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Monster. Evil. Abomination. Horror.
Words that have been used to describe me all my life. I was born one of two sons to the pack’s alpha, and I was hand selected to be his heir. He had desires to dominate and rule the entire valley we called home. He was cold and vicious in this goal, not giving a single damn about the innocents he’d have to subjugate in order to take control. Being his chosen, maybe that was why…
Monster, Evil
My own mother thought me nothing but a hell spawn. She hated me ever since I was born. Try as I may, nothing I did would ever change that opinion. No matter how many I helped, no matter how many I protected and saved, no matter how much damage I took for another, it never changed how she’d look at me. But like a stubborn fool I kept trying and trying until one day…
Worthless, Failure
She died. I failed to protect her, and she still looked at me as if I was a demon.
That was when I realized where I had gone wrong. She had wanted me to be a monster, to be evil to my very core. It made so much sense to me at the time…
Monster, Vile
So, a monster I became. Gleefully I embraced my new lot in life, leaving a trail of death and destruction in my wake. I led campaigns into neighboring territories for the sole purpose of killing the inhabitants. While my father was satisfied with what dominion he had, I pushed us to go farther, taking more and more. Those that didn’t submit were swiftly executed, their bodies used to make a statement.
Murderer, Killer
I became feared by all around me, even by those in my own pack, including my brother.
Hateful, Spiteful
My brother.
Envious, Pathetic
Mother doted on him. He was to be the good pup, and he embraced his little role… damn him. Well, it is the duty of the evil brother to make his good siblings life hell, and that’s certainly what I did. For a while, my life was good…
Empty, Hollow, Nothing!
Yeah… it was alright wasn’t it?
Heartless, Cruel!
But then everything started going wrong. A wandering houndoom and absol entered our territory, and without any difficulty they scattered us like leaves on the wind. The first defeat of many to come. My brother had fled from the pack, eventually finding himself in with the very ones who had bested me. Enraged by the defeat and Bane’s joining I pursued the group, and again I was defeated. It was in my desperate bid to take SOMETHING from my brother that I finally met my end, choking on my blood while impaled on a tree limb.
Failure, Failure!
But, still ever the stubborn fool I refused to just die. With a little outside help, I was resurrected into the winged and tentacled abomination I am now. My strength increased, I had thought victory would finally be mine to achieve. I would break those who had bested me, and choke the life out of my wretched brother.
Failure… failure… FAILURE FAILURE FAILURE!
It never changed though. I tried, again and again, and every single time I was bested and pushed back. I died, AGAIN! Only to be brought back just to be killed a third time! All my effort, all my trying, and I couldn’t even be the one thing she wanted me to be… all I am… is just a…
WORTHLESS FAILURE!
But even than I was still brought back, denied the peace of the grave to continue fighting, to continue failing, to continue dying. Again I returned to fighting those wretched heroes… though I had realized the futility of the act finally. I was nothing… less then nothing. I would never win. I couldn’t do right, and I couldn’t do wrong. I couldn’t do a single thing in my whole life but fail and…
Die
The final battle approached… and I of course had gone to meet my brother, that he may end my life yet again.
Die
I couldn’t even muster up my hate for him anymore… dying three times… always losing… I had grown tired of it all.
Die
And then… I made a decision… I ran. I fled from the battle, leaving my brother behind. I could never be what my mother wanted me to be, so what was the point in staying? Why die yet again? I was tired of it, all the fighting… the death…
I just wanted to get as far away from everything as possible. But in the end I hadn’t changed anything… I was attacked by a random group. I managed to win the fight, but I was horribly injured. I dragged myself forward for as far as my legs would take me. But eventually my strength gave out as I collapsed to the ground. My breath was labored, it felt like boulder was atop my body as my vision blurred.
Failure, Die
Nothing mattered. Not a single decision I made had turned out well for me. I just lay there and waited for what I had hoped would be my final death.
And then she wandered into my life.
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