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Kur, a planet so much like our own. In the same spot, in the same solar system, with a similar history, but things are different. Evolution took on a different course, animals gained sentience, developed tools and eventually built civilisations. They still fought wars over greed, land, religion, but this isn’t about that. No, this is about something else. This is about an origin, the rise of the Supers, and it begins with one superheroine…. This is:

Whitescar: Origins

A feral rat-like creature scrambled a pile of garbage, as it tried to escape the lizard predators following right behind it. Both creatures were normally scavengers, common to landfills like the one on the outskirts of the city of Neolythia. The vermin was mostly rat-like, but with a longer body and a short tail, its fur a dark brown allowing it to blend in with its surroundings a bit more. The lizards were longer than the animal they chased, yet smaller than a feral house cat. Tiny, light orange scales covered their lithe bodies as their claws dug through the shifting, unstable pile, propelling them upwards.

The vermin knocked some garbage down, knocking one lizard off the pile. The snarling squeak that erupted from the lizard fell and faded as it slammed into the sticky, smelly mess beneath it. It barely had time to react as the garbage buried it, but the others didn’t bother, continuing the chase, knocking more down the pile as they snarled louder. The rat-like animal got to the top of the pile before leaping over to a hard, grimy surface, landing with a thud.

The hardness of whatever lay under the garage was slippery, the rat trying its best to keep a footing on it, its stubby paws grasping at anything. Its claws couldn’t find much as they scrapped against the metal like material of the object, letting out a series of terrifying squeaks as it dropped into a mini crevice between the metal container and the garbage built up around its sides, filling the small area with an almost overwhelming odour. But the garbage rat paused in its movements, hearing the predatory lizards pass overhead.

Its beady eyes remained fixated on the opening it had tumbled down, as its instincts told it to move backwards. Further away to avoid detection, the garbage rat’s back legs came into contact with something on the container. A part of the side slid up, revealing a small panel with a few buttons. The rat’s back legs pressed against a few of the buttons, as a slight beeping was heard, and for the first time in ages, ancient, yet advanced systems booted up.

A miniature screen flashed on, illuminating the small area, causing the rat to jump in fear. Unknown to what was happening, the rat was left with one last option as it dug down through the garbage in hopes of escape. Throwing up muck and rotten food, broken plastic, and other things, they hit the container as the rat dug down. Yet, the light still shone as symbols unlike anything that had been seen in the world flashed into existence, lines being replaced with other lines as ancient mechanisms started up. To anyone who could read the symbols, they would've made sense, and read:

-PLANETARY ATMOSPHERE BREATHABLE-

-GREATER LOCAL CONDITIONS IDEAL-

-INITIATING AWAKENING SEQUENCES. STASIS UNIT OPENING-

The hiss of decompressed air escaped as the top side of the container moved. Slowly but surely it slid away, the chilled air from within rising to meet the heat of the day, turning to vapour and disbursing before anyone could see it. The panel continued to slide backwards, pushing into the surrounding garbage. The faint hissing was replaced with a light beeping, before a clunk the panel stopped moving. All noise ceased as the container remained open, exposing its contents to the air.

A few minutes passed as nothing happened. A few of the lizards came back to investigate the strange thing in front of them. Its nose twitched as it crept closer towards the container. They heard nothing within, but there was a scent. It crept closer, its hisses calling for others to approach as the lizard stood up on its hind legs to look over into the container, getting a better vantage point than its fellow scavengers. It was quiet. Nothing appeared to be moving or within the metal container. That was until a hand reached out to grip the side, causing the lizards to scamper away.

Slender fingers covered in white fur grasped the side as the figure hidden inside stirred. A dazed groan escaped as another hand gripped the other side as the person pulled themselves up into a sitting position. A sheet-like object falling away to reveal the head of an anthro mare. White fur covered her head as it did her hands, her long dark blue hair cascading down her back as she reached up and rubbed her forehead. She paused, however, when she felt the golden horn that jutted from her head as she reached up and prodded it, a look of confusion spreading across her face as she opened her eyes. She blinked in the bright sun as her blue eyes adjusted to the sunlight for the first time in an unknown amount of time.

With a huff, the unicorn tried to ignore the stench of the dump around her as she pulled herself up out of the container. The white fur covered the rest of her body as she glanced around, blinking a bit more as she studied the piles of garbage around her, trying to get her bearings. Nothing covered her body as her uncovered breasts jiggled a little with each breath she took. There was not a bad size, average at the most being a C cup. Her body was slim, fit, not like someone who worked out like crazy, but someone that worked out just enough. Like she had at least some psychical training, even though she wasn’t sure about that.

A long flowing fox tail was blown lightly in the breeze as the nude unicorn-fox hybrid shivered a little. Just like with the rest of her body, the tail was mostly white, but the fur colour changed to a light blue just a bit above half way, before ending in a dark blue tip. Her legs rose, shaking a little as she planted a hoof outside of the container into the unstable pile of garbage bags. Her other hoof follows as the unicorn-fox stood up, glancing around as she saw nothing but the dump all around her. A thought crossed her mind as she voiced the question on her mind. “Where am I?” she asked out-loud.

Her brow furrowed in concern and confusion as she tried to remember why she was here. But her mind just kept bringing up nothing, no memory of how she got here. In fact, she wasn’t getting any memory at all since she woke up, just blank as the concern and confusion rose more and more. Her fox tail twitched nervously as she turned to the next logical thing that she should remember. But again there was nothing as her eyes widened, filled with panic as she glanced down at herself. She stared at her nude body, glancing behind her to see her tail before coming forward to look at her hands. Her breathing increased, becoming more rapid as her body went into overdrive, the feeling of nothingness overwhelming her as she spoke her next string of words.

“W...who am I?!” Her voice was laced with fear as she glanced around in panic. Eyes darting as the unicorn-fox tried to find anything that could answer her question. Other than the large container that she had climbed out of… nothing was around of what could tell her. Just stuff people had thrown away, rotten food, plastic, clothing, even some colourful books that she briefly glanced out. Her heart thumped against the inside of her chest as her breathing became quick and shallow.

The more rational side of her mind tried to calm her down. There should be people nearby, she hoped, and they could know who she was. But she wasn’t sure that anyone would know, as she tried to get her anxiety under control. Her breathing became less quick and more slow, returning to normal as she turned back towards the container that she climbed out of. The lid was closed as she wondered a bit about it, but she needed to focus on glancing around to find any clues. While the rational side was in control, that worry was still there on the edge of her mind as she scrambled onto the lid of the metal box.

Her inquisitive gaze first saw more piles that stretched out further from her spot, the smell becoming more powerful as she tried to not breathe it in. Her jumbled, confused mind grew even more muddied as she tried to make sense of all of this. Why was she in such a foul smelling place? Was she just thrown away? Her ears drooped as her tail went limp… what if she had done something, if only she could remember!

Hope, however, rose as she spotted the skyline of a city in the distance. And a thought raced through her mind, clearing some of the negative and depressing thoughts. ‘If those are buildings, that means people live there! And if people live there, someone might know who I am!’ she thought with a burst of joy that she might be closer to learning this mystery about herself.

The journey took longer than she would have hoped, especially because she was just going in what direction she saw the city. But as she glanced up, she could see the sky going from blue to red, the shadows of the trees lengthening as she shivered. Even with the fur, she could still feel the cool breeze shifting the leaves of the surrounding woods, letting her hair flow behind her as she continued to walk. Hunger clawing at her stomach as she paused again, glancing around the unicorn-fox, grabbed a handful of berries from a nearby bush. She took a quick examination of them. They were small, about the size of blueberries, but were more of a reddish-blue colour, making her wonder if they were deadly.

With a gulp, and calming herself a bit more down, she tossed one into her mouth. The flavour was odd, but sweet, making her figure they weren’t poisonous, or at least the effects didn’t hit her right away. Taking this as a sign, she continued to eat until the handful was gone. Once they were done, she set off once again, passing by a rundown cabin. She paused long enough to have a look in it. It was definitely run down and looked like it hadn’t been used in years. Pushing the door open, she bit back her breath as the hinges let out a loud creaking. She glanced around and saw a thick layer of dust covering everywhere. In the low light, she could make out another door, or perhaps a hallway.

Shaking her head, the female drew backwards as she examined the yard, seeing weeds and plants just overgrowing everywhere. Windows cracked and the extended roof over the porch was in disrepair. She was now certain this place had not been lived in for a very long time. Glancing towards a shed in even more disrepair, she quickly crossed the distance and peeked inside. The wood was rotten, with a dusty and mouldy smell hanging in the confined air. She almost gagged, taking a stumble back from it as she felt something press against her neck. Spinning around, the unicorn-fox saw a line of rope strung up between the cabin and a tree. Her gaze followed it to the tree as she glanced up and spotted something in the branches. Walking towards it, she noticed it was some kind of large cloth with a hole in the middle. She took a pause as she glanced down at her nude body and back up at the cloth. Something was telling her to use it until she can find something more suitable. With an outstretched hand, she removed the light blue, almost white, cloth. The smell hit her as she shook it, dislodging bugs, leaves, and twigs.

The cloth was free of the mess as best as she could get it off, but what the end results was good enough. Throwing it over her head, her horn poked through the hole, followed by her ears and then her head. Glancing down, she saw the cloth had indeed covered her body. A grimace crossed her face as she walked again, heading closer towards the city as she wandered and made a note to come back to this place. Maybe it was her home, but if that’s the case…. Why can’t she remember anything!? This frustrated her to no end. Shaking her head as her dark blue hair waved behind her, she continued.

Night had fallen by the time she had entered the suburbs of the city. Very little activity was on the streets. She spotted a few cars driving, either pulling up to houses or pulling out of the driveways. The buildings varied, small shopping malls littered here and there. Train stations, normally busy in the day, were inactive now as she paused and looked at one of them. With a shake of her head again, she continued towards skyscrapers. Along the way, she passed a few corporate buildings and schools, all spread out over this part of the city.

Her hooves clattered against the cement pavement as she ducked down an alleyway, this one being between two restaurants if the smell of cooked food could tell her anything. Her observations of the few out at this time made her doubts grow more and more. She saw those of different species, but no one like her. She would have figured that she had to run into at least one of her own kind. Her eyelids closed as she let out a sigh, her right hand coming up as she rubbed her face, the sigh turning into a frustrating groan. The emptiness and feeling of loneliness and hopelessness filled her, replacing the optimism she had recently felt. Sliding down the wall she had leaned against, she just stared off into the distance, her blue eyes glazing over as she tried to think of what to do now. Sure, it was only one day less than that, but she was almost certain to find someone who looked like her. Not being fully one species.

The minutes passed by, but it felt like hours to her as she wallowed in sadness, her mind flooded with the emotion. Her gaze eventually left the wall as she glanced down towards a puddle of still water, her own reflection looking back at her. With a grunt, she turned away before pushing herself back to her hooves. Hands on the wall behind her, she pushed off and stood up straight, her fox-like tail swishing behind her as she took note some of the fur felt mattered and grimy… she shouldn’t have sat on the ground, the thought crossed her mind as she walked again. The gnawing sense of hunger hit her once again. The berries were great for a snack but not good to use for a meal. The scent of cooked food once again hit her as she walked and glanced around.

She followed the smell, walking down the alleyway and turning right into another as she saw a door partially opened. The smell drifted from the interior of the building as she crept closer towards it. The spilled out, as she gently nudged the door opened and peered into the building, her blue gaze shifting around as she took notice of an oven or two, along with metal racks pushed up against the back of the wall, some having food still on them, bread and rolls if she was thinking right. The sight and the scent was starting to make her mouth water, as well as her stomach growling louder.

A sound diverted her attention to the sole occupant of this part of the shop, one she now assumed was a bakery, making her wonder how she could remember stuff like this, but nothing about her past. A frustrated groan slipped from her lips as she tried to shake those thoughts off, before looking up again and froze. The baker had turned around and was staring right at her. The unicorn-fox gulped nervously as she backed away, ducking out of sight. Her eyes were wide as she glanced up and down the alleyway, spotting a dumpster not too far down from her position. Her hooves clattered against the pavement as she hurried towards it and ducked out of sight.

Holding her breath, she waited and listened as the door creaked open wide, then footsteps falling against the step. She clamped her mouth shut, ears twitching as she waited. No further foot falls, no door closing, the person was still there. Had she done something wrong? She wanted some food, but what would happen if the baker told her to get out? The thoughts rushed through her mind. She didn’t hear the shoes lift and step down onto the ground. She glanced down at the poncho as she thought, would she even be able to talk to him?!

“Excuse me, miss? Why are you out here?”

With that, she froze, like a deer caught in a car’s headlights, before her gaze looked up and onto the face of a concerned-looking Pine Marten. He looked to be middle aged, possibly in his mid to late 40s, his brown fur having hints of grey. His brown eyes looked down at her, showing the concern his whole body was showing. His hair was short, well kept and combed back. The clothing he wore was worn and covered with some splatters of dough with an apron covering most of it. His right arm moved, outstretching in front of her as he extended his hand. “Come on, let’s get you inside” he said, his voice dropped to being soft to not scare her any further.

She didn’t protest as he gently took a hold of her hand and helped her to her hooves. Her gaze not leaving as she watched in confusion as he just smiled and led her into the back-door of the bakery. The warmth washed over her as she crossed the threshold, glancing around at the interior, the smell of the baked goods flooding into her nose as she took in a deep inhale. Mouth started to water as she heard a chuckle, as her attention was drawn back to the baker who just smiled at her.

“Now I am sure you're hungry. Come sit here and I will get you something,” he said. Helping her towards a chair, allowing her to sit down as he ducked back towards the front of the store. She sat there in silence, hearing the occasional clang coming from where the baker had gone too as she thought. Why was he helping her? From what she saw, most would just go about their day, though she guessed some would have helped her had she appeared walking on the street. She glanced up, hearing that the noise had stopped.

The Pine Marten had returned with two rolls before handing them to her. “Here you go. You can eat them. I was going to give them out later anyway,” he said, gesturing for her to eat. She kept her gaze on his face a bit longer, before lowering her head and taking a bite out of one of the rolls. The flavour of the roll just exploded in her mouth as she devoured it with haste. The first one didn’t last more than a few bites before she was onto the other. Teeth tearing through it, as she down the second one in no time.

The baker watched as the two bread rolls were eaten in no time. A slight chuckle rose from his mouth as he smirked slightly. “Well, I was right. You were hungry. Tell me when was the last time you ate?” he asked, pulling a chair up and sitting in front of her.

She froze upon hearing the question as she got nervous, her mind racing as she looked at her hands, then at her poncho covered body. Her tail shifted from side to side as the pine marten took notice, tilting his head a bit to see the dark blue tip of her fox-like tail. It puzzled him a bit, before he just nodded to himself in understanding before looking back up at her face. “Ah, I get it. You don’t have to worry. I don’t mind hybrids. I’m friends with a few myself. My name’s Clark Riccon. Pleasure to meet you, miss,” Clark said, his voice remaining soft as he watched his guest in front of him. He noted her blue hair and the tip of her tail, but brushed it off as possibly being dyed or something.

She sat there in silence, letting it all sink in as she wondered if she could speak or if she could. Would he be able to understand her at all? Clearing her throat a bit, her lips moved before she glanced at his face.

“Thank you for the food. I’ve only had what I think were berries from bushes outside of the city,” she replied, her voice coming out fine if accented. “I...I don’t know my name,” she added, as Clark’s brow furrowed slightly, before nodding a bit. She just watched, worried at the sight, before Clark leaned forward a bit more. “You don’t know your own name?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at this, while she just nodded her head in confirmation.

“Do you have a warm place to sleep?” he inquired, watching as the strange woman seemed to think it over. “I...I think so, '' she replied, getting a nod in response, before the Pine Marten smiled again. Silence dropping over the bakery, interrupted only by the tickling of a clock. Clark thought to himself, before looking back up at her. “Hey, I just had an idea. I often have a few things left over from the day, if you can’t find anything to eat for the next few days or so, you can come back and I would be more than happy to give them to you” he said, breaking the silence.

The unicorn-fox looked up in surprise, glancing up to look him directly in the eyes. “Why? Why would you want to do that?” She asked, her mind trying to grasp at straws and failing. The middle-aged baker just chuckled, reaching up as he gently petted the back of her hand. “Because it would be a shame to see someone as unique as you perish. Besides, helping out others in their time of need is the right thing to do,” he answered, still smiling at her.

She couldn’t understand why, but those words he spoke seemed to entrench themselves in her mind. Slowly, she nodded her head, being careful not to hurt him with her horn. “I think I understand what you mean. If it isn’t a bother to you, then I will try to come. If not, just for the food, at least to try and learn stuff,” she replied.

And so that’s how it went for the next few days. She’d go to the bakery at night before he closed up. Clark would give her some leftovers and the two would talk. She learned a fair bit from talking with the Pine Marten, like how the city and the country were both referred to as Neolythia, something that confused her a bit. Though she also learned that he had seen no one like her before, he pointed out the world was large and she shouldn’t give up.

Each of the visits was lifting her spirits up, the loneliness vanishing even for a little as she chatted with Clark. She even gave him a bit of a hand around the bakery to help him close up quicker each night. Not once did Clark say anything mean to her, always showing the same kindness that he had on that first night. Each night she left with a smile and food in her belly, as she thanked whoever listened to her for this.

It was the sixth day as she made her way towards the bakery again with a spring in her step and a smile on her face. She still wore the poncho, but at least it was more clean than when she found it. The place she slept those nights was at that abandoned cabin on the outskirts. She figured it wouldn’t matter if she just slept there. Shaking her head a bit, she walked down the alley and looked up towards the side door, seeing it open to let her know she could enter. The smile grew as she crossed through the doorway into the warm bakery.

But her good mood vanished as she froze in fear at what she saw in front of her. Two armed men, one a ferret and the other a cat, both clad in dark clothing with ski masks on their heads in an attempt to cover their identity. “Look, you better hand over the money, old man! Unless you want to get hurt!” The ferret growled out the demand, holding out a knife to the Pine Marten’s chest. The ferret was slim in build, like most of his kind, but looked like he could do some damage even without the knife. The cat was a bit more stocky and didn’t appear to be carrying any weapons, as he pinned Clark’s arms to his side. She quickly dove behind a counter nearby, holding her breath as she listened to what was going on. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to help.

“Look, I swear I don’t make that much!” The Pine Marten begged, fear in his eyes as he glanced down at the knife as it got dangerously close to his chest. “I think he’s lying, Al,” the cat replied, looking up at his partner with a toothy grin. “I think you might be right. Maybe he needs a bit more ‘persuasion'” Al replied, grinning a bit more. The knife moved up, the sharp edge of the cold blade pressing against the baker’s cheek. The unicorn-fox’s breathing quickened as she got to a kneeling position, trying to be as quiet as she could. But her hoof came down on the floor harder than she intended. All three became alert, with the two thieves looking towards the source of the noise. Clark’s eyes grew in fear as he put two and two together, figuring that the homeless woman had just walked into something deadly.

“Al, go check it out. I will keep this baker here,” the cat said, nodding his head towards the counter. “I’ve got ears, you know. I ain’t deaf!” Al shot back as he started towards the counter. The hidden unicorn-fox’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as her mind raced, fear flooding her body along with adrenaline. The sound of the ferret getting closer, as time seemed to slow itself down.

That was when something strange happened, almost as if something was kick started in her mind. A warmth seemed to travel through her body, racing down her right arm and started to collect at her hand. Her fingers felt as if they were on fire, as her eyes looked up to see the ferret standing there with a grin. “Hey Seth! Looks like a hybrid, a homeless one at that!” the ferret informed his friend, not taking her eyes off of the woman.

“A homeless hybrid, eh? What species, I am sure she would get a great price from some hybrid lover,” the cat replied. “Hmm, it seems Unicorn mixed with Fox. Huh, never seen that before,” Al said back, before reaching down the knife, switching hands as he went to grab her arm.

The warmth in her hand reached its peak as a blue aura sprung to life around it, startling both of them. Instincts told her what to do next as she moved her hand around slightly, fingers moving and twitching, before thrusting it forward as she said something in another language. The glowing blue energy shot out, hitting Al in the chest as the ferret felt his entire body froze. He couldn’t move a single muscle, his nerves feeling as if a tremendous shock suddenly went through them. Unable to stand on his feet much longer, the would-be thief collapsed, his eyes glazing over as darkness filled his vision.

“Al!” the cat shouted, letting go of Clark as he raced over towards his fallen partner in crime. The white furred woman didn’t waste time, instincts taking over again as she jumped out from behind the counter, the blue aura still billowing around her hand. Before the other one could make a move, the same word escaping her muzzle as once again her hand moved in that strange fashion, the blue aura building up and erupting up to hit the second thief in the chest. He too went rigid as the energy struck him and worked much as it did on the first thief, and just like his partner, the cat crumpled to the floor. Though both were still, they still breathed if slightly, showing they were still alive.

Clark stared wide eyed, looking from the two that tried to rob him and up to the unicorn-fox, who was staring at her hand in shock. Her eyes were wide as she gripped her wrist, the blue aura faded as if it had never been there. Her chest heaved as her breathing became quick and shallow. Fear and confusion erupted into her mind as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Her gaze left her hand as she glanced over to the Pine Marten and saw his own state. Seeing the shock, confusion and possibly fear in his face, she jumped to her hooves and ran out of the bakery, ignoring the man as he called out to her.

She didn’t stop running, not really caring if she was spotted or not as her legs carried her out of the city, into its outskirts, as she slid to a halt. Bent over, she took in long, deep breaths as she panted before looking down at her hand again. There was no blue aura. It felt normal as she brought it up to her face and studied it. Her mind turned to being puzzled as she wondered a bit, before glancing up and spotting the cabin that she had been sleeping in the last few days. It looked the same as those days, and yet she could feel something was different this time around.

Standing up straight, she walked forward, her legs sore and trembling slightly from the running she just did, but she still pushed on. Pushing the door open, she glanced around, seeing that the cabin looked the same from when she left this morning. Glancing towards a pile of magazines and other stuff she had collected that had been tossed out, her curiosity peaked as she walked over, shifting through the pile as she pulled up one that looked more colourful, with the pictures being drawn as she opened it.

Inside it, she saw pictures in panels as she glanced at each one. A story it seemed to tell of someone referred to as the Emerald Comet, and they seemed to have a strangeness about them. Superpowers, she discovered as she looked onward, before picking up another. This one seemed to be in another part of the story, but it was still the same. People dressed in colourful costumes as she continued to glance through the ones she had. She took note that they battled others in costumes. These seemed like the thieves she just encountered. She paused as she put the last one down, her mind racing as she looked down at her hands. These ‘Superheroes’ as the magazine called them most had powers, most were helpful and protecting the normal people. Most of them appeared kind and caring about the normal people.

‘Helping out others in their time of need is the right thing to do’ Clark’s words echoed in her mind, as she glanced down at the pile again. Her attention was soon drawn to a pile of clothing she had found that was tossed out in garbage bags. But her attention turned to the last thing that she somehow managed to get here, that container she had awakened up in. She decided now that was a good idea as she got up and walked towards it. A small part of her was telling to press one side of it, her hand trembling as she reached up and pressed lightly against the side. She almost jumped back as a compartment slid open as it revealed three things lying inside. A small blue book with yellow symbols on it, a small white container looking thing, with symbols on the side of it as well, and a device with a screen on it that looked like it was made to fit onto her forearm.

Picking each item up, she examined them before putting them back down. Her attention drew back to the clothes as she sorted through the pile. It took her an hour or so, but she had picked out something that would serve as her costume and put it on. Two dark blue boots to make it so she could sneak up on criminals without her hooves giving her away. A pair of brown chaps with the belt being used to hook up the spell book and the container, two brown bracers with yellow at the ends while she placed the arm bound device onto her right arm. A light blue leotard with a yellow slash going across the chest, almost scar-like. A dark blue cloak hung off from her shoulders as it flapped behind her, clasped together by a small button that was the same dark blue as the cloak, but with a white slash like a scar going through it and a yellow border. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail using a yellow tie, as she lifted and placed a blue superhero mask over her eyes, the mask a dark blue as well as lastly she picked up the brown cowboy hat with the dark blue running along the bottom of the dome. With a smile, she nodded and headed back off into the night.

She was going to be a Superhero, why else would she have these powers? But first she got to learn how to use them, as well as the random bits of tech she found with her. She was certain this was what she was meant to do, to help others. To save others, but how would she start it off, sides with what she did with Clark. She paused, wondering if he was alright, maybe she should check up before going on with her new mission.