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Kanga - Shiny's grandma (Shiny's backstory - First part)
A tribute to my just passed away grandma. <:3
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I never could properly write down this story. I never felt like my abilities would manage to write it in a way that people would enjoy to read it. I try to sum it up as best as possible now though.
Hope it's okay. It was and now is my own way of handling the subject of loss. I try to make something beautiful of it. Be ready to learn about how Shiny's life was along with his grandma which shaped a lot of his personality. Just like it is for me with my grandma.
Thanks again to Brittany aka Unibat who drew this artwork of Kanga and young Shiny. I still find it represents my own feelings towards my grandmother well. I will miss her a lot but I'll make sure I will live in her name and smile myself just like Shiny does.
The story is bittersweet, has many nice and sad moments. It's something I always keep Shiny away in his settings nowadays but I thought it explains everything up to the point before he arrives in this world and makes his character believable.
I find it really odd that I never could type out this story...Maybe it was my personal fear facing the thought of me losing my grandma, a close person even in a fictional way like Shiny. Anyways, I hope the ones of you who like stories will enjoy this one. It's probably the most important
A world, different from the one Shiny lives in now, a time when he didn't have met any of his nowadays friends, a forest silent and beyond the populated and lively cities and towns. This world other than what I call Furra(Furra is the world in which Shiny lives nowadays) is a world in which just to my knowledge have not many species met each other. I just call it "Kangaskhan Woods".
The place disconnected from the rest of that world. In that parts no other species than a few tribes had separated their lands and mostly never met each other because they never moved beyond the borders of what land their families had used to live with over the decades.
At that place lived a tribe of Kangaskhans. They are creatures of a large stature. They mostly use their time to care for their childs until them were old enough to start their own families. In rare cases though, some parents never get to see their children grow up that far.
Kanga how I call her, tragically lost her husband and child during a time of when sad circumstances came together for the tribe she lived in. In a stormy night when a thunder had hit into one of the trees and had started a fire, a lot of the male Kangaskhan had left to stop the fire from spreading, her husband also left help the others.
Their youngster awoke from the noises and panicked about his father to leave and couldn't stay inside his nest. While his mother worried along with the other families, the child secretly followed his father and the other Kangaskhan who left.
Since he was older than the other youngsters who all still slept in their mothers' belly pouches he was feeling like he could do what the adults could do already. With that mindset, he had left his nest to help his father and the others.
The flames had spreaded quickly. The adult Kangaskhans were trying their best to throw dirt and earth on top of the flames, crushed their heads against trees to tear them down and hopefully lead the fires away from the place where their families were awaiting their return.
The young Kangaskhan who couldn't make out everything too well as all the outcries of the elders the stormy weather and the noises of fire and wood bursting and splintering inside the woods. He ran further in, tried to avoid the fire and always tried to see in the shadows where his father might be.
Suddenly though, the unlucky child had maneuvered itself into what seemed like a deadend. The fires had closed it in from where it had slipped inside and in front of it there only were more flames.
The father still working together with his tribe members perched his ears as a squeaking outcry came from farther away behind walls of flames. He knew that voice and he didn't think twice before running right through the heat and smoke.
At the same time the Kangaskhan mother shockingly had found her son was missing and she also had run around on the search of her child and husband. The other families nearby couldn't stop her even that they were supposed to wait for the others to return.
The poor Kangashan boy who were backing away from the flames didn't stop crying after his parents. The way the flames had pushed him back to though, lead to a cliff. The Kangaskhans never moved that way since with their bodies it was, even if they'd manage to survive a fall from up there, impossible to ever get back up. It simply was a forbidden and dangerous place.
If nobody would help the child it would probably either fall down the cliff or burned by the fire. Crying and weeping, the poor Kangaskhan boy wished that he'd not be alone. With a shock the boy watched above him when with a creak the top of a tree was falling down towards him.
That was the moment when a large heavy figure had bent itself over him. It was the father who had come to get his child out of this situation. His body was severely injured by the burns and the tree that had hit him right in his back. But he was happy he had managed to save his child.
The boy cried seeing his father like that. The fire came closer still as from the other side of it, the voices of the other Kangaskhans could be heard. They would have liked to help their tribe member and his child but nobody was able to pass through the flames.
The father coughed heavily while the child was pressing against him. The fire was still coming closer. The only ways out would have been to get back through the flames or to wards the cliff. The father, numb in his senses at first tried to pass with his child back through the flames but that turned out to be futile. His burns simply were too strong when he had moved through them the first time.
As his power seemed to leave him more and more, him still holding onto his weeping child, he stepped further and further away from the fire, now close to the edge of the cliff. His last thoughts were him feeling sorry for that he couldn't manage to bring his child back to his wife.
The other Kangaskhans all were in devastated cries and shouts as inside the fires they saw the shape of their tribe member disappear. His body slipped away from the edge of the cliff. His arms were crossed around the youngster who had passed out in fear. Both him and his son fell deep down in the black of the night. They had disappeared.
After this the events and the night came to a close. The other Kangaskhans had managed it to lead the fire away from the tribe and eventually after several hours all that had remained of the fire was a black and grey mixture of broken and burned down woodland.
The eldest of the Kangaskhans had sent a few members of the tribe near the cliff but the news they could bring back only were tragic ones. As it seemed neither the child nor the father could be brought back alive.
Kanga was still paralised. Right when some of the Kangaskhan had stopped her in the night and the reality had hit her all she was able to do was crying out loud. Her family was gone and she was devastated. She simply didn't want to see anybody anymore.
After all that the Kangaskhan families could only notice how day by day the widow Kangaskhan seemed to more and more disconnect with the tribe. Not sure what to do with herself she lived in solitude a bit further away from the others. One of the larger hollow trees that had survived the fires was like a cave for her that she rarely left.
Some nice families at times brought her berries and wished her the best but she felt empty inside, lonely and depression befell her. One day though, she had noticed the area had been green and lively again. Nature sure was a wonder. After the days, weeks and months that she had just vegatated and not had eaten much, even her tree was blooming at its top again.
She couldn't say why but the view of the woods being so lively again together with words that her parents had shared with her always before they had passed away as well as the thoughts of her child and husband made her both smile and cry at the same time. She finally seemed to understand that in her heart they were still at her side not wanting her to give up on life like that.
As her tears finally came to a stop she looked up into the sky. Her thoughts weren't about how to continue from now on that much but she felt only like that she wanted to live for her family so one day when they might unite it would be a happy reunion. With that she devoted herself to make this place she went a nicer home with more life surrounding it.
Time passed and the childs of the tribe themselves already had hatchlings and families by now. Kanga had become old by now. At times she had come to the tribe and looking after the others. Each time though when she saw the children running around she somewhat felt sadness welling up in her again. She still felt some guilt for that her child never could be like the parents of those childs in the tribe, never advance further into adulthood and to meet his special one.
The old Kangaskhan woman had turned the area around her tree into a vital and lush green place with berries and herbs sprouting here and there. On one side from her home there was a nice view on a tree and some mountains in the distance. If you'd follow down the meadowy plains you'd get to the woods where tribe is living.
She had used her time in the past years to explore more of her woodlands surrounding the tribe. She had seen the steep mountain cliffs and waterfalls that circled around behind her tree and where they all lived for so long.
Something she once found was a smaller cave leading out of the woodlands though the gap never was large enough for any adult Kangaskhan to leave the area plus it only seemed like the woodlands would only continue from there. Plus the hard rocks never seemed like possible for anybody to dig through with just their claws so nobody really ever considered leaving.
On a sunny afternoon, Kanga was drinking water near that place. The water was rushing down by the small waterfall as she refreshed and washed herself some. Her thoughts not especially towards anything she just observed the water flowing, transporting leaves on its surface that had fallen down.
As she just took in the view she wondered if there'd be other tribes somewhere beyond that cliff side and waterfall, maybe even some beyond the mountains behind that.
Her thoughts were interrupted when all of a sudden she noticed something. Something drifted and shook on top of the water nearing her. All she could make out from its features it was something in a familiar shape, an oval object.
The egg that was lonely flowing with the water of the river made the surprised Kangaskhan charge forward. Her large body created waves in the water that was only reaching below her chest at the deepest point. As the egg was close Kanga quickly got a hold of it, gently returning with it back to the shore.
A bit exhausted from her actions, the old Kangaskhan sat down for a moment. Down in her paws rested the picked up egg. Where did it come from? Did its parents lose it? Those questions rang to Kanga's head as she only could come to the conclusion that the little egg must have been washed away with the river and survived the waterfall and everything else on its way here.
After pondering for a moment she decided to get home with the foundling of hers. The little egg probably needed warmth and care now. She just hoped the hatchling would be well after his or her journey. Kanga right away put the egg gently into her nest. As a mother she knew how to keep the egg warm. She covered it up in leaves and grass then nestled up at it. She knew she'd need more grass and leaves to keep the egg more warm even.
Not much thinking about what she was doing there the Kangaskhan woman used the following time to look after the egg. She ate more berries to be able to keep the egg more warm with her body. She basically flooded the tree with leaves making her nest larger and always listened. She had hold the egg towards the sunlight and had seen a baby was growing inside. It now all depended on if the baby would be taken care of well.
With that Kanga's mind was set and determined to rescue and keep the child that she had found there. She would have never forgiven herself if she didn't at least try to replace the egg's mother role now. With all her occupation in caring for the little thing a week passed.
It was another sunny spring day and Kanga already carried her egg with gentleness and love inside her pouch. She knew it wouldn't be too far away from now when the hatchling might come out of the egg's shell. The Kangaskhan had returned a few times toward the cliff with the waterfall while looking for leaves and maybe somebody looking for the egg. Nobody ever came.
As the Kangaskhan enjoyed the sun rays on her scales she suddenly got surprised by something. The egg had twitched again like a few times the past days but this time stronger. She brought out the egg and covered it inside her paws where the egg continued to shake. The old woman was very excited and her heart was pounding as the little egg seemed just seconds away from revealing the little baby inside.
Then it happened. A crack in the egg-shell appeared. Kanga was staring at it all silently then started encouraging it with a smile on her face hoping the little one would catch the strength to free him or herself with it.
Another crack appeared, then yet one after that. The eggshell fell over as it then burst into two halves. The little hatchling pushed the upper part up in a still weary movement. The process of hatching had taken out quite something out of the little new life.
Kanga watched the baby and the baby then watched back at here blinking nosily about all what was surrounding after the walls of the egg were gone now. The baby seemed not to be a Kangaskhan even though it also had features of a Reptile. In fascination and pride Kanga watched over her newborn or rather newhatched little one.
The baby wasn't looking like a Kangaskhan baby but had features of a Reptile. The hide was covered in turquoise and shiny scales, some features like a trio of little ridged dorsal plates and a little tail plate appeared in a deeper more marine blue. On the chest her little one sported a light tan V-shape and around the eyes were little black edges. Three toes on the feetpaws and five tiny fingers on the handpaws. The baby's eyes had a red tone that reminded Kanga of little berries.
She couldn't help herself anymore when the baby squeaked once. She nuzzled on the baby's head lovingly shedding a few tears from overwhelmth of the moment. Maybe it reminded her of the time back when she had her first hatchling or maybe she was just overjoyed to see the little one was well and on this world.
With that Kanga became the foster-mother of the child soon to be revealed a happy little boy. He simply got called 'little one' by Kanga since that was how she used to call her son as well. She was an old Kangaskhan so she simply taught him to call her his 'grandma'. The little one surely couldn't say that yet but it was how he used to call her later.
The little child grew up to a healthy one in this time. Eating his berries well with his just eight visible teeth and crawling around the tree amused. Kanga often kept her baby warm inside her pouch or carried him humming a lullaby as her baby was cuddling against her chest. She kept him safe and he was smiling at her just like she did at him; mother and child.
The news about the hatchling spreaded quickly in the tribe from the first time on somebody came to look after the old Kangaskhan woman and found her rocking the baby in her arms. The tribe's reception of those happenings were mixed. While some of the elder female members seemed happy for Kanga becoming mother once more the tribe leader himself didn't like the idea of her looking after that strange child that wasn't like them.
He visited Kanga and confronted her about that it would have been wrong and not of her concerns if people not belonging to their tribe would do with their eggs and hatchlings and that he decided that nobody from the outside may disturb the life of the group. Kanga was surprised and shocked but sent him away making clear that she'd raise this child with or without her tribe's support.
From that day on nobody of the members in the tribe ever tried to disrespect their leader's decisions and Kanga was mostly avoided by all people. Though she never minded it. She lived alone for such a long time by now and it was no difference for her if somebody was visiting her on her old days by now. More important was her family now. She had a little son to take care of and that would keep her happy and occupied for sure.
The seasons flew practically by. Soon, Kanga's little one started to make his first steps. He also first time said 'ma' to her which later became a 'ma-ma'. She never got tired of his lively personality, playing around with the leaves in their nest, sometimes making a mess when frolicking around the tree always nosy about his surroundings.
Kanga loved to see how with each day her shiny little son grew bigger even that he didn't seem to grow as fast as a Kangaskhan child. It probably had to do with the original species his kind belonged to. She didn't mind his small size though. For her he was her adorable little one she loved dearly and was happy to look after.
No matter how the seasons changed Kangaskhan Woods the old grandma Kanga and her little son always shared a wonderful time as the hatchling grew into a young kid and beyond. Together they had all sorts of smaller happy adventures together.
One time Kanga got pretty shocked when she saw him plunging himself into a nearby pond and diving underwater without problems. Afraid that he might drown She quickly stumbled inside the water right when her son reappeared seemingly very happy with his affinity to the element water.
That later turned out to be a fact when he found out that his tummy somehow was able to produce water which he could spit out from his snout just like if you'd use a garden hose. That's what he actually used his funny ability for to help his grandma. He often took strolls around the tree to spit water on the berry bushes to keep them all well and to ensure him and Kanga would always have something yummy to eat.
Kanga didn't like it too much when her little one was trying to go swimming secretly or leaving further away from their home. She mostly tried to keep his ideas away from it by spending as much time as possible with telling him stories and lecturing him about all the things that surrounded their home.
The little boy was eager to learn about everything with a healthy thirst to want to know what his grandma does. So Kanga explained him things like how plants and trees grow, how moss only grows into a specific direction, what shrooms and herbs are edible and about what plants and berries are good for him. From days at which the two harvested roots and vegetables to nights in which the little boy learned about the stars in the sky. It was all exciting for him to memorize.
Though one day he was out alone again. It had been more and more days at which the old Kangaskhan woman laid down for an afternoon nap since the daily things began to exhausting her more and more. Her son used that time always to explore more about the surroundings. Kanga surely told him about that he shouldn't near the tribe nor the cliffsides beyond since she wanted to keep him from problems but that didn't stop him from getting interested in the other families.
One time he ran into the adults and children waving happily at them but the parents only pulled away their young ones and avoided him. Another time he met the tribe's leader who scared him away and told him that strangers aren't welcome. The little one couldn't understand why they treated him like that.
That was the first time in his life when he confronted his grandma with a certain question: "Why do I look different than all the others?", which Kanga first tried to avoid to answer. After much insisting of her son though she told him the story of that she found him and that he's not a Kangaskhan like the others. To her surprise he smiled at her after she told him that. He said to her that all that matters for him is that grandma is his family.
The little boy couldn't help himself when getting around the tribe. He wanted to get to know more people yet. He wanted them to like him. Whenever he saw some other childs playing he neared them. A lot of them ran away. At times even they brought back their parents which scared him away again.
One time even a few of the adults came to their home stating that Kanga shall keep her strange child away from theirs which led to something at least the little one never saw before happening. His grandma got really furious and actually scared away the three Kangaskhans that got to their house to complain.
After she calmed down she gave her son a hug and told him that some people simply don't have good intentions and that he should better not try to befriend them again. They didn't change in years and that would probably not change even if he'd show himself. The little boy was still a bit upset about how loud his grandma had gotten beforehand around the other Kangaskhans and didn't want to listen to his grandma saying they couldn't become friends.
So it came that the little one kept trying to meet with other kids. There actually were a few boys who were interested in him. They weren't thinking of becoming friends with the little one though. Those Kangaskhan kids were already about the double as big is him and used that as an advantage.
At first acting friendly, two of them suddenly grabbed him while the biggest of them revealed that his father, the tribe's leader, told about them about him. They started to pushing the smaller boy around telling him things like that he'd look weird and that he'd be so tiny. They laughed as they made him trip and then went away.
Still confused by their doings the little one returned home quite sad but he didn't want to tell his grandma who asked him not to go near them so he just wiped away the tears in his eyes and smiled at her.
In the following weeks and months Kanga got more and more tired. Her age was showing and she wasn't able to do as much as in the past few years. Her son always did his best to support her with everything that he had learned. Often surprised her even with the things he found like beautiful flowers or stones he brought back from the riverbed.
Surprisingly disregarding what had happened to him, the little boy still insisted on meeting the other boys now and then. They amused themselves by at first apologizing for their behaviour but later then bullying and picking on him.
Kanga could see through his smiles that even as optimistic as her son was showing something was pressing on him. She asked him and he replied with a question on his own:" Am I weird, grandma?", he asked. Kanga wrapped her arms around her little one and assured him that he's perfectly fine the way he is.
On yet another of his visits the boy got pushed around by the mean children again. They made it an amusement for themselves to talk bad about him while pretending not to see him because he'd be so tiny. That made the little one feel rather miserable about himself again.
When his grandma saw him back home and he asked her if she'd think he'd be too small she just chuckled and told him that he'd get bigger with the time and that he's just perfect the way he is no matter what size.
The boy couldn't help thinking about his size though. It was the first time in his life that some of his worries manifested in a nightmare. He dreamed about his bullies, the Kangaskhan kids he met, all at least big as trees and hunting after him laughing evilly.
His grandma was quite worried seeing her son waking up with tears in his eyes and she quickly comforted him. After such moments he always was happy again and had hope for what his grandma said. That he'd be big someday as well with enough time.
A fateful time came when his grandma didn't feel too well. He looked concerned about her health and went to look for herbs that would make her feel better. That's when all of a sudden the children from the Kangaskhan tribe appeared. They joked around if he'd look for a cure against being so small and strange but he tried to not listen to them.
Then one of them actually smirked and told the little one something. He said that if he'd do them a favor they'd help him out with becoming like all the other Kangaskhan. They'd just have to meet in a cloudy dark night at a certain place.
The little boy wasn't sure about what to think of it at first. He asked if they'd mean it for real. The biggest of the boys swore it to be a special fruit that only appears when it's very dark and that it is said to make all things good for who ever eats from it.
That sentence and the poor boy's naive side were it that made him agree to their plan. He already could see himself bringing home that fruit to share it with his grandma. He could be as big as the other Kangaskhan, become friends with them and his grandma would feel much better and less exhausted again.
As he arrived home with his herbs the little boy treated his ill grandma just the way she always did for him whenever he catched a cold in the past. While Kanga soon fell asleep he was sitting there and hoping that there soon would be an evening at which he could meet the other boys again and go find that special fruit.
One day later already when Kanga had gone to sleep the weather really was becoming very bad. It seemed like a storm would come around soon. At such times his grandma usually told him to stay at home and close to her but the little boy had a plan set and so didn't hesitate to do what seemed best to help his grandma and himself.
The cheeky Kangaskhan boys also had managed to slip out of their nests and get to the place where they had planned to meet. It was a dark night-time. The clouds were covering the moon and stars. When they saw the turquoise little one they smirked at each other and then greeted him.
They led him further away from the tribe. There was an open plain with some trees. The boy wasn't sure if that was the right place to go since he never saw fruits on the trees when he ever went there on one of his trips. He remembered the big boy's words though which had stated that the dark fruit would only appear at such a dark night like this one.
As they neared the trees, the little boy could make out the appearance of the trees, all covered in leaves and vines at which sometimes grew some berries but not around that time lately and probably not a special one like the boys had told him.
Before the poor boy could ask the others about the trees all of a sudden he got grabbed and shoved towards the vines. The biggest boy then came at him quickly binding his arms as the other two Kangaskhans laughed at the smaller boy.
He tried to get free but he wasn't strong enough to fight back against the three bigger boys. Under cries and pleadings he got bound all around his tummy and chest area and then also even pulled up over a branch, all helpless.
The boys found it fun to punch and kick at the poor boy, picking on him for actually believing their story. The boy just was shedding tears and felt terrible. He only wanted to belong to them and be accepted just like his grandma did. He wanted back home and not there with those bullies who went even so far to trick and harm him again. And that all just because he was different.
As he wished them to stop all of a sudden a loud growling came from above. The wind was blowing louder at the group as the first thunders of a storm were appearing. The Kangaskhan boys were quite shocked as they looked at the sky flashing up and two of them quickly turned around wanting back home.
The oldest of them, the tribe leader's son who was the only one remaining wasn't sure what to do. He was also quite afraid of sticking around while the weather became worse every minute. For a moment it looked like he was about to set the little boy still dangling down from the tree branch free and show some mercy.
To the little boy's dismay though yet another rumbling thunder was enough to scare the big Kangaskhan boy enough so that he ran away as well leaving him alone. Trapped in the midst of the night with storm clouds raining down at the area the boy was struggling against his binds, shedding tears and crying after his grandma to get him out.
At the same time the first thunder had roared Kanga awoke from her sleep. She was shocked to not find her son in their nest anymore. She was looking at the sky and getting flashbacks of what had happened in the past. That was enough to set her old body in movement and running out into the night.
The wind was howling through Kangaskhan woods. The members of the tribe all were keeping close together at such times so they would keep warm and safe together. Just one Kangaskhan was stumbling out in the woods. Kanga shouted after her son as loud as possible often breaking out in coughing of exhaustion. She tried to find him near the waterfall, around the way downhill towards the tribe and after that even near the cliffs but to her despair he wasn't to be found at any of those places.
The little boy cried and cried in deep fear. The flashing lights of the storm, the darkness and howling wind made his helpless situation a worse nightmare than he ever had before. He just wished to wake up and be with his grandma again.
Then he heard Kanga's voice. His grandma was coming closer as he shouted back under tears. His grandma was finally there and helped him down hugging him for a moment. They needed to get back home and get into their nests to get warm again, she thought. Kanga put her son into her pouch and stumbled back while the thunders were still following them. The storm was scary to the old Kangaskhan woman as well but she ignored it since all that mattered now was getting her child home.
They both made it back finally. Exhausted from that hunt through the storm Kanga sank down into her nest. Her little one had passed out a while ago in her pouch already. While the wind still blew over Kangaskhan Woods the two of them fell into a deep sleep.
The next day the night and storm got exchanged by sun and blue sky again. The little boy awoke again and slid out of his grandma's pouch. His body still hurt from the treatment the bigger boys had given to him. His grandma though looked worse than him. What she did was a miracle given the state she had been in already. Not did she manage to get like everywhere around in that short time but also through that wild stormy night.
And that showed. Kanga was laying there looking pale and more ill than ever. She coughed heavily as her son cried telling her that he's sorry. His grandma though only petted him on the head and told him not to worry. She'd only have to sleep for now. The little boy told her the story of why he was there all alone while Kanga just nodded.
Then when he was finished telling her about how he wished he'd been a Kangaskhan like her and the others the only thing his grandma did was smiling. Smiling and asking him to smile as well. He was still crying but then he did share the smile with his grandma, nuzzling her snout lovingly while still feeling guilty.
Kanga then said as follows: "My little one. You always made me so happy with your smile. It's honest and beautiful. Since the day you hatched from your egg, so sweet and innocent, you've been like sunshine in my life. *cough* I never felt happy like that in years. You gave me so much, you and your always lovely smile. You know what makes us all the same, little one? *cough* We all have the ability to make each others' lives better by sharing a smile. So promise me never forget to smile and share a smile with everyone on everyday."
The little boy forced a smile while crying bitterly. His grandma also cried and smiled at him. Then she continued: "It might be that I'm not*cough* that long here anymore, little one. And I fear the tribe won't let you alone when I'm gone. So listen. There is a cave small enough for you to fit through. It's hidden by bushes that I planted years ago. The cave is *cough* like a gap for you to fit through and leave these woods. Go and search for a place to stay. I'm sure somewhere a home and family with people who will accept you awaits."
The little boy pleaded at his grandma's side. He didn't want to listen to all that. He wanted to stay with her, those wonderful years never to end and make her smile everyday. His tears never stopped running over his turquoise cheeks. He tried to assure her that she'd get better. He'd just have to get more herbs and berries. That was the moment when Kanga pulled him into a last hug.
"It's okay, my little one. You aren't alone. *cough* I'll always watch over you. I...I will be okay as well. I'll be with everybody who shared smiles with me when they were around and together *cough* we'll keep watching over you and wish you a happy life... My little one....I...love...you...."
And then Kanga was gone. Her voice and body came to a still. The little boy looked at her in disbelief still repeating calling out to her. He didn't want this all to happen. He wanted her to stay with him. He than ran and stumbled out of the tree leaving toward the tribe. He fell several times the places he knew all washed blurry by his tears.
And without any sense of time and space he stood in front of the tribe's leader who looked askance at him. The three Kangaskhan boys even were looking with some guilt now as they saw how terrible the little one looked. There he stood and all he could do is pleading them to help his grandma to wake up again. He even tried to force up a smile again while his waterfall of tears was flowing still.
Kanga's last few words turned out to be the truth as the tribe's leader only pointed away and told him to disappear. He was devastated and tried to get a hold of the big male Kangaskhan. crying louder wanting him to help his grandma but all that happened was that with a full strike of his paw he slapped the little one which send him flying a few feet away. There he whimpered and cried while the Kangaskhan turned around and with him the tribe. They simply ignored him and his despair as they showed nothing but unacceptance.
The poor boy then slowly stood up and walked back home. Slowly until the sun started setting again. His grandma was still there in her nest looking just like if she'd be in a deep sleep. For what seemed like hours, the little one looked at the sky only wondering if his grandma was watching from the stars like she once had told him when he was smaller. He was about 2 feet in size now. He had gown quite some since the time he was a little egg.
After a night in which he had problems to fall asleep but finally caught some rest the little one started walking around Kangaskhan woods. He came to the tree where the boys had trapped him and used his dull claws to cut off some vines. He also collected flowers like he used to do for his grandma. After a few hours of work the little one had put a blanket made of flowers, herbs and berries around the room of the tree where his grandma was resting. He didn't want to go without at least giving her all the things she loved so much.
In the end the little one planted a lot of vine seeds around the tree. If he was right and nobody of the tribe members would come around his home and grandma would all be embraced by the plants and flowers keeping everything beautiful for her. He wiped a tear away when he grabbed what looked like a net-like bag. He had used the vines to make it so he could carry some berries and herbs with it.
It wasn't difficult with Kanga's directions to find the hidden cave entrance. The little turquoise mon could see the small waterfall from here. That was the place where his grandma had found his egg; the place where his life had been rescued. The cave really wasn't large enough for a Kangaskhan to fit through though for him it was the exit out of his old life.
The boy took one last time to watch back, to say farewell to Kanga, his home and everything he knew. Whatever would lie in front of him he'd always keep his grandma's last wish alive and try his best to smile and make the people he might meet happy.
With that he stepped forward. Behind the cave all he found were trees, trees, and what seemed like an endless forest.
Up to this day you guys know that the little one later to known as Shiny, lil Totodude or Marc the turquoise Totodile kept his promise. He kept smiling, made friends who became like family to him and his life turned out to be wonderful and happy just like his grandma had wished for.
At some nights when he's sitting at his window seat of his attic room up above the treetops he still in his heart knows that from above there his grandma is watching him, the one who loved him, shared a happy time and so many other things with him and who lives further through him.
That is Shiny's grandma Kanga.
Story, Shiny and Kanga belong to ShinyTotodude
Art belongs to Unibat
Totodile and Kangaskhan belong to Nintendo/GameFreak/ThePokémonCompany
PS: You should fav the original artwork on Brittany's older account here
Fitting music <---*click*
I never could properly write down this story. I never felt like my abilities would manage to write it in a way that people would enjoy to read it. I try to sum it up as best as possible now though.
Hope it's okay. It was and now is my own way of handling the subject of loss. I try to make something beautiful of it. Be ready to learn about how Shiny's life was along with his grandma which shaped a lot of his personality. Just like it is for me with my grandma.
Thanks again to Brittany aka Unibat who drew this artwork of Kanga and young Shiny. I still find it represents my own feelings towards my grandmother well. I will miss her a lot but I'll make sure I will live in her name and smile myself just like Shiny does.
The story is bittersweet, has many nice and sad moments. It's something I always keep Shiny away in his settings nowadays but I thought it explains everything up to the point before he arrives in this world and makes his character believable.
I find it really odd that I never could type out this story...Maybe it was my personal fear facing the thought of me losing my grandma, a close person even in a fictional way like Shiny. Anyways, I hope the ones of you who like stories will enjoy this one. It's probably the most important
A world, different from the one Shiny lives in now, a time when he didn't have met any of his nowadays friends, a forest silent and beyond the populated and lively cities and towns. This world other than what I call Furra(Furra is the world in which Shiny lives nowadays) is a world in which just to my knowledge have not many species met each other. I just call it "Kangaskhan Woods".
The place disconnected from the rest of that world. In that parts no other species than a few tribes had separated their lands and mostly never met each other because they never moved beyond the borders of what land their families had used to live with over the decades.
At that place lived a tribe of Kangaskhans. They are creatures of a large stature. They mostly use their time to care for their childs until them were old enough to start their own families. In rare cases though, some parents never get to see their children grow up that far.
Kanga how I call her, tragically lost her husband and child during a time of when sad circumstances came together for the tribe she lived in. In a stormy night when a thunder had hit into one of the trees and had started a fire, a lot of the male Kangaskhan had left to stop the fire from spreading, her husband also left help the others.
Their youngster awoke from the noises and panicked about his father to leave and couldn't stay inside his nest. While his mother worried along with the other families, the child secretly followed his father and the other Kangaskhan who left.
Since he was older than the other youngsters who all still slept in their mothers' belly pouches he was feeling like he could do what the adults could do already. With that mindset, he had left his nest to help his father and the others.
The flames had spreaded quickly. The adult Kangaskhans were trying their best to throw dirt and earth on top of the flames, crushed their heads against trees to tear them down and hopefully lead the fires away from the place where their families were awaiting their return.
The young Kangaskhan who couldn't make out everything too well as all the outcries of the elders the stormy weather and the noises of fire and wood bursting and splintering inside the woods. He ran further in, tried to avoid the fire and always tried to see in the shadows where his father might be.
Suddenly though, the unlucky child had maneuvered itself into what seemed like a deadend. The fires had closed it in from where it had slipped inside and in front of it there only were more flames.
The father still working together with his tribe members perched his ears as a squeaking outcry came from farther away behind walls of flames. He knew that voice and he didn't think twice before running right through the heat and smoke.
At the same time the Kangaskhan mother shockingly had found her son was missing and she also had run around on the search of her child and husband. The other families nearby couldn't stop her even that they were supposed to wait for the others to return.
The poor Kangashan boy who were backing away from the flames didn't stop crying after his parents. The way the flames had pushed him back to though, lead to a cliff. The Kangaskhans never moved that way since with their bodies it was, even if they'd manage to survive a fall from up there, impossible to ever get back up. It simply was a forbidden and dangerous place.
If nobody would help the child it would probably either fall down the cliff or burned by the fire. Crying and weeping, the poor Kangaskhan boy wished that he'd not be alone. With a shock the boy watched above him when with a creak the top of a tree was falling down towards him.
That was the moment when a large heavy figure had bent itself over him. It was the father who had come to get his child out of this situation. His body was severely injured by the burns and the tree that had hit him right in his back. But he was happy he had managed to save his child.
The boy cried seeing his father like that. The fire came closer still as from the other side of it, the voices of the other Kangaskhans could be heard. They would have liked to help their tribe member and his child but nobody was able to pass through the flames.
The father coughed heavily while the child was pressing against him. The fire was still coming closer. The only ways out would have been to get back through the flames or to wards the cliff. The father, numb in his senses at first tried to pass with his child back through the flames but that turned out to be futile. His burns simply were too strong when he had moved through them the first time.
As his power seemed to leave him more and more, him still holding onto his weeping child, he stepped further and further away from the fire, now close to the edge of the cliff. His last thoughts were him feeling sorry for that he couldn't manage to bring his child back to his wife.
The other Kangaskhans all were in devastated cries and shouts as inside the fires they saw the shape of their tribe member disappear. His body slipped away from the edge of the cliff. His arms were crossed around the youngster who had passed out in fear. Both him and his son fell deep down in the black of the night. They had disappeared.
After this the events and the night came to a close. The other Kangaskhans had managed it to lead the fire away from the tribe and eventually after several hours all that had remained of the fire was a black and grey mixture of broken and burned down woodland.
The eldest of the Kangaskhans had sent a few members of the tribe near the cliff but the news they could bring back only were tragic ones. As it seemed neither the child nor the father could be brought back alive.
Kanga was still paralised. Right when some of the Kangaskhan had stopped her in the night and the reality had hit her all she was able to do was crying out loud. Her family was gone and she was devastated. She simply didn't want to see anybody anymore.
After all that the Kangaskhan families could only notice how day by day the widow Kangaskhan seemed to more and more disconnect with the tribe. Not sure what to do with herself she lived in solitude a bit further away from the others. One of the larger hollow trees that had survived the fires was like a cave for her that she rarely left.
Some nice families at times brought her berries and wished her the best but she felt empty inside, lonely and depression befell her. One day though, she had noticed the area had been green and lively again. Nature sure was a wonder. After the days, weeks and months that she had just vegatated and not had eaten much, even her tree was blooming at its top again.
She couldn't say why but the view of the woods being so lively again together with words that her parents had shared with her always before they had passed away as well as the thoughts of her child and husband made her both smile and cry at the same time. She finally seemed to understand that in her heart they were still at her side not wanting her to give up on life like that.
As her tears finally came to a stop she looked up into the sky. Her thoughts weren't about how to continue from now on that much but she felt only like that she wanted to live for her family so one day when they might unite it would be a happy reunion. With that she devoted herself to make this place she went a nicer home with more life surrounding it.
Time passed and the childs of the tribe themselves already had hatchlings and families by now. Kanga had become old by now. At times she had come to the tribe and looking after the others. Each time though when she saw the children running around she somewhat felt sadness welling up in her again. She still felt some guilt for that her child never could be like the parents of those childs in the tribe, never advance further into adulthood and to meet his special one.
The old Kangaskhan woman had turned the area around her tree into a vital and lush green place with berries and herbs sprouting here and there. On one side from her home there was a nice view on a tree and some mountains in the distance. If you'd follow down the meadowy plains you'd get to the woods where tribe is living.
She had used her time in the past years to explore more of her woodlands surrounding the tribe. She had seen the steep mountain cliffs and waterfalls that circled around behind her tree and where they all lived for so long.
Something she once found was a smaller cave leading out of the woodlands though the gap never was large enough for any adult Kangaskhan to leave the area plus it only seemed like the woodlands would only continue from there. Plus the hard rocks never seemed like possible for anybody to dig through with just their claws so nobody really ever considered leaving.
On a sunny afternoon, Kanga was drinking water near that place. The water was rushing down by the small waterfall as she refreshed and washed herself some. Her thoughts not especially towards anything she just observed the water flowing, transporting leaves on its surface that had fallen down.
As she just took in the view she wondered if there'd be other tribes somewhere beyond that cliff side and waterfall, maybe even some beyond the mountains behind that.
Her thoughts were interrupted when all of a sudden she noticed something. Something drifted and shook on top of the water nearing her. All she could make out from its features it was something in a familiar shape, an oval object.
The egg that was lonely flowing with the water of the river made the surprised Kangaskhan charge forward. Her large body created waves in the water that was only reaching below her chest at the deepest point. As the egg was close Kanga quickly got a hold of it, gently returning with it back to the shore.
A bit exhausted from her actions, the old Kangaskhan sat down for a moment. Down in her paws rested the picked up egg. Where did it come from? Did its parents lose it? Those questions rang to Kanga's head as she only could come to the conclusion that the little egg must have been washed away with the river and survived the waterfall and everything else on its way here.
After pondering for a moment she decided to get home with the foundling of hers. The little egg probably needed warmth and care now. She just hoped the hatchling would be well after his or her journey. Kanga right away put the egg gently into her nest. As a mother she knew how to keep the egg warm. She covered it up in leaves and grass then nestled up at it. She knew she'd need more grass and leaves to keep the egg more warm even.
Not much thinking about what she was doing there the Kangaskhan woman used the following time to look after the egg. She ate more berries to be able to keep the egg more warm with her body. She basically flooded the tree with leaves making her nest larger and always listened. She had hold the egg towards the sunlight and had seen a baby was growing inside. It now all depended on if the baby would be taken care of well.
With that Kanga's mind was set and determined to rescue and keep the child that she had found there. She would have never forgiven herself if she didn't at least try to replace the egg's mother role now. With all her occupation in caring for the little thing a week passed.
It was another sunny spring day and Kanga already carried her egg with gentleness and love inside her pouch. She knew it wouldn't be too far away from now when the hatchling might come out of the egg's shell. The Kangaskhan had returned a few times toward the cliff with the waterfall while looking for leaves and maybe somebody looking for the egg. Nobody ever came.
As the Kangaskhan enjoyed the sun rays on her scales she suddenly got surprised by something. The egg had twitched again like a few times the past days but this time stronger. She brought out the egg and covered it inside her paws where the egg continued to shake. The old woman was very excited and her heart was pounding as the little egg seemed just seconds away from revealing the little baby inside.
Then it happened. A crack in the egg-shell appeared. Kanga was staring at it all silently then started encouraging it with a smile on her face hoping the little one would catch the strength to free him or herself with it.
Another crack appeared, then yet one after that. The eggshell fell over as it then burst into two halves. The little hatchling pushed the upper part up in a still weary movement. The process of hatching had taken out quite something out of the little new life.
Kanga watched the baby and the baby then watched back at here blinking nosily about all what was surrounding after the walls of the egg were gone now. The baby seemed not to be a Kangaskhan even though it also had features of a Reptile. In fascination and pride Kanga watched over her newborn or rather newhatched little one.
The baby wasn't looking like a Kangaskhan baby but had features of a Reptile. The hide was covered in turquoise and shiny scales, some features like a trio of little ridged dorsal plates and a little tail plate appeared in a deeper more marine blue. On the chest her little one sported a light tan V-shape and around the eyes were little black edges. Three toes on the feetpaws and five tiny fingers on the handpaws. The baby's eyes had a red tone that reminded Kanga of little berries.
She couldn't help herself anymore when the baby squeaked once. She nuzzled on the baby's head lovingly shedding a few tears from overwhelmth of the moment. Maybe it reminded her of the time back when she had her first hatchling or maybe she was just overjoyed to see the little one was well and on this world.
With that Kanga became the foster-mother of the child soon to be revealed a happy little boy. He simply got called 'little one' by Kanga since that was how she used to call her son as well. She was an old Kangaskhan so she simply taught him to call her his 'grandma'. The little one surely couldn't say that yet but it was how he used to call her later.
The little child grew up to a healthy one in this time. Eating his berries well with his just eight visible teeth and crawling around the tree amused. Kanga often kept her baby warm inside her pouch or carried him humming a lullaby as her baby was cuddling against her chest. She kept him safe and he was smiling at her just like she did at him; mother and child.
The news about the hatchling spreaded quickly in the tribe from the first time on somebody came to look after the old Kangaskhan woman and found her rocking the baby in her arms. The tribe's reception of those happenings were mixed. While some of the elder female members seemed happy for Kanga becoming mother once more the tribe leader himself didn't like the idea of her looking after that strange child that wasn't like them.
He visited Kanga and confronted her about that it would have been wrong and not of her concerns if people not belonging to their tribe would do with their eggs and hatchlings and that he decided that nobody from the outside may disturb the life of the group. Kanga was surprised and shocked but sent him away making clear that she'd raise this child with or without her tribe's support.
From that day on nobody of the members in the tribe ever tried to disrespect their leader's decisions and Kanga was mostly avoided by all people. Though she never minded it. She lived alone for such a long time by now and it was no difference for her if somebody was visiting her on her old days by now. More important was her family now. She had a little son to take care of and that would keep her happy and occupied for sure.
The seasons flew practically by. Soon, Kanga's little one started to make his first steps. He also first time said 'ma' to her which later became a 'ma-ma'. She never got tired of his lively personality, playing around with the leaves in their nest, sometimes making a mess when frolicking around the tree always nosy about his surroundings.
Kanga loved to see how with each day her shiny little son grew bigger even that he didn't seem to grow as fast as a Kangaskhan child. It probably had to do with the original species his kind belonged to. She didn't mind his small size though. For her he was her adorable little one she loved dearly and was happy to look after.
No matter how the seasons changed Kangaskhan Woods the old grandma Kanga and her little son always shared a wonderful time as the hatchling grew into a young kid and beyond. Together they had all sorts of smaller happy adventures together.
One time Kanga got pretty shocked when she saw him plunging himself into a nearby pond and diving underwater without problems. Afraid that he might drown She quickly stumbled inside the water right when her son reappeared seemingly very happy with his affinity to the element water.
That later turned out to be a fact when he found out that his tummy somehow was able to produce water which he could spit out from his snout just like if you'd use a garden hose. That's what he actually used his funny ability for to help his grandma. He often took strolls around the tree to spit water on the berry bushes to keep them all well and to ensure him and Kanga would always have something yummy to eat.
Kanga didn't like it too much when her little one was trying to go swimming secretly or leaving further away from their home. She mostly tried to keep his ideas away from it by spending as much time as possible with telling him stories and lecturing him about all the things that surrounded their home.
The little boy was eager to learn about everything with a healthy thirst to want to know what his grandma does. So Kanga explained him things like how plants and trees grow, how moss only grows into a specific direction, what shrooms and herbs are edible and about what plants and berries are good for him. From days at which the two harvested roots and vegetables to nights in which the little boy learned about the stars in the sky. It was all exciting for him to memorize.
Though one day he was out alone again. It had been more and more days at which the old Kangaskhan woman laid down for an afternoon nap since the daily things began to exhausting her more and more. Her son used that time always to explore more about the surroundings. Kanga surely told him about that he shouldn't near the tribe nor the cliffsides beyond since she wanted to keep him from problems but that didn't stop him from getting interested in the other families.
One time he ran into the adults and children waving happily at them but the parents only pulled away their young ones and avoided him. Another time he met the tribe's leader who scared him away and told him that strangers aren't welcome. The little one couldn't understand why they treated him like that.
That was the first time in his life when he confronted his grandma with a certain question: "Why do I look different than all the others?", which Kanga first tried to avoid to answer. After much insisting of her son though she told him the story of that she found him and that he's not a Kangaskhan like the others. To her surprise he smiled at her after she told him that. He said to her that all that matters for him is that grandma is his family.
The little boy couldn't help himself when getting around the tribe. He wanted to get to know more people yet. He wanted them to like him. Whenever he saw some other childs playing he neared them. A lot of them ran away. At times even they brought back their parents which scared him away again.
One time even a few of the adults came to their home stating that Kanga shall keep her strange child away from theirs which led to something at least the little one never saw before happening. His grandma got really furious and actually scared away the three Kangaskhans that got to their house to complain.
After she calmed down she gave her son a hug and told him that some people simply don't have good intentions and that he should better not try to befriend them again. They didn't change in years and that would probably not change even if he'd show himself. The little boy was still a bit upset about how loud his grandma had gotten beforehand around the other Kangaskhans and didn't want to listen to his grandma saying they couldn't become friends.
So it came that the little one kept trying to meet with other kids. There actually were a few boys who were interested in him. They weren't thinking of becoming friends with the little one though. Those Kangaskhan kids were already about the double as big is him and used that as an advantage.
At first acting friendly, two of them suddenly grabbed him while the biggest of them revealed that his father, the tribe's leader, told about them about him. They started to pushing the smaller boy around telling him things like that he'd look weird and that he'd be so tiny. They laughed as they made him trip and then went away.
Still confused by their doings the little one returned home quite sad but he didn't want to tell his grandma who asked him not to go near them so he just wiped away the tears in his eyes and smiled at her.
In the following weeks and months Kanga got more and more tired. Her age was showing and she wasn't able to do as much as in the past few years. Her son always did his best to support her with everything that he had learned. Often surprised her even with the things he found like beautiful flowers or stones he brought back from the riverbed.
Surprisingly disregarding what had happened to him, the little boy still insisted on meeting the other boys now and then. They amused themselves by at first apologizing for their behaviour but later then bullying and picking on him.
Kanga could see through his smiles that even as optimistic as her son was showing something was pressing on him. She asked him and he replied with a question on his own:" Am I weird, grandma?", he asked. Kanga wrapped her arms around her little one and assured him that he's perfectly fine the way he is.
On yet another of his visits the boy got pushed around by the mean children again. They made it an amusement for themselves to talk bad about him while pretending not to see him because he'd be so tiny. That made the little one feel rather miserable about himself again.
When his grandma saw him back home and he asked her if she'd think he'd be too small she just chuckled and told him that he'd get bigger with the time and that he's just perfect the way he is no matter what size.
The boy couldn't help thinking about his size though. It was the first time in his life that some of his worries manifested in a nightmare. He dreamed about his bullies, the Kangaskhan kids he met, all at least big as trees and hunting after him laughing evilly.
His grandma was quite worried seeing her son waking up with tears in his eyes and she quickly comforted him. After such moments he always was happy again and had hope for what his grandma said. That he'd be big someday as well with enough time.
A fateful time came when his grandma didn't feel too well. He looked concerned about her health and went to look for herbs that would make her feel better. That's when all of a sudden the children from the Kangaskhan tribe appeared. They joked around if he'd look for a cure against being so small and strange but he tried to not listen to them.
Then one of them actually smirked and told the little one something. He said that if he'd do them a favor they'd help him out with becoming like all the other Kangaskhan. They'd just have to meet in a cloudy dark night at a certain place.
The little boy wasn't sure about what to think of it at first. He asked if they'd mean it for real. The biggest of the boys swore it to be a special fruit that only appears when it's very dark and that it is said to make all things good for who ever eats from it.
That sentence and the poor boy's naive side were it that made him agree to their plan. He already could see himself bringing home that fruit to share it with his grandma. He could be as big as the other Kangaskhan, become friends with them and his grandma would feel much better and less exhausted again.
As he arrived home with his herbs the little boy treated his ill grandma just the way she always did for him whenever he catched a cold in the past. While Kanga soon fell asleep he was sitting there and hoping that there soon would be an evening at which he could meet the other boys again and go find that special fruit.
One day later already when Kanga had gone to sleep the weather really was becoming very bad. It seemed like a storm would come around soon. At such times his grandma usually told him to stay at home and close to her but the little boy had a plan set and so didn't hesitate to do what seemed best to help his grandma and himself.
The cheeky Kangaskhan boys also had managed to slip out of their nests and get to the place where they had planned to meet. It was a dark night-time. The clouds were covering the moon and stars. When they saw the turquoise little one they smirked at each other and then greeted him.
They led him further away from the tribe. There was an open plain with some trees. The boy wasn't sure if that was the right place to go since he never saw fruits on the trees when he ever went there on one of his trips. He remembered the big boy's words though which had stated that the dark fruit would only appear at such a dark night like this one.
As they neared the trees, the little boy could make out the appearance of the trees, all covered in leaves and vines at which sometimes grew some berries but not around that time lately and probably not a special one like the boys had told him.
Before the poor boy could ask the others about the trees all of a sudden he got grabbed and shoved towards the vines. The biggest boy then came at him quickly binding his arms as the other two Kangaskhans laughed at the smaller boy.
He tried to get free but he wasn't strong enough to fight back against the three bigger boys. Under cries and pleadings he got bound all around his tummy and chest area and then also even pulled up over a branch, all helpless.
The boys found it fun to punch and kick at the poor boy, picking on him for actually believing their story. The boy just was shedding tears and felt terrible. He only wanted to belong to them and be accepted just like his grandma did. He wanted back home and not there with those bullies who went even so far to trick and harm him again. And that all just because he was different.
As he wished them to stop all of a sudden a loud growling came from above. The wind was blowing louder at the group as the first thunders of a storm were appearing. The Kangaskhan boys were quite shocked as they looked at the sky flashing up and two of them quickly turned around wanting back home.
The oldest of them, the tribe leader's son who was the only one remaining wasn't sure what to do. He was also quite afraid of sticking around while the weather became worse every minute. For a moment it looked like he was about to set the little boy still dangling down from the tree branch free and show some mercy.
To the little boy's dismay though yet another rumbling thunder was enough to scare the big Kangaskhan boy enough so that he ran away as well leaving him alone. Trapped in the midst of the night with storm clouds raining down at the area the boy was struggling against his binds, shedding tears and crying after his grandma to get him out.
At the same time the first thunder had roared Kanga awoke from her sleep. She was shocked to not find her son in their nest anymore. She was looking at the sky and getting flashbacks of what had happened in the past. That was enough to set her old body in movement and running out into the night.
The wind was howling through Kangaskhan woods. The members of the tribe all were keeping close together at such times so they would keep warm and safe together. Just one Kangaskhan was stumbling out in the woods. Kanga shouted after her son as loud as possible often breaking out in coughing of exhaustion. She tried to find him near the waterfall, around the way downhill towards the tribe and after that even near the cliffs but to her despair he wasn't to be found at any of those places.
The little boy cried and cried in deep fear. The flashing lights of the storm, the darkness and howling wind made his helpless situation a worse nightmare than he ever had before. He just wished to wake up and be with his grandma again.
Then he heard Kanga's voice. His grandma was coming closer as he shouted back under tears. His grandma was finally there and helped him down hugging him for a moment. They needed to get back home and get into their nests to get warm again, she thought. Kanga put her son into her pouch and stumbled back while the thunders were still following them. The storm was scary to the old Kangaskhan woman as well but she ignored it since all that mattered now was getting her child home.
They both made it back finally. Exhausted from that hunt through the storm Kanga sank down into her nest. Her little one had passed out a while ago in her pouch already. While the wind still blew over Kangaskhan Woods the two of them fell into a deep sleep.
The next day the night and storm got exchanged by sun and blue sky again. The little boy awoke again and slid out of his grandma's pouch. His body still hurt from the treatment the bigger boys had given to him. His grandma though looked worse than him. What she did was a miracle given the state she had been in already. Not did she manage to get like everywhere around in that short time but also through that wild stormy night.
And that showed. Kanga was laying there looking pale and more ill than ever. She coughed heavily as her son cried telling her that he's sorry. His grandma though only petted him on the head and told him not to worry. She'd only have to sleep for now. The little boy told her the story of why he was there all alone while Kanga just nodded.
Then when he was finished telling her about how he wished he'd been a Kangaskhan like her and the others the only thing his grandma did was smiling. Smiling and asking him to smile as well. He was still crying but then he did share the smile with his grandma, nuzzling her snout lovingly while still feeling guilty.
Kanga then said as follows: "My little one. You always made me so happy with your smile. It's honest and beautiful. Since the day you hatched from your egg, so sweet and innocent, you've been like sunshine in my life. *cough* I never felt happy like that in years. You gave me so much, you and your always lovely smile. You know what makes us all the same, little one? *cough* We all have the ability to make each others' lives better by sharing a smile. So promise me never forget to smile and share a smile with everyone on everyday."
The little boy forced a smile while crying bitterly. His grandma also cried and smiled at him. Then she continued: "It might be that I'm not*cough* that long here anymore, little one. And I fear the tribe won't let you alone when I'm gone. So listen. There is a cave small enough for you to fit through. It's hidden by bushes that I planted years ago. The cave is *cough* like a gap for you to fit through and leave these woods. Go and search for a place to stay. I'm sure somewhere a home and family with people who will accept you awaits."
The little boy pleaded at his grandma's side. He didn't want to listen to all that. He wanted to stay with her, those wonderful years never to end and make her smile everyday. His tears never stopped running over his turquoise cheeks. He tried to assure her that she'd get better. He'd just have to get more herbs and berries. That was the moment when Kanga pulled him into a last hug.
"It's okay, my little one. You aren't alone. *cough* I'll always watch over you. I...I will be okay as well. I'll be with everybody who shared smiles with me when they were around and together *cough* we'll keep watching over you and wish you a happy life... My little one....I...love...you...."
And then Kanga was gone. Her voice and body came to a still. The little boy looked at her in disbelief still repeating calling out to her. He didn't want this all to happen. He wanted her to stay with him. He than ran and stumbled out of the tree leaving toward the tribe. He fell several times the places he knew all washed blurry by his tears.
And without any sense of time and space he stood in front of the tribe's leader who looked askance at him. The three Kangaskhan boys even were looking with some guilt now as they saw how terrible the little one looked. There he stood and all he could do is pleading them to help his grandma to wake up again. He even tried to force up a smile again while his waterfall of tears was flowing still.
Kanga's last few words turned out to be the truth as the tribe's leader only pointed away and told him to disappear. He was devastated and tried to get a hold of the big male Kangaskhan. crying louder wanting him to help his grandma but all that happened was that with a full strike of his paw he slapped the little one which send him flying a few feet away. There he whimpered and cried while the Kangaskhan turned around and with him the tribe. They simply ignored him and his despair as they showed nothing but unacceptance.
The poor boy then slowly stood up and walked back home. Slowly until the sun started setting again. His grandma was still there in her nest looking just like if she'd be in a deep sleep. For what seemed like hours, the little one looked at the sky only wondering if his grandma was watching from the stars like she once had told him when he was smaller. He was about 2 feet in size now. He had gown quite some since the time he was a little egg.
After a night in which he had problems to fall asleep but finally caught some rest the little one started walking around Kangaskhan woods. He came to the tree where the boys had trapped him and used his dull claws to cut off some vines. He also collected flowers like he used to do for his grandma. After a few hours of work the little one had put a blanket made of flowers, herbs and berries around the room of the tree where his grandma was resting. He didn't want to go without at least giving her all the things she loved so much.
In the end the little one planted a lot of vine seeds around the tree. If he was right and nobody of the tribe members would come around his home and grandma would all be embraced by the plants and flowers keeping everything beautiful for her. He wiped a tear away when he grabbed what looked like a net-like bag. He had used the vines to make it so he could carry some berries and herbs with it.
It wasn't difficult with Kanga's directions to find the hidden cave entrance. The little turquoise mon could see the small waterfall from here. That was the place where his grandma had found his egg; the place where his life had been rescued. The cave really wasn't large enough for a Kangaskhan to fit through though for him it was the exit out of his old life.
The boy took one last time to watch back, to say farewell to Kanga, his home and everything he knew. Whatever would lie in front of him he'd always keep his grandma's last wish alive and try his best to smile and make the people he might meet happy.
With that he stepped forward. Behind the cave all he found were trees, trees, and what seemed like an endless forest.
Up to this day you guys know that the little one later to known as Shiny, lil Totodude or Marc the turquoise Totodile kept his promise. He kept smiling, made friends who became like family to him and his life turned out to be wonderful and happy just like his grandma had wished for.
At some nights when he's sitting at his window seat of his attic room up above the treetops he still in his heart knows that from above there his grandma is watching him, the one who loved him, shared a happy time and so many other things with him and who lives further through him.
That is Shiny's grandma Kanga.
Story, Shiny and Kanga belong to ShinyTotodude
Art belongs to Unibat
Totodile and Kangaskhan belong to Nintendo/GameFreak/ThePokémonCompany
PS: You should fav the original artwork on Brittany's older account here
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She was indeed. I never got to know my grandpa nor my father she and my mother are like my parents and she was there for me since the day I was born. It has been a while since I thought of Shiny's bittersweet part of his backstory. I did it while pondering about the subject of loss.
And now after a few years in that my grandma wasn't as healthy as she used to be, had to take medicine and couldn't do anything on her own her heart couldn't take it anymore. I never wanted to think of it so I guess I couldn't write Shiny's story. Now where I am to try to accept it I wrote this story as a tribute to her. I hope she didn't have great pains when her heart stopped last night. Things haven't been good for her for a few days already. <:3
And now after a few years in that my grandma wasn't as healthy as she used to be, had to take medicine and couldn't do anything on her own her heart couldn't take it anymore. I never wanted to think of it so I guess I couldn't write Shiny's story. Now where I am to try to accept it I wrote this story as a tribute to her. I hope she didn't have great pains when her heart stopped last night. Things haven't been good for her for a few days already. <:3
I can relate, as I lost my Grandma, too....Poor Shiny Those bastards! He just wanted to help Kanga and they destroyed his chances of reviving her I hope they all get whatever Karma has in store for them!In fact, that may as well go for all of the Kangaskhans who were just a bunch of jackasses to the lil' Totodude! Especially their so-called tribe leader!
Seriously, Shiny deserved WAY better from the rest! *hugs Shiny* Come to think, I can also relate to his pains as I'm a victim of bullying, myself......A lot of people tormented me just because of my Autism T_T
Seriously, Shiny deserved WAY better from the rest! *hugs Shiny* Come to think, I can also relate to his pains as I'm a victim of bullying, myself......A lot of people tormented me just because of my Autism T_T
You got something wrong there. He didn't mean to survive her. She was already an elder person and catched an illness so he wanted to help to cure her. But as we know he got lucky later on and nowadays he has many friends who even celebrate his hatchday with him. =3
Uhh, my bad^^;......But even so, he did NOT deserve to be treated so badly by the rest of the tribe......I am glad that he was still able to make new friends <: ) *hugs the lil' Totodude again*
P.S. I really did lose my Grandma a few years ago, so yea......I can relate ;_;
P.S. I really did lose my Grandma a few years ago, so yea......I can relate ;_;
I wanted to reply earlier but I hope you don't mind it coming just now. Thanks definitely for your comment.
Yeah, it's sad and in a way I feel guilty for giving my beloved lil Totodile mascot this kind of backstory but I guess it was the way how me and him share an even deeper bond nowadays. We both lost our grandma and we feel happy about the family of friends that supports us nowadays. I will make sure that whatever stories will build Shiny's future, I'll always hold my hand above him to protect his smiles. =3
Also, even that your profile is disabled right now I hope you are still enjoying your days and wish you the best always. ^_^
Yeah, it's sad and in a way I feel guilty for giving my beloved lil Totodile mascot this kind of backstory but I guess it was the way how me and him share an even deeper bond nowadays. We both lost our grandma and we feel happy about the family of friends that supports us nowadays. I will make sure that whatever stories will build Shiny's future, I'll always hold my hand above him to protect his smiles. =3
Also, even that your profile is disabled right now I hope you are still enjoying your days and wish you the best always. ^_^
Yeah, it has been a while here as well by now and while I surely still do miss her I want to take an example of me lil Totodile mascot and just do my best to smile for my grandma and keep her memory alive. Whereever I go I'll know she will be with me.
Thank you once more for your share of condolence and friendliness. It's all appreciated, Nuffie. ^_^
Thank you once more for your share of condolence and friendliness. It's all appreciated, Nuffie. ^_^
Oh, my! I remember playing that game in the form of "Kirby's Ghost Trap". Always found that puzzle game quite difficult myself which is why I rather played stuff like regular Tetris or Puzzle League. Also liked a lot of other puzzklers like Dr. Mario or Mario & Yoshi, Yoshi's Cookie, Picross and such. =3
That music doesn't really match the picture this does. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLv.....mp;app=desktop
You don't think I do have my reasons why I used it? The character that musical piece belonged to always reminded me of my grandma. I surely enjoy the music from that game as well but like I said, it isn't always just the cover of a book but the story inside that counts. Just like the emotions. <:3
Yeah, it basically came into existence at the same day as my own grandmother's passing. Shiny's backstory was on my mind at the point for a while already as I knew that the health of my grandmother wouldn't stay stable for too much longer. The feel of losing somebody close to you is something nobody can escape from and to work with that emotional state was something that I felt was necessary for myself.
I was egoistical though. I to this day feel somewhat guilty of that I decided for Shiny to go through such bad times at a young age. That's why I decided that from then on, everything would turn out well for the lil guy. I'd personally always protect and assure his luck.
If you wonder how exactly part 2 of this may look like:
Shiny after long traversing through a state of loneliness ends up being surprised by something very unusual and out of his world. It has to do with how he ended up at Tripeaks and is a collection of occurences that will lead towards of what Shiny is now. I struggled with writing it down even though I have all on my mind for so long. I hope though that I can continue on this soon enough yet. ^_^'
I was egoistical though. I to this day feel somewhat guilty of that I decided for Shiny to go through such bad times at a young age. That's why I decided that from then on, everything would turn out well for the lil guy. I'd personally always protect and assure his luck.
If you wonder how exactly part 2 of this may look like:
Shiny after long traversing through a state of loneliness ends up being surprised by something very unusual and out of his world. It has to do with how he ended up at Tripeaks and is a collection of occurences that will lead towards of what Shiny is now. I struggled with writing it down even though I have all on my mind for so long. I hope though that I can continue on this soon enough yet. ^_^'
Ah, losing a pet is always hard for all. They also are pretty much part of the family after all. What helped me is taking the welling up emotions during my time of grief and using them to create something nice. You could look at photos and videos of your nephew's Dog together and keep the happy memories alive.
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