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Dawnstar
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Authors Note: (i'm not speaking here, it's the story, i will always speak as the main character, not me, please reply already people, lol)
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Oh, hello there, I did not notice your presence. But then again, below to me you exist, therefore to notice you is to feed the fodder Rattata. All is well though, little one. I do not mind the presence of those who don't suddenly rush to accuse me of being a demonic creation. For you see, if that of my creation was demonic, then the madly questing scientists would be of demonic spawn. But they are not madly demonic, for they are truly beyond most human. They search for answers hidden from all knowing, and quest towards that never done. And as you can plainly tell, I am a fine creation myself. It is of bad luck they did not believe this so. It is why I sit among the heaps of rubble of man's shelter creatings.
Hold on a moment, you must not understand me well. That accepts with me, for you see, I am not one of the below 'man'. Neither am I the abovely 'woman'. Nor with the race of the senseful 'man' or bitter 'woman'. My species isn't truly clear to the madly scientist man, but to a young woman it is certain. They have called me the 'delcatty'. The abovely small woman gave me the call of Dalisha. Sensible, I accept it. But others of the man's below in mind, as for some reason they think us though we are their battlers since they are weak, are named 'Pokemon'. We of that race distaste in the name.
Human are what I call the man and woman. We are all Pokemon, not just us who they tame and gander upon. Back to my speaking, the Pokemon all are not liking to Human. My species is truly the Memuuraw, but my calling by the Human is allowed. Other Pokemon spy me oddly. For you see, Pokemon have been bred to be all in same. All have a standard color, as Human call it, but we call it Moon color, such as my species has fur of gold satin and darkened lavender. Then there are the oddlings, those who take the other gene that often represented their Sun color.
Moon colors used to roam on one continent, and Sun upon another. But the largest continent of Moon crashed into Sun after millions of years passage. Most of Sun Pokemon faced their demise, but some lived on. When they bred, sometimes their offspring bore the color of Sun. But the gene was not dominant, therefore Human believe it rare. Nothing of difference is between those of Sun and those of Moon. Sometimes Sun are smaller or larger than Moon, and adapted for different abilities, for they gene also contains the past genes for surviving on the peculiar terrain of Sun. But Sun is now near lost. It drifted off as a small island named Eclipse.
Back at a time, Pokemon told Human words, such as Sun and Moon. We did not tell them of what they meant. Human is such a confusing creature, for it just used it for what it felt. Well, I have yet again gone adrift, below Human, or should I say to the abovely woman if you are out there, or possibly the sensible man. Ways apart, I am not Sun or Moon. For you see, the human created me. I am imperfect to them. I am not with those of Pokemon. I am number twelve of a set, made from human creation to the desired specifications of another of the human. My fur is lemon-tinged grey, alongside dull forest green, and also my eyes are of precious orange coloration. But my species has Sun and Moon different from me.
I am odd. And to the humans, I am imperfect. They judge by a speck of run-off from my eye that formed a spot near my left eye. Yes, I understand left and right, and the way of mirror. But humans, and no, I shall no longer capitalize human or speak as if human is plural as well, thought my trait as a failure. I ended up here in a box, thrown from a lab afar and having to find my way out with my small lovely claws. But I anger. Humans do not like me, so I distrust them. Only small woman humans shall earn my trust for now.
Ahh, so you kept on reading my tale after all? Tell me, what are the meanings of Moon and Sun to us? What humans created me? What is my number? Don't think I'm not watching you. If you think you shall allow your eyes wander from my tale, leave, NOW. You are a disgrace to humans, as if they could be any less worth. I pity those who did truly read and listen, my eyes give power to you. Well, I've rambled enough for today. May Memuuraw Dalisha of I scrounge for some food and shelter under a human creating for time. Then, if you are wise, human, you may follow my travels.
Sincerest Speakings to you, Human...
--- Dalisha
P.S. Human, this is but the first page of my speakings. A prologue to my story. I hope you understand me, note the hasty details of my speaking. Ok, Human, that is all. Good Speakings to you, Human.
P.P.S. One last scratch to you all. If you are simple of wisdom...or not too smart, you may need help with getting what my writings say...do not worry, I shall make it simple as time goes on.
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Oh, hello there, I did not notice your presence. But then again, below to me you exist, therefore to notice you is to feed the fodder Rattata. All is well though, little one. I do not mind the presence of those who don't suddenly rush to accuse me of being a demonic creation. For you see, if that of my creation was demonic, then the madly questing scientists would be of demonic spawn. But they are not madly demonic, for they are truly beyond most human. They search for answers hidden from all knowing, and quest towards that never done. And as you can plainly tell, I am a fine creation myself. It is of bad luck they did not believe this so. It is why I sit among the heaps of rubble of man's shelter creatings.
Hold on a moment, you must not understand me well. That accepts with me, for you see, I am not one of the below 'man'. Neither am I the abovely 'woman'. Nor with the race of the senseful 'man' or bitter 'woman'. My species isn't truly clear to the madly scientist man, but to a young woman it is certain. They have called me the 'delcatty'. The abovely small woman gave me the call of Dalisha. Sensible, I accept it. But others of the man's below in mind, as for some reason they think us though we are their battlers since they are weak, are named 'Pokemon'. We of that race distaste in the name.
Human are what I call the man and woman. We are all Pokemon, not just us who they tame and gander upon. Back to my speaking, the Pokemon all are not liking to Human. My species is truly the Memuuraw, but my calling by the Human is allowed. Other Pokemon spy me oddly. For you see, Pokemon have been bred to be all in same. All have a standard color, as Human call it, but we call it Moon color, such as my species has fur of gold satin and darkened lavender. Then there are the oddlings, those who take the other gene that often represented their Sun color.
Moon colors used to roam on one continent, and Sun upon another. But the largest continent of Moon crashed into Sun after millions of years passage. Most of Sun Pokemon faced their demise, but some lived on. When they bred, sometimes their offspring bore the color of Sun. But the gene was not dominant, therefore Human believe it rare. Nothing of difference is between those of Sun and those of Moon. Sometimes Sun are smaller or larger than Moon, and adapted for different abilities, for they gene also contains the past genes for surviving on the peculiar terrain of Sun. But Sun is now near lost. It drifted off as a small island named Eclipse.
Back at a time, Pokemon told Human words, such as Sun and Moon. We did not tell them of what they meant. Human is such a confusing creature, for it just used it for what it felt. Well, I have yet again gone adrift, below Human, or should I say to the abovely woman if you are out there, or possibly the sensible man. Ways apart, I am not Sun or Moon. For you see, the human created me. I am imperfect to them. I am not with those of Pokemon. I am number twelve of a set, made from human creation to the desired specifications of another of the human. My fur is lemon-tinged grey, alongside dull forest green, and also my eyes are of precious orange coloration. But my species has Sun and Moon different from me.
I am odd. And to the humans, I am imperfect. They judge by a speck of run-off from my eye that formed a spot near my left eye. Yes, I understand left and right, and the way of mirror. But humans, and no, I shall no longer capitalize human or speak as if human is plural as well, thought my trait as a failure. I ended up here in a box, thrown from a lab afar and having to find my way out with my small lovely claws. But I anger. Humans do not like me, so I distrust them. Only small woman humans shall earn my trust for now.
Ahh, so you kept on reading my tale after all? Tell me, what are the meanings of Moon and Sun to us? What humans created me? What is my number? Don't think I'm not watching you. If you think you shall allow your eyes wander from my tale, leave, NOW. You are a disgrace to humans, as if they could be any less worth. I pity those who did truly read and listen, my eyes give power to you. Well, I've rambled enough for today. May Memuuraw Dalisha of I scrounge for some food and shelter under a human creating for time. Then, if you are wise, human, you may follow my travels.
Sincerest Speakings to you, Human...
--- Dalisha
P.S. Human, this is but the first page of my speakings. A prologue to my story. I hope you understand me, note the hasty details of my speaking. Ok, Human, that is all. Good Speakings to you, Human.
P.P.S. One last scratch to you all. If you are simple of wisdom...or not too smart, you may need help with getting what my writings say...do not worry, I shall make it simple as time goes on.
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