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Old 06-17-2007, 02:40 PM
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Default [War VI] Obligation

Nightstriders: Renegade Knights
WAR VI Fanfic Entry
By Lord Deathspector



The large, intimidating structure of Mt. Steel towered of Seileth, giving him a sense of insecurity. The sheer size of the rocky mass frightened the poor Absol. Seileth had grown up in a valley some days travel eastwards from Mt. Steel, but the size of those mountains seemed no more than anthills in comparison with what he was looking at now. But Seileth knew that if he was safe anywhere, it would be here. For the past day, he had been running away from a herd of angry Ponyta. Why, you ask? Well, because he was an Absol. No one liked Absols. It was a fact of life, and Seileth wasn’t about to fool himself in believing that it was only a saying. Growling deeply at the thought, Seileth began to search for a place to spend the night. He would need somewhere that was protected on all sides, and where he wouldn’t be able to be sneaked up upon. The obvious choice would be the inside of Mt. Steel, but the very idea or being enclosed in an object that couldn’t move to protect itself was daunting. After prowling for a good fifteen minutes, Seileth found a clearing to his liking.

It was small, and surrounded on three sides by the vast expanse of Uproar Forest. Seileth felt comfortable in the forest, as he had been forced to live here once before. The third side was, of course, backed up against Mt. Steel. Seileth paced around the clearing, sniffing the air with his soft black nose, trying to pick up a scent of another Pokémon. The last thing he needed was to fall asleep in the territory of an angry Nidoking. Finally discerning that this clearing belonged to no one in particular, Seileth plonked himself down, his back up against the rocky mountain. As he lay there, his breathing slowing down to a normal pace, his silky white fur glimmering in the pale light, Seileth watched the sun set. The large flaming ball of gas, millions of times bigger than this planet, sank slowly beyond Mt. Steel. The sun was lost from the Absol’s view before it actually set; the large mountain blocking its rays. Seileth was encased in shadow, all alone, a metaphor for his own life. But soon, the rest of the world had joined him.

The velvety blanket of night came gently down, speckling the purple sky with millions of twinkling stars. It was as if the stars were smiling down on Seileth. Seileth’s mother had always told him that when people die, they became stars, and watched over their family. Seileth looked up, knowing that his mother and father, and generations before them, were up there, urging him to do something worthwhile in his life. And then there was the moon: a large sphere, slowly ascending into the blue-black sky, casting its cool rays of pallid light down. This was why Seileth loved the night; he got to see the moon. There was something about its mournful light that calmed him down. Yes, even now, a sense of calm was overtaking him, and he would soon fall asleep. Or he would have. But instead, Fate chose that very moment to send Seileth a little gift. If only Seileth had known that this little gift was a gift with a twist. A gift with a curse. But Seileth did not know this, and so gladly took the gift.

As his black eyelids were closing over his gentle crimson eyes, Seileth heard the distinctive flapping of wings. He knew that sound anywhere. He had been chased away by a hoard of Noctowl once. Of course, he had been chased by a hoard of nearly all types of Pokémon, so it was nothing impressive. Getting ready to find out that this territory belonged to a troupe of birds, Seileth got up, and shook particles of dust out of his white fur. But, oddly, Seileth noticed that it was only one pair of wings that was flapping. This was unusual, as birds usually travelled in groups. Why, then, was there only one bird coming? Seileth honestly didn’t worry about this unusual occurrence. If he had, he may have been able to escape the events to follow. But then again, if he had, we wouldn’t have much of a story. To Seileth, the less, the better; he may be able to fight this bird for the territory. That was, until, he saw what bird it was. It wasn’t, as he had expected a Pidgey or a Spearow. Instead, it was a Pidgeot.

A bloody Pidgeot.

Seileth snarled as he watched the majestic bird enter the clearing. A Pidgeot was much too powerful to overcome. Seileth, being only sixty-years-old, had just entered adolescence, and for a Pidgeotto to evolve into a Pidgeot, it would have had to complete part of its adult-hood. This did not bode well for our poor Absol. Seileth looked the Pidgeot up and down as it spread its regal wings, and landed gently in front of the growling Absol. It was definitely well groomed, which meant it followed a certain code of conduct. It would greet Seileth, and request for him to surrender before attacking. Truthfully, Seileth was all up for surrender. The sharp, yellow claws of the Pidgeot were enough to make Seileth think so. Add to that the sharp beak that would easily be able to pierce through the thick hide of a Tropius, and the muscular breast, and Seileth was quaking inward. But on the outside, he looked as indifferent as any Absol. It was a skill that came with practice.

The Pidgeot folded up its brown-and-cream-wings, and looked intelligently at Seileth, her (for evidently it was a female; it had the distinctive yellow and red streak of feathers across her head; males have yellow and brown) head cocked to the side. She then spoke, softly, but firmly. “Seileth, son of Freidor, I, Meira, daughter of Corum, have been commissioned to deliver to you this letter.” All too pompous for Seileth’s taste. But it was much better than having a Pidgeot that struck first, asked questions later. And there was something else that was bothering Seileth. How had this Meira known who he was? He hadn’t spoken. Unless this was some shape-shifting Alakazam with mind-reading capabilities. This boded even worse for Seileth.

Meira turned her head sideways, and ruffled around in her cream feathers, looking for something. Finally, she managed to draw out a piece of green paper (made by crushing leaves in water and the leaving it out to dry) and place it in front of Seileth. Seileth looked warily at Meira before looking at the letter. It wasn’t written in that manner of speaking. It was more burnt. Which made Seileth’s mind immediately jump to the Ponyta that had chased him. Or maybe it was the Magmar from Magma Cavern. He had never gotten along well with those fiery buggers. But then Seileth decided that it might help if he actually read the letter. He read it. And he didn’t like it. And¸ it was pompous. It went something like this:

Seileth the Absol, son of Freidor the Absol,

As the official Public Relations Official for the Brotherhood of the Moltres, I, Hugh the Flareon, son of DeMarkus the Flareon, have been requested by the Venerable Leader, O Most Mighty Gur’geth IV the Camerupt, son of O Most Mighty Who Has Passed On, Gur’geth III the Camerupt, to send out requests to all able-bodied Pokémon in the surrounding areas. The last time I knew where you were, you lived near Mt. Blaze, but evidently you have left, as our Flareon-to-be-Eevee-Scouts could not find you. I have, instead, sent this message through the help of O Most Helpful Messenger, Meira Daughter of Corum. The Brotherhood of the Moltres seeks the help of any one willing enough to help. We have encountered a problem that involves the surrounding areas whether likeable or not. Please attend a Conference at Mt. Blaze on the 7th of this month.

Hugh the Flareon, son of DeMarkus the Flareon.

Not only was it an eyesore to read and understand, but it brought bad news too. The Brotherhood of the Moltres. Seileth had come into contact with them once, and had regretted it for his entire life since. They were a group of dedicated Fire Bird Pokémon who worshipped O Most Ultimately Almighty Fire Bird God, Moltres Of the North-Eastern Sector Of Eamla. Or something along the lines of that. Seileth had helped them fend off a couple of angry Beedrill. Odd how Fire Pokémon had had trouble with a hoard of Beedrill. But then again, Seileth always thought that they were weird. Seriously weird. They had then christened Seileth “Friend of Moltres” which basically meant someone who they called on when they needed help. Seileth was glad that there were at least one group of people who liked him. But if he thought again, it turned out that they only liked him because he could fight Beedrill. Big deal.

“And what if I don’t come?” Seileth asked, his voice gentle.

“Then, I will be forced to return here and harm you until you do,” replied Meira sadly, flapping her wings unhappily. “No hard feelings, though. Orders are orders after all.”

Seileth nodded grimly. “None taken. And it looks like I’ve just been given an order.”

Meira nodded, glad that Seileth had caught on so quickly. With a quick “Farwell”, Meira opened her wings yet again, and flapped them, sending gust after gust of wind in Seileth’s face. He thinks she did it on purpose. Within a minute, Meira was high in the sky, soaring on the dwindling thermals. Seileth watched until she was no more than a speck in the sky, wondering what he was to do. Going would mean to pass through the field where he had recently been chased out, go through the valley where he had seen his very parents die in front of him, and then reach Mt. Blaze. And he was to do this in six days. Five days, seeing as it was already the night of the 2nd. It would also mean coming into contact with the Brotherhood of the Moltres, which he had hoped to get away from when he left his valley, too small to even be named. But not going would result in getting beaten up by Meira. Seileth didn’t know which was worse. Yes, if you haven’t noticed, he was a pessimist.

“May as well,” he grumbled into his own fur, immediately dropping the cryptic attitude that he put on whenever around company. It was tiring, for God’s sake.

He yawned, and stretched, before looking around at the clearing for the last time. This had been his home for a short half-hour, and already it was being torn away. He was getting better. As he turned his back on the mighty mountain, Seileth began to think about his unhappy life, and why things had to go wrong. Let me rephrase that: why things had to go wrong around him. It didn’t make sense. But then he remembered the conversation that he had with his father. It was something to him, like your parents talking to you about…well, to put it nicely, how babies are made. Although, it wasn’t as much of a taboo as what your parents tell you, but it often made Seileth sad. This was why he hardly ever thought about it. You can’t blame him. You don’t think about “The Conversation”, do you? Well, maybe you do, you’re weird, but Seileth didn’t.

“Seileth,” his father had said, “it’s time I sat you down, and explain to you the various things that make up an Absol. You know, or at least I hope you do, that our skin is very sensitive to weather conditions. Not like a Castform, no. A Castform changes shape depending on the weather at the time; we, on the other hand, can sense weather as far as one day prior to it happening. Two days if it’s major like a hurricane. But are we treated like Castform, and praised for our ability? Dream on. Instead, we are treated with dislike, and distrust.

“In the past, we used our ability to help other Pokémon. When we sensed natural disasters, we would go to all the various settlements around us, and warn the Pokémon in them. It helped that we have stamina like a Mightyena. In those days, we were praised beyond the praise that Castform receives now. But at the dawn of one of the most major earthquakes in Eamla, one of our ancestors postponed the ‘Telling of the Disaster’ as it was called. He reached one settlement too late, and as he spoke the word ‘earthquake’ the earthquake actually happened.

“Those who survived the earthquake grew to resent the Absol who has come to their settlement too late, and spread tales and rumours of how the Absol had come, and said an incantation in some devilish language, brining about the earthquake. The rumours spread and grew, and have culminated to this point, when we are hated for our very existence. But the best thing we can do is not submit to death, but continue to warn as many Pokémon as will listen. It is what your mother and I (and your grandparents, but you never met them) have been doing our entire life.”

Seileth snorted as he made his way through the thinning foliage. All because of the stupid mistake of one, do you hear that? One, Absol. It was madness. Yet no one would listen to anything he was to say. He had tried very often to warn people of coming rainstorms, but it had never worked. They had always chased him away, or knocked him out before you could say a word. Seileth was seriously considering suicide, but he knew that his parents would be most disappointed of him if he did. He would, as they had asked him, do something that would bring a sense of pride and bravery to the name of all Absols. It was his job, and if it meant pairing up with the Brotherhood of the Moltres, then he would do it. For his parents’ sake, of no one else. With newly renewed energy, Seileth picked up the pace.

Despite the fact that one was still encased in the forest, and you didn’t really have space to run forever, Seileth much preferred it to caves. True, it wasn’t a wide open plain (which would have been what he would have preferred), but at least the thick trees created a helpful distraction to whatever was chasing him, and made up for his slow speeds in and out of the trunks. But even as he tried his best to keep his thoughts on escaping, his mind kept going back to the conversation he had had with his father. Well, it was more of a monologue than a conversation but you get the idea. It was true, even in the forest. Spinaraks would race out of his way, as if he carried the plague. Seedots fell form their trees, rolling about on the floors and wailing, uncomfortable to even be within earshot of Seileth. This earned him a few evil glares from Shrifties, and Seileth had to run to avoid a particularly angry one’s Solarbeam.

By the time the trees thinned out sufficiently enough to be called lightly forested, Seileth was tired. He was at the edge of Uproar Forest, and deserved a rest. Tomorrow was another day, and what it brought, be it good or bad, Seileth wanted to be ready. So, he needed his beauty sleep.


// The Poet Of The Fall \\
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Beginnings of an Adventure

The sun rose slowly and lethargically as if it wasn’t worth the effort. But it had a job to do, so with a sigh that would shame a Snorlax, it began its long ascent to the middle of the sky, spreading long, pallid rays over the tiny continent of Eamla. The rays washed over vast prairies, rolled into shaded valleys, and the braver few plunged past the canopies of the thick, emerald, forests. One of these particular rays managed to wind its way down to the sleeping Seileth, and poked him rather rudely in the eye. The pure white Absol fluttered his eyelids open momentarily before deciding that the light was too bright for him, and shut them tightly. The ray of light had another go at poking Seileth, this time poking him in rather more painful places. Grumbling darkly under his breath, he opened his eyes again, this time keeping them open. For a brief moment, he imagined that the only reason he was feeling unhappy – well, more than usual – was because he was being woken up, but them the previous night’s events flooded his mind.

Stupid Pidgeot.

Why did that bird have to have found him? She could have easily flown right over him, couldn’t she? But no, the Brotherhood of the Moltres decides that they send out the best scout they have. Cursing his luck, Seileth decided that he was hungry, and if he was hungry, he would eat. It wasn’t a very powerful deduction, but Seileth was not known for his intelligence early in the morning. Rising off his black, padded paws, the Pokémon stretched, as if to wring every ounce of sleepiness out of him. Unfortunately, this didn’t work – and never did –, but Seileth found it rather relaxing to do so. After waking up sufficiently, he bounded off into the forest looking for food. Despite his pessimistic approach of life, Seileth was surprisingly good at hunting, and could snatch a Zigzagoon as it slipped between two bushes, and have it eaten within a quarter of an hour. But right now, he didn’t want a Zigzagoon. No, he was feeling particularly reproachful to the Pidgey Line, and felt that his stomach deserved a Pidgey. Pidgeottos and Pidgeots were all too strong for his liking, but a Pidgey was just right.

He moved stealthily through the forest, and kept his ears pricked and ready to hear the slightest sounds. He knew that Uproar Forest was full to the brim with Mankeys, and he didn’t feel like running away, let alone getting into a fight with maniacal monkeys that scratched like girls. A sudden rustle of leaves caught his attention, and he paused in his search for food. Deciding to listen, he sat down on his haunches, strained his ears, and listened. But what he was listening to, even he didn’t know. It was an odd scratching sound, as if a very inexperienced Sandshrew was trying to dig through ground that was much too hard for him or her. But there were very few inexperienced Sandshrew, and besides, whatever was scraping away at the ground was much to weak for a Sandshrew. There was a ruffle of something soft, and a loud squawking. This was all Seileth needed. Raising his head, he took a great sniff, and smelt blood, feathers and sweat. And a bird. Bending down low, he slipped between two trees, and into a small, circular dell. And what he saw made him smile.

And whatever can make Seileth smile must have been good.

A small, young Spearow was scrabbling away at the ground, trying to dig a hole so that he could reach an elusive Weedle that had hidden underneath a root. It was rather stupid, seeing as the Weedle could just poke its poisonous stinger straight up the Spearow’s … well, he could poison the Spearow if he wished. But it was some sort of inborn instinct that told all Bug Pokémon that they should hide under roots if a Spearow is after them. But this provided a perfect distraction for Seileth so that he could sneak up on the Spearow, and nab him before the minute past. Walking slowly, silently, stealthily and all those others types of words, he made his way up to ten feet behind the Spearow. It was a wonder that the bird hadn’t noticed, but then again, Spearows were even less intelligible than Seileth was in the mornings. Wow. The Absol lowered himself down onto his hunches, preparing for the pounce. It would be quick.

He launched himself at the Spearow; still quieter than a Pikachu and with a swift paw caught the bird. Simply and effective. He hadn’t even felt the rush of adrenaline that one normally feels on a hunt. Sighing, Seileth extricated his paw from the mass of blood and feathers, reflecting on the bird’s life, and what he had done. Oh well, at least his stomach wouldn’t be empty. The Weedle seemed to palpitate at the sight of the Absol, and how swiftly he had killed the Spearow. The small little bug collapsed on the ground, wheezing terribly. Seileth looked at him. He wouldn’t make much of a meal. Very little meat, and too much poison. Seileth lowered his head, sniffing the Spearow, and began his feast. True, the bird wasn’t exactly a Pidgey, but who knew with all these birds? Inter-breeding was a big thing nowadays. Seileth found it a bit sick, and would never…make a baby with someone outside his species. Of course, no one liked Absols anyway, so it really didn’t make much of a difference.

The meal did enough to calm his rumbling stomach. It didn’t really stuff him full, but he didn’t want to be stuffed full if he had to run. Which he did. He had to run if he wanted to reach Mount Blaze by the chosen date. It was either that or being torn to shreds by a Pidgeot. Seileth preferred the running option, to be perfectly honest. It was a close call, though. Brushing aside a stray feather from his mouth, the Absol got up, and ran. Of course, he wasn’t running in any random direction. He was heading east, and heading towards Mount Blaze, where he was expected. Once again, he ran through the forest until it thinned out. Here he paused, gazing at the vast plain before him, searching, always searching, for the slightest symbol of a Pokémon that could be a threat. Seileth knew for a fact that the plains he was to cross were part of an expanse of territory belonging to a herd of Ponyta and Rapidash. And Seileth did not want another run in with them. But another thought of the Pidgeot spurred him on, and he began his journey eastwards.

As he ran at a quick pace across the plain, Seileth took time to notice the scenery. Not that he particularly enjoyed doing this, but when one was running, there was hardly anything else to do. To the north Seileth saw the thin branch of Uproar Forest that continued parallel to his course for about two days worth of running. He could have chosen to travel through there, and avoid another run in with the Ponyta and Rapidash, but it would slow him down, and he wouldn’t make it to Mount Blaze in time. And then he would have been killed. Not something any sane creature would want. To the south Seileth saw the great Mount Thunder where the legendary bird Zapdos resided along with the Brotherhood of the Zapdos. Yes, there was a Brotherhood of the Zapdos. In fact, it was the first Brotherhood to officially form. And the only one apart from the Brotherhood of the Moltres to still exist.

Unlike the Brotherhood of the Moltres, the Brotherhood of the Zapdos was a well-organised group with tier-like rankings, and actually smart Pokémon. As with it’s worse half, the Brotherhood of the Zapdos comprised only of Electric Pokémon – it’s worse half comprising only of Fire Pokémon. But different from it’s worse half (it’s called emphasis) it was effective in spreading terror and fear amongst its enemies, and gaining respect and liking from everyone else. The Brotherhood of the Moltres had formed several seasons after the Brotherhood of the Zapdos so as to compete like all rivals did. Unfortunately, it never got off to the flying start it needed to actually be able to compete with the Brotherhood of the Zapdos, and so it’s life’s aim was not reached. Not that they’d ever admit it, of course.

There had been an attempted Brotherhood of the Articuno, but that fell apart because of some inner rebellion and whatnot. There had also been a brief, three-hour Brotherhood of the Mew, but then the actual Mew had come and said that she did not want to be embarrassed, so they died prematurely. After that, no one else had attempted to form another Brotherhood, although there were many groups and multi-Pokémon packs flourishing in territories where Pokémon were forced to share with other Pokémon. Seileth had never felt the urge of join the Darkness Pact, which was a group for all Dark Pokémon, as it would mean responsibility, and that was one thing that Seileth did not posses. What he did posses was a sense of bad luck, and very silky fur. He liked the fur part, but felt he could do without the unluckiness.

To the west was where he had just come from, and Seileth didn’t bother looking behind him as it only slowed him down. Instead, he looked at the path that lay ahead of him. He could see the mounds where he had lived previously and was not important enough to be named. And behind them, Seileth could just about make out the tiptop of Mount Blaze, as it brushed the clouds’ bellies with its towering peak. It may have just been knowledge of the Pokémon that resided there, but Seileth felt he saw a reddish tinge surrounding the mighty mountain, but ignored it, and plunged onward with his running.

He ran right through the morning without stopping, and then he ran right through the afternoon without stopping. His pace remained unchanged, as his body was built for long distance runs like this. He could keep pace with the well-known runners like Mightyena or Arcanine without breaking a sweat. Of course, everyone hated Absols, so they never really gave them the respect they deserved for their various attributes. And then, if you please, he decides to run right through the evening as well. And he still continued on with that steady pace. But as the sun finally fell beneath the western horizon, Seileth thought he should stop. He needed to pace himself if he wanted to reach Mount Blaze alive. There was no point in running all out on the first couple of days, and then passing out.

Taking refuge in the Uproar Forest to his north, Seileth looked at the star-speckled sky, and smiled. He was in his element. Lying in a dark restricted forest, looking up through the canopy at a dark sky, sprinkled with glittering stars and a most awe-inspiring moon. And all this after a refreshing run, and no face offs with any Pokémon. They day had not gone badly. At least this was a start. Maybe this trip to Mount Blaze wouldn’t be so bad after all. Maybe the Brotherhood would just ask him to get rid of some more Beedrills. A Beedrill infestation would certainly be an emergency in their minds. Of course, their minds were never the greatest of places to be, but it was better than nowhere. And then, Seileth would be able to get rid of the Beedrills, be christened some other equally ridiculous title, and be sent off home. That would certainly be the ideal journey for him.

A sudden rustling in the forest behind him snapped him out of his daydreams. Well, night-dreams-while-he-was-awake-thing.

In the time it would take to lick your lips – considering you have a very fast tongue – Seileth was up on his legs, ready to run at the slightest hint of danger. But he was also ready to strike if the need be. His claws dug into the mossy earth out of anticipation. Well, more like anxiety to be more accurate. He was worried, as he always was, what the outcome of this particular meet would be. And there he had been thinking today had been a good day. One measly Spearow, and now this? How could it have been good? Well, it may still turn out to be okay, if whatever was making the noise turned out to be something weak. Seileth felt he would even take on an Ariados if he had to right now. He was not going to give up his sleeping spot that easily.

But then, what did stumble out of the trees was nothing close to an Ariados, but equally dangerous. It was a Pikachu.

Now, in appearance he seemed relatively harmful. Seileth was sure it was a guy because the lightning-bolt-shaped-tail was half brown and half yellow, while a female’s tail had less brown on it. The rest of its body was also typical of a male Pikachu. Chubby all around. It was impossible to be a part of the Pikachu Line without being chubby. Its yellow fur was short, and was almost at the point of being called skin. He had two long, pointed yellow ears that swivelled this way and that, picking up sounds from all directions. Seileth was glad he could do that without the extra fancy swivelly ears. The Pikachu’s face was turned upon Seileth; it’s sparkling black eyes looking innocently at the Absol. For a moment, Seileth almost smiled, but then saw the red cheek sacs, and knew that seven hundred volts of electricity could come from them if need be.

“Can I help you,” Seileth asked, relaxing his muscles slightly so as not to look as menacing as he did.


How so very pleasant. “Well, if that’s all I can do, I’d much appreciate it if you left. See, I really need to get some sleep, as I need to be up early. If I’m not, an evil and mental Pidgeot is going to come and shred me to pieces.”

The Pikachu winced. Even he thought the Pidgeot idea was a bad one. “Well actually, that’s what I need as well. Minus the Pidgeot part.”

“Then you can go find someplace else to sleep. I like to sleep alone, thanks,” replied Seileth. He knew it would wind the Pikachu up, but after the Delcatty incident, he preferred to close his eyes only when he as alone. What was the Delcatty incident? Well, I’d tell you, but not in front of the children.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” replied the Pikachu menacingly.

And here we go again, thought Seileth.


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