Piefan wrote:Snowy seriously needs therapy. o.O
When I was a young pup, as long as I remembered I had wandered the streets, hunting for food and fending off bullies. I met another orphan, who I counted as a 'friend' - now I know friends cannot be so easily made. An ally, I suppose. His name was Riccio.
He was the same as me - forever small and young, the symptoms of a PPS syndrome. He claimed to have run away from the orpans' shelter, wearing his suit of fake armor, and he wished for a friend. Being young and foolish, I accepted - I wished for a friend as well, honestly.
We scavenged the bins together in the morning and in the afternoon. However, at night, Riccio refused to sleep with me, saying that he was more used to sleeping alone. I guessed he was sleeping in the next alley - but I was wrong. One day, we woke up and did our normal scavenging, but at the afternoon - we met a gang. The leader of the gang was only known to me by what he called himself - Hunter. Oh, yes, the name did fit him. He would hunt little orphans down and force them to join their gang - otherwise, they disappeared, never to be seen again. We faced off them, teeth bared, then Hunter smiled and said, "Go."
Suddenly, Riccio pounced - but not at him, or any of his gang. At me. "Riccio, what are you doing?!" I cried, tears in my eyes as I struggled to kick him off me. "Doing what I've been doing every night." He said with a sneer. I managed to roll away from his pawstrikes as we wrestled on the ground. I stared into his eyes - once a friendly, deep sky blue, were two balls of fiery rage. One of his paws managed to catch me in the leg - I tripped and stumbled, wrenching my shoulder painfully. I managed to limp off, not caring what Riccio did. They just watched me with smirks - and I was alone again in a dark, cruel world.
I spent two days alone, in a new alley. I grew weak and hungry, afraid to step out into daylight - when one day, someone came to me. I struggled to my paws, baring my teeth and snarling - if I was going to go down, I was going to go down with a fight. My anger - at Riccio, at this world, at me existing - grew and exploded. As the mysterious dog described, I rose up into the air, purple-black mist - or darkness - swirling at my paws. My eyes glowed a burning white - and darkness started to envelop me.
However, before I attacked, the dog looked up at me. My purple light lit up his face, showing a wolf-like snout, glowing red eyes, but a cat-like body. He said, "Lucifer Darklighter! I knew you were special, my friend. My fellow darkness user." He opened a paw, revealing a glowing, purple-black ball of darkness, like mine. With that, suddenly the darkness around me was gone and I dropped to the ground, panting heavily. This dog-creature was powerful, and I knew it. He knew it, too. "I know you're tired of this cruel world." He said, as if he could read my mind. "Come with me, and I'll show you that you can change this. I can offer you comfort, food, shelter - in return you will be with who you were meant to be with. The shadow-users." I could feel my strength seeping away from me, dark spots dancing before my eyes. "W - what's your name?" I stammered. He smiled at me, revealing sharp, white teeth. "My name is Shadowheart." Then I closed my eyes and fell into the dizzying darkness.
When I woke up, there was a glowing purple arrow pressed to my chest. I panicked - but I heard a quiet, calm voice. "It's all right, Lucifer." I could feel strength returning to me, like magic. But then, shadow-using... even I did it too. So... was I magic? I blinked as the arrow tip was removed from my chest. I sat up, seeing Shadowheart next to me, the arrow in his jaws. "Are you ready for your training?" He asked, holding up a paw. I closed my eyes, feeling strength rush through me. If I could change the world for others so they wouldn't have to suffer what I had... why wouldn't I? "Yes."
That is how I ended up here. I owe my life to him, yes... but I realize that they aren't creating the world I imagined. I wonder... what shall I do. Shadowheart has another mission for me - I shall see what he wants and I'll get prepared.
Farewell, Diary.
~ Lucifer Darklighter
I'm so sorry for not posting on the Hawk anymore, but after the collab, I promise I'll make more entries to make up for it. I think. Sorry for not replying to anything, but I just don't want to get anyone excited over a post that isn't an entry. As I said before, this is not in chronological order.
@PIefan
Yep, but she does act quite sane in the Hawk, though. That's because I had no plan when I began writing the Hawk and Snowy and her sister only came in afterwards.
@moonlightfairy
Agreed. At the start I meant for her to be a completely 'bad guy' according to my younger brain, but then I thought about it and decided even the 'bad guys' aren't born bad.
@Honeystorm~
Thank you so much!
Sorry it's so short, but I'll probably make more soon?
ƜαтєяƜσƖf600 wrote:is it bad I'm showing some sympathy for Snowy
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