Drekentai's Life - The Great Spirits

[Drekentai]

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◊Theme Songs◊
ʬʬʬʬʬLost [x][x]L[x][x]
ʬʬʬʬʬEndorphins [x][x]E[x][x]

ʬʬʬʬʬSong Times And Identification: You will notice through out the story little double quotes with time numbers in them, ex: ((00:00-1:24 TS)) This means that the part that you are about to read after seeing the time, will begin at around that time into the song, until the noted time. If a new bit is to start, with no time, than the song would to be to continue on from there, same time area. Also, Each song has identification letters, as seen in the example, this means that it'll be within which ever song the short is allocated to. For example: ((02:34 - 3:54 ISA)) ISA is assigned to the song I Stand Alone, meaning that the part will have that time of that song. Do note, the times are times of the linked videos.

◊Location◊
ʬʬʬʬʬWhere Does It Take Place?: Jungle, Tropic Falls

◊Characters◊
ʬʬʬʬʬWho's Involved? Drekentai HieloRey

◊We Begin..◊

ʬʬʬʬʬ ((Full Song L)) Drekentai HieloRey: "Where am I.."

ʬʬʬʬʬ Rain had been pouring down with the heat, trees scattered all over the area: This was a jungle. The young adult had been wandering for weeks now, alone. No sign of Flea, parents, Kono, nobody. It's as if life of his kind had been wiped out. Living off prey and water he went by, and moving on to the next area every day. But this place was low on prey, though it made up with amounts of water.

ʬʬʬʬʬ Scars were being torn into him the further he walked; memories. Always walking without a stop, Drek's eyes slowly begun to puddle into tears. The brown male let out a loud groan of sharp agony, throwing himself at a tree heavily. The large trunk only slightly shook: The male fell back to the ground on his side. He rolled slightly to be laying paws down: Claws dug into the ground, eyes sealed shut from both anger, and pain.

ʬʬʬʬʬDrekentai HieloRey: "Whoever the hell you are.. You will pay for your crime. You killed hundreds with one fire alone.. I will hunt you down if I have to."

ʬʬʬʬʬ Out of everybody, everybody that had lived in the same area as he did, Flea was unique. He may have been foolish, but he had.. Odd markings: Green and looked nothing like what an animal would carry on it's fur. Drek pushed himself up shakily, head down to the ground in despair; he continued to walk a path, one that would hopefully take him somewhere, soon.

ʬʬʬʬʬ Bright day's sun was shining through each spaced area between the trees, glaring into Drek's eyes. Faint sound could be heard: Water falls. His head rose, he hoped to find others here: Maybe he'd find the gang, who knows. He begun to speed up a little on the traveling, sooner or later finding himself running. Danger of running into something didn't seem all that high, may have been many trees but they were spaced out plenty enough. Dark, extremely damp area begun to slowly convert. It was beginning to get colder and less humid, slowly, as he approached and got closer to the sound with every minute that passed by.

ʬʬʬʬʬ Hills could be seen up ahead, both rocky hills and grassy ones. The grass was bright, some areas where it'd been with very little grass covering the soil. Steam far up ahead was seen, rising from behind a hill. But a few.. Odd things caught him in shock. To start with: How in the god d@mned world does a rock float in mind air? Secondly: Shrines, with blue flames. He'd stopped in his tracks and suspiciously wondered if he should even advance: Cautiously he did so, slowly moving further into the newfound land.

ʬʬʬʬʬ The air felt heavy in the place. It wasn't humidity, it was the bear energy this place carried above it, within it, everywhere. Slowly moving further into it, further towards the falls, the male had looked around. As he'd got closer to that... Mountain, energy felt stronger around. He headed up a hill that lead high up, large tree was found, and he could get a closer look at those suspicious shrines. The burning blue flames seemed to intensify, little by little. All of the trees here seemed as if they were all pulled down: Bending down. Their leaves and branches too were sloppy, as if heavy rain forced it all down. Though, despite the oddness, it made for rather beautiful scenery.

ʬʬʬʬʬ Approaching one of the shrines, the brown male curiously stood up on his back legs, front paws scooped in the large ring which seemed to be like a small water bowl. He took a long sniff at it: Smelled like normal water. he let his tongue dip into it: Taste the water of this newfound land. Or at least the water from the shrines that is.

ʬʬʬʬʬ ((02:03 - 02:38 E)) But curiosity killed the cat (Even though not literal), a blinding light grew, throwing him back and off of the shrine. He landed on all four legs, slowly backing away in fear. What ever the hell just happened he didn't want to stay around it anymore: He was backing up towards the wrong direction, another shrine. As his tail just brushed the edge he jumped back quickly, being blinded by another burst of light as soon as he'd turned his head. He let himself fall down on the ground. Whatever was going on, was it going to be it?

ʬʬʬʬʬ Faint, ice blue clouds bloomed from under the lower rings on the shrines, all three of them. As soon as he saw; he freaked.

ʬʬʬʬʬDrekentai HieloRey: "What the hell is going on!?"

ʬʬʬʬʬ Standing in a stance, claws dug into the ground, being surrounded, he was unable to do anything to escape. The blue clouds grew brighter as it surrounded him, rising. Strips of bright aqua blue could be seen swirling around him: Spirits Of Light were now rising to him: And he is yet to know. He would have rather stayed in the wildfire than be trapped in this freaky sh!t. He could feel himself get heavier, all of the light being thrown off around him seemed to be seeping towards, and into him. In all of the places of which light seeped in, his fur grew as what seemed; stained: Stained a shade of blue. More the light went in, closer each bit of fur was to being blue: Mutating from root to tip. His tail alone begun to feel heavy, a bit majority of the clouds were going there. The tip begun to grow bright; to the point where blue seemed to be the only color in existence in the area. Slowly, clouds begun to fade, not seeping back to the shrines, but rather simply fading. It was all back to normal around him, but with only one problem: His tail tip had still been glowing strongly, and he was still feeling rather heavy inside. Rings of aura started to climb up his tail, staining more of the abnormal blue markings onto him. His tail was merely covered, ring of circles next to the tip, complex tribals that worked their way from top to bottom, ringing around his tail as well; finishing off with the simplest of the rings, just as the tip of the tail. Small clouds begun to form once again, only around his paws this time. Tail faintly glowing, simplest of the tribal markings begun to "paint" onto his fur. Seeping from the core of the brown roots of each hair, growing out to the tip a blue, which glowed faintly. The clouds faded away, only this time faded by seeping into his paws, turning them into the same blue as all that remained on him.

ʬʬʬʬʬ Things laid calm for a few moments. Eyes sealed shut completely, Drek was freaked out: yet he seemed.. Calm. All of the newly made markings were still glowing. All those clouds were so bright they would've rendered him blind. He couldn't see in color, just like most other felines. His eyes had been sealed shut so he could spare his sight if he were to get out of this, alive. As the glowing auras slowly died out, his nose and the fur under his eyes had begun to glow: He didn't want to go through any more. It was too much for him. Now his nose had gotten the finest of the details: Tribal-like pin strips stretched across his nose bridge, while his under-eyes had gotten the smallest of the tribal-shaped pikes. The glowing stopped. After long enough, he'd slowly open his eyes. Just as he opened them, he could feel them change. His green irises were facing a transformation as well: They were becoming more detailed in color depth. Shock struck him: He could see in color. Everything was different, yet.. Beautiful. The shrines were a dark red-wood color, grass was a tropic green: It was all frightening yet beautiful. But just as he'd open his eyes, two strips of light grew on his cheeks, fading away; leaving two more marks.

ʬʬʬʬʬ He closed his eyes once more, sealing them shut. He didn't know if this was a dream, real, or just him going insane. But he wanted a sure answer. Frankly, this would have been the last time he got a sight of his brown mane: As he was sight seeing, the top of it was already beginning to have blue "painted" on. The mane itself wasn't plain fur, though: It quite reflected to the light, depending on the weather. He opened his eyes once again. They opened pretty fast, because the first thing he saw was a mane that was a blend mix: Blue with some brown: More blue than brown though.

ʬʬʬʬʬ He wasn't near water right now, so he couldn't see a reflection to see what happened to him. And he sure as hell wasn't going near those shrines again. He turned around quickly and dashed down the hill, running off, getting away from there. He wanted out, never to come back. As he'd reached open plains, away from the hills and shrines, he'd stopped to look back at the dreaded place: It may have been beautiful but it had a nasty hidden secret. Just the sight of the hill with the shrines and massive tree gave him flashbacks, flashbacks of the wildfire, but one thing in specific: The figure he'd seen. Just as he saw the flashback, the flames on the shrines grew brighter for a second, fading back out to normal. A sign? A hint? Who knows, but off he was: The open plains up ahead seemed light, cold areas coming up ahead.