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Katyusha: Chapter one
11 years ago
Birth
On August 1941, two Umbreon’s gave birth to a baby Umbreon, with a new ability; to change colors based on his emotions. In short word, a living mood ring. The father was a the leader of a group that protected his clan of Umbreon in Poland, whose persuasive charm came from his deep green eyes that taunted and read others with ease. The mother is a woman in search for a place to call home, with glowing brown eyes. The baby Umbreon was born on the west side of the Volga River, while his family was heading north to the river, about seventeen miles south of the city of Stalingrad, now Volgograd.
The father stands firmly protective, over both his lover and his newborn son, as the sun rises, slowly turning into the winter months "I will find shelter tomorrow, I don't want to risk anything anymore", as he looks down with.
"We won't", she says, as she presses her head under the father’s chin and neck, "I promise" as she licks his cheek. She nods softly looking at the sun continually falls at a slow pace towards the west. The baby Umbreon continues to paw at his mother, with a daze of confusion looks to his mother. She turns her attention to the baby Umbreon, rubbing her lips on his cheeks. "Bazyli, do you think we will be able to cross when the river is frozen?” the mother asks as she looks to the distant smoke looming over the city.
Bazyli looks to her, knees next to her and whispers, “Natalya, we will be safe here from the Germans, they won’t be able to go this far, we won’t have to leave the river banks, up north from here. We will be safe, I am sure of this” He slowly rubs his lips on the back of her right ear, as tears slowly fall from Natalya’s face. Bazyli licks her tear and rubs his cheek on her cheek, as he softly whispers, “If you’d like, there is; no planes, no tanks, no troops. We will be safe as soon as we pass the city and cross the river.”
Natalya looks up quickly and with fear in her voice, “We can’t move, he’s too young, and with the winter coming soon, we...”
“I will find us a new home, on the other side of the banks, nowhere near the roads”, Bazyli briskly said, “once he can walk we will find a home, and once he can talk, we will move past." The sun slowly sets over the horizon, as the full moon looms overhead; he curls around her, and kisses her cheeks softly. She smiles softly, as her tail curls around his waist. Then slowly, the baby Umbreon’s ring began to glow a soft pink, as he curls up to his mother. With alarm, the couple stared at their child, as the Bazyli spoke with pride, “do you know what this means?” as his dark green eyes water softly, smiling happily.
Natalya smiles back, “our son is special, and doesn’t matter because he will always be special”, as she kisses him softly looking deeply into his eyes, “and he will always be special, in more than one way.”
“How odd, it was just like this night wasn’t it? Full moon, same soft chill” Bazyli looks away embarrassed, “do you think this has to do with the environment of that night? What if it has to do with that night, how will we explain that?”
Natalya quickly covers the baby Umbreon’s ears with her paw and tail, “we just have to wait, and it could be anything for all we know. I would rather not think of it as an embarrassment, but move of our secret reminder of that special night” looks softly blushing, with a deep envy of the eyes. She slowly moves her paws and tail off the sleeping baby, looking with a smile to the glowing rings. Natalya slowly rubs Bazyli forepaw with her own paw. “Do you remember what we were doing before that?” Bazyli looks to the moon, reenacting, “I think we lost them”, softly laughs, “And they won’t be needing this.” Bazyli drags a necklace, and pulls it over her head.
Natalya softly blushes smiling, “I can’t believe you still have this, how did you…?”
Bazyli pulls a small bag, and pushes the bag with his paw to her. “I will save anything for you…”
Natalya smiles as she slowly curls under him, Bazyli slowly rubs his chin on the back of her neck. Natalya softly moans, “Oh, that night will always be wonderful and in my heart.” Bazyli slowly, curls around her and smiles.
On August 1941, two Umbreon’s gave birth to a baby Umbreon, with a new ability; to change colors based on his emotions. In short word, a living mood ring. The father was a the leader of a group that protected his clan of Umbreon in Poland, whose persuasive charm came from his deep green eyes that taunted and read others with ease. The mother is a woman in search for a place to call home, with glowing brown eyes. The baby Umbreon was born on the west side of the Volga River, while his family was heading north to the river, about seventeen miles south of the city of Stalingrad, now Volgograd.
The father stands firmly protective, over both his lover and his newborn son, as the sun rises, slowly turning into the winter months "I will find shelter tomorrow, I don't want to risk anything anymore", as he looks down with.
"We won't", she says, as she presses her head under the father’s chin and neck, "I promise" as she licks his cheek. She nods softly looking at the sun continually falls at a slow pace towards the west. The baby Umbreon continues to paw at his mother, with a daze of confusion looks to his mother. She turns her attention to the baby Umbreon, rubbing her lips on his cheeks. "Bazyli, do you think we will be able to cross when the river is frozen?” the mother asks as she looks to the distant smoke looming over the city.
Bazyli looks to her, knees next to her and whispers, “Natalya, we will be safe here from the Germans, they won’t be able to go this far, we won’t have to leave the river banks, up north from here. We will be safe, I am sure of this” He slowly rubs his lips on the back of her right ear, as tears slowly fall from Natalya’s face. Bazyli licks her tear and rubs his cheek on her cheek, as he softly whispers, “If you’d like, there is; no planes, no tanks, no troops. We will be safe as soon as we pass the city and cross the river.”
Natalya looks up quickly and with fear in her voice, “We can’t move, he’s too young, and with the winter coming soon, we...”
“I will find us a new home, on the other side of the banks, nowhere near the roads”, Bazyli briskly said, “once he can walk we will find a home, and once he can talk, we will move past." The sun slowly sets over the horizon, as the full moon looms overhead; he curls around her, and kisses her cheeks softly. She smiles softly, as her tail curls around his waist. Then slowly, the baby Umbreon’s ring began to glow a soft pink, as he curls up to his mother. With alarm, the couple stared at their child, as the Bazyli spoke with pride, “do you know what this means?” as his dark green eyes water softly, smiling happily.
Natalya smiles back, “our son is special, and doesn’t matter because he will always be special”, as she kisses him softly looking deeply into his eyes, “and he will always be special, in more than one way.”
“How odd, it was just like this night wasn’t it? Full moon, same soft chill” Bazyli looks away embarrassed, “do you think this has to do with the environment of that night? What if it has to do with that night, how will we explain that?”
Natalya quickly covers the baby Umbreon’s ears with her paw and tail, “we just have to wait, and it could be anything for all we know. I would rather not think of it as an embarrassment, but move of our secret reminder of that special night” looks softly blushing, with a deep envy of the eyes. She slowly moves her paws and tail off the sleeping baby, looking with a smile to the glowing rings. Natalya slowly rubs Bazyli forepaw with her own paw. “Do you remember what we were doing before that?” Bazyli looks to the moon, reenacting, “I think we lost them”, softly laughs, “And they won’t be needing this.” Bazyli drags a necklace, and pulls it over her head.
Natalya softly blushes smiling, “I can’t believe you still have this, how did you…?”
Bazyli pulls a small bag, and pushes the bag with his paw to her. “I will save anything for you…”
Natalya smiles as she slowly curls under him, Bazyli slowly rubs his chin on the back of her neck. Natalya softly moans, “Oh, that night will always be wonderful and in my heart.” Bazyli slowly, curls around her and smiles.
