Drekentai's Life - A New Being

[Drekentai]

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◊Theme Songs◊
ʬʬʬʬʬJudith (Remix) [x][x]JR[x][x]
ʬʬʬʬʬRegret Not [x][x]RN[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?: Paradise, Ice

◊Characters◊
ʬʬʬʬʬWho's Involved? Drekentai HieloRey

◊We Begin..◊

ʬʬʬʬʬ ((Full Song JR & RN)) Running, through the cold and damp air. Drek had finally escaped the dreaded place, now found at a large; steep hill. The grass wasn't too long compared to the other place, air was rather cold and humid, and water had seemed to stream down. Wherever this was, it may not have been much of an enjoyable sight, but it was better than being caught in a wildfire or even then....Whatever the living hell that was with the shrines. Ever since the wildfire, he didn't think he would ever live in an area packed with that many trees: He didn't want to risk it. The male made his way down, around the water. It was a change to see what he'd become but he couldn't see from the top: The water levels were too low from the land up, he'd have to go down to be at reachable, shallow levels.

ʬʬʬʬʬ The air wasn't as damp when he reached low land levels, seemed that the fog was already risen up from that area. Drek slowly approached the water. He was still stunned by the beauty of color: Everything was so vibrant, vivid: Alive. You could say it was one thing he liked about all this. He came to a slow stop, bending his front legs for a closer look. And there it was: His dark crimson red mix brown mane was long gone, no more. It was a dark, yet.. Bright blue. His eyes gazed around the reflection, scanning himself: His facial marks were perfectly identical on both sides; marked down to the finest detail; which, quite frankly, was a little impressive considering how long his fur was. He took a look at his eyes next: More detailed than anything he'd ever seen. He focused more to the blurr'd image due to water motions, pupils narrowing. He paw'd a bit into the water so that he could hold his tail out to see: The most had happened to it and he was too curious to not look; it was himself, after all.

ʬʬʬʬʬDrekentai HieloRey: "What am I..?"

ʬʬʬʬʬ The sight of his tail was both unbelievable and yet again, shocking. He lifted his front leg up, holding his paw out in clear sight: Paws were pure blue just like the markings; but pads remained to be such a dark crimson, they seemed almost black. Shifting his leg slightly on an angle, he noticed some more; a large marking on the side. Shifting his head and setting his paw back in the shallow water he did the same with the other leg: Same marking. His eyes drifted back to the reflection in the water, back legs had a large marking, too. And he noticed a long.. Curvy strip along his side, ending in a fine sharp point at both ends. What caught his eyes later then was the tail once again, faintly it seemed to be brighter than before. His mind had shifted off to an undesired memory: The wildfire. The simplest thought of flames devouring the forest in no time caused him a deep pain, simply knowing that everybody was in there. All of the markings; they'd been shifting colors. No more were they blue, red was taking over. His dark sapphire blue was completely taken over by a pure maroon. Not only that; but the tip was slowly beginning to light up in flames. His pupils widened, but he stood still, watching. All of this had made the painful memory fade away, his mind was gone clear once again And slowly with the thought the fire burnt out: Markings slowly being re-claimed by the what once was blue.

ʬʬʬʬʬ He grew beyond curious now, he didn't bother with the markings themselves anymore, but how it all changed colors, and how his tail lit up at the thought. He stood calmly, and begun to set his thoughts upon simply flames, no area, just darkness with a flame. He focused his eyes on his own tail and waited patiently. With little time the tip alone was shifting back to that maroon color, flames lit up; tail burning from the tip. What stunned him was this: It wasn't burning him, it wasn't doing damage, it was doing nothing, and on top of that; he made it. He let his tail drop in the water to light out the flames. They steamed out to water contact; but the water itself was beginning to boil. What was going on wasn't just fire; it was heat. He killed off the vision and thought of flames, let them sink back to pure blank; water slowly stopped boiling, tail slowly returning to normal.

ʬʬʬʬʬ So here was the deal: He could control fire. But what in the world would that have to do with blue clouds and flashes of light? Once again curiosity got the best of him, only this time he set his mind on something else: A cold area, icelands where all the water was frozen. And so he waited, not for long though: Only to find out that he'd had blue clouds of cold growing around his paws; water was slowly beginning to freeze around him. It was now clear as to what all that blue cloud stuff was; or at least he thought so: Cold fire. A flame that couldn't burn out, it wasn't heat, it was cold, cold as ice. He pushed himself up to get out of the water, didn't want to be frozen to it. So this was it; he could control elementals with nothing more but thought and desire? Something must have been up, waiting for him, for all this to happen. He took a look into his memory. That figure, the one who stood in the flames at distance, unknown, it was the only being he saw around, and it wasn't being hurt by the scorching flames? He padded back towards the water for a moment, bending down, looking at his own eyes from the reflection. As he'd wondered why all this happened, everything seemed normal. As he questioned himself, the image came to him, a large male of what seemed the same breed as he was, his mane, everything was a dark crimson, and it seemed outlined with light. Nothing more than the image and a name came to mind: Kensel. His eyes were turning into a brighter lime-green than normal to all this. It was all explainable. What was happening to him, what the other in the image had on him, what happened with the shrines. It all had to do with light. But... He also noticed another thing, there were orbs of light, trailing off as they motioned. It seemed as if these could have been spirits. Whatever, he fended off the thoughts, replacing them with what he was seeing as he was running away from the area with the shrines; what seemed to be white, cold. The male quickly pushed himself away and begun to continue walking in the direction, seeing the same thing in distance as before. He could control what seemed any form of cold or heat: Weather it be ice, fire, heat, cold, whichever, whatever. He didn't want curiosity to get the best of him anymore, too much for one day. If he could do more he'd find out with time. What ever it was he had become he had already gotten some pretty large hints, only thing was: Nothing was clear enough. And so the journey continued.

ʬʬʬʬʬ As Drek walked through empty fields of grass, which slowly dissipated as he moved into the lands: Less and less grass was growing on the land, slowly beginning to turn into nothing but cold and crystallized dirt, soil and mud from the shifting weather.It had made many years since the fire, but he was still lonely, never had he bumped into another feline being since. He wasn't a cub anymore, he was an adult, maybe a young one, but it was better than being half dead old. If that were the case all this venturing wouldn't be all so simple. Now that all this had happened he felt as if he was renewed: Re-birthed. Only thing was, he didn't die. Something happened and he knew he'd find out more about himself over time. It would be a little odd now to think of it, meeting others and not even knowing who you are.

ʬʬʬʬʬ As the land begun to shift from crystallized land to a thin layer of ice, slowly getting thicker as you moved further into the territory. Drek was always warm as usual: His fur was meant for such temperature.

ʬʬʬʬʬDrekentai HieloRey: "Out of my entire life of wandering around every territory possibly linked, never have I been in such territory. Oddly considering it seems to be best suited."

ʬʬʬʬʬ Many frozen lakes were approaching in the distance, and icy hills. The male walked through on the solid ice: He preferred to walk where it was land, bound to be more solid than frozen lakes, rivers, streams, whichever their was in the area. Eventually he found himself walking upon an area he liked, the hill had a small cliff like edge, it had a good view. While if you moved just a little further back their was a small hole in the ice, more or less like a dent in it: Made good enough for resting. He stood to the top, letting out a loud call. If anybody was around or lived here he'd let them know of his presence: He didn't wish to intrude. It went on like this for a while: He walked around the place a bit, calling a few times here and there. No replies. Being tired from all that had happened he decided to take a rest, and so he turned back, heading to the what he now called Den.

ʬʬʬʬʬ And so was it for the night. He'd laid down and off to a night's slumber he went.