was truly minutes, the hall walls began to widen before fading away all together and he entered the center of the temple.
The stone floor has moss patches all over it, four pillars in the center parted just enough from each other to allow for a dry fountain to be in the center. The once water filled decoration was now dry and cracked, the pool had nothing but some mold while in the center came a rock pipe, some how hollowed out and on top of that sat a stone bowl which use to fill with the waters and flow over into the main pool.
The walls were just as decorated as the hallways, a story being told here, one with small creatures and humans, moving about in this jungle. The creatures seemed to dance about the humans in playful manner as the humans carried baskets and other objects of surviving need. He then saw the temple carved into the wall, the humans going up or down the step with many of the small feline like creatures with rodent like feet flouting about with no real purpose or meaning.
The next panel showed this very room he stood in, many of the small creatures flouted about the fountain while humans bowed down before it dropping the baskets contents into the waters. They were worshiping the creatures… he turned his eyes to the next panel and stood stock still as he stared. Carved into the wall was a human, holding up one of the creature’s by its tail, it looked dead. Many other humans stood behind the first, each holding a strange long stick object, he soon realized what it was.
Guns, old fashion guns, these humans were different from the others; they came from who knows where and… he turned his eyes to the next panel…. It was empty.
It seemed these strangers to the land destroyed what these humans and the creatures held, taking what they wanted and destroyed what stood in the way and left.
“Mew”
He froze, his tail dropping and his body tensing as if it was about to be attacked. Silence followed before he slowly turned his head then his body, his violet eyes widening a bit before his head lowered a little as he stared at the creature before him.
The small creature flouted in midair effortlessly, its form was small and rounded, like a rodent, two long rounded legs with long feet hang below it while its small feline like head eyed the newcomer with puzzlement and something else, he did not know. The two pointed ears twitched a bit as a long thin tail flowed behind it like a ribbon, a small bulb on the end.
“Mew?” The high pitch child like voice spoke.
He knew though, exactly what she was saying, speaking to him, as if he was a stranger to her.
Then she changed her tone, well her way of speaking really. Her blue eyes narrowed a bit.
Child?
He stared at her.
Do you speak?
He closed his eyes and gave a short nod, I do. He replied his voice deep and mature, that of an older man.
I did not expect you to find me. She said calmly, flouting a bit closer.
You did not expect a child to search for his mother? He nearly snapped, but was able to keep his cool and his eyes narrowing a bit. She did not seem startled or alarmed by his reaction.
I have not been called that in a long time… she turned her gaze away and flouted bit towards the wall.
A very long time indeed.
He watched her closely before turning his gaze towards the wall. I have many questions.
I am sure you do. She replied quickly as she turned her gaze towards him.
He didn’t know how to begin, his body was shaking once more, and there she was. Right there in front of him, he had felt anger toward her, rejection, unworthiness, fear… but now he just… he just wanted her to recognize him as apart of her.
Why?
Why what, child? She replied as she ran her small paw over one of the panels.
He lowered his head, his eyes closing tightly as emotion he has suppressed since his birth flouted up from the pits of his soul and into his mind. Why did you abandon me to the humans? Leave me, a mere cub, in the hands of such humans?
She seemed unfazed by the question at first, her gaze turned slowly and her eyes were filled with such sympathy and compassion that when he opened his eyes he found himself staring into a mirror and back at himself.
I could do little for you, my child. She replied gently and with such sadness and regret he felt as if she would fall dead to the ground right there.
You… you are one of the strongest pokemon in existence… how could you… not do anything for me? His words came slowly; his eyes were filling with stingy salty water, something he had never experienced before. She flouted closer to him and higher so she could be at his level.
Because, I was weak and so were you, I was forced to carry you my child. My body was not made to carry something as large as the humans had made you. My body was weak and you were born sickly. I had to escape before they tried anything more to me… I took my chance and with a hurting heart left my own flesh behind. Her words came out soaking in such regret and sorrow that he almost wanted to take the small creature into his arms. But more questions bubbled up inside his mind that stopped him, he still did not understand.
You… you seem healthy now… why did you not come when you could?
She eyed him a moment before turning and motioning her paw out towards the drawings.
There are laws, my son, laws so old and magical that not even I. The legendry Mew, the only legendry mew, could not break. You were in the hands of humans, I am forbidden to harm humans, forbidden to truly harm anything living. When my kind was attacked, they were not legends; they were weak and unable to speak like we do… I could do nothing for them but tell them to flee. Her gaze turned back to them. Every cub and elder of my kind was hunted down for its fur, every human who we protected that tried to defend us died because they did not see us as a source of wealth, but as allies.
He stared at the pictures a moment before turning his gaze back towards her.
You could not come for me, for then you would have to harm a human to do so… what would happen if you broke this law?
Instant death, no warning, no sign. I would just die. She replied bitterly.
He felt the stinging tears overwhelm him and began to soak down his cheeks. He stood there, his head lowered as all the emotion of a childhood that had gone by to fast, of needles and tests. Of abuse and neglect overwhelmed him. He had spent three months in that place, the mansion… three months of forced aging, from a small cub to his full height now. He had just laid in his cell at night whimpering and shaking from pain as his bones grew and his muscles stretched. The growth pains unbearable and yet he never cried, just grew more and more hating of the one who brought him into the world.
Child? She asked softly with a mother’s touch.
I hated you… so much. I felt abandoned, betrayed, unloved…I was nothing. A mistake, a shadow of you… something you did not want. I hated you so much, I wanted to harm you… show you how much I suffered…
He felt a paw on his snout, then another, then a soft kiss was pressed to his forehead before Mew began to wipe the tears away. She kissed him several more times and soothed his mind with her own.
You are my child. My lost child, you and I are the last of our kind. I love you my son, my lost child…
He soaked in her words, feeling a burden lifted from his soul and break away into a million pieces, he let out a sob as she nuzzled his head wrapped her small arms around it.
Mother… his voice was different, while it still sounded like a man it held a sort of child like tone within, something off innocence that had never been released before. Never could be until now, he had been forced to grow up, forced to be something he wasn’t, under his deformed body, under the scars and pains, under the shadow of a legendry. Rest the soul of a child, a mew, but still a child in need of love and hope.
Ssshh my son, my little Mew… you are safe now. Forever and ever… you will always be my lost child… of who found his way home.
The End
