# Dark Growlithe - Chapter 15 Author: Rakuen Growlithe Tags: Clean, Eevee, Growlithe, No-Yiff, Non-Anthro, Pokemon #16 of Dark Growlithe Continuation of Dark Growlithe **Chapter**** 15** Bandit's murder of Dawn had severely shocked everyone and, obviously, postponed the Evolution Exam until Dawn's funeral, which was occurring now. Steam led the procession of mourners through a series of tunnels that had to be unsealed before pokémon could pass through. Dawn's body was wrapped in vegetation and carried next to her mother by two flareon. Eventually, the passage they followed opened up into a breathtaking cavern made almost entirely of green crystal, and dimly lit from light shining up from the floor. Dark Growlithe stepped silently while gazing around at the beautiful rock formations that surrounded him. He looked at his feet, curious as to why the light came from beneath him and realised he was standing above a massive underwater lake with light filtering through to its depths from the surface. Steam stopped in front of a large hole in the floor and waited for everyone to find a place to settle around. From inside the hole a constant deep roar emanated and could be felt as a vibration if you came closer to the edge of the hole. "We are here under one of the saddest circumstances I have ever known," began Steam, "A pokémon who was once part of my pack killed one of our allies. He cannot be forgiven, but in your anger do not forget his innocent victim whose life he so callously stole. This gathering was meant to bring joy and reaffirm our ties of friendship, not cause heartache and pain. We are here to honour the memory of Dawn and release her body back to the spirits so that she may know greater happiness in death than in life." Steam then nodded to Firedancer and, looking through eyes that were blurred from tears, she pushed the enshrouded body of her daughter into the hole. Dawn's body dropped through the hole and into the middle of a gigantic whirlpool and was taken by the water to an unknown destination only ever reached by the dead. Back on the surface everyone was silent; their heads bowed in remembrance, only the occasional sniff or sob breaking the stillness.After all the pokémon had left the burial cavern it was once again sealed. \*\*\*\*\* "She was so young when she died," commented Cream sadly. "And she died away from home, violently." "Hopefully she had had a good time before Bandit got to her," replied Dark Growlithe as they walked to the shade of a tree to rest. "And she also went through the whirlpool. I hope if I ever die I can go through." "Was it a whirlpool down there? I didn't get close enough to see." "It's a huge whirlpool that spins continuously. It probably doesn't do anything but there is a legend that the whirlpool is the easiest way for your spirit to get to heaven and if your body is offered to the whirlpool it leaves a trail for your spirit to follow." "I've never heard that story or anything similar before." "Nothing similar?" asked Cream, "What did you believe happened to your spirit?" "I'd never thought about it. I suppose I would have just assumed you'd lose your memories and become a ghost pokémon." "There aren't that many ghosts," disagreed Cream, "I say when you die I'll make sure you are given to the whirlpool, that way you'll be happy after you die." "Thank you, it means a lot to me." "I know. I have to make sure you're happy. I love you," affirmed Cream, kissing Dark Growlithe's muzzle, "And you'll do the same for me when I die?" "Of course I will. I promise." \*\*\*\*\* It was midday and Dark Growlithe, Cream and Kitten were taking a walk through the forest. Entirely by coincidence, they were travelling along the same path Bandit had travelled when he went out on his excursions to exercise his malice. "That was a good meal, hey?" commented Kitten contentedly, referring to the rare staryu the three had shared. "I was worried it would hide under the water," admitted Dark Growlithe, "None of us would have been able to get it then." "It was worth it," said Cream, "I've only had staryu twice." "It was my first time," stated Dark Growlithe. "Actually, I'd never eaten a water pokémon until I came to this pack." "Now it's almost all you get," remarked Kitten. "It's also the first time for a lot of the other packs' eevee" stated Cream, "I saw some of them looking at it as if it was poisonous." "You could have had some fun with them," declared Kitten with a grin, "Next time tell them that unless they eat a pawful of bitter berries before and after the meal a poison in the fish will make them extremely sick." Cream laughed and Dark Growlithe also grinned even though he didn't think it was the nicest thing to do. "What if someone found out," he asked, "You'll get into trouble for deceiving them like that." "It would be worth it though," decided Kitten, "Just imagine their faces." "I accidentally ate a bitter berry when I was little," remembered Cream, "It took all day for the taste to leave my mouth." "I remember that," laughed Kitten, "You were crying to your mom and saying your tongue was dissolving and you were going to die." "I didn't say that!" protested Cream. "Look out for the ghost of Cream!" cried Dark Growlithe, pretending to be scared and jumping behind a tree. "I'm not a ghost!" protested Cream, "I'm perfectly alive!" "Unlike our chicks!" shouted a voice from above. The three pokémon looked up and were startled to see a flock of pidgey and pidgeotto glaring down angrily at them. "More murderous eevee," sneered a pidgeotto. "Let's kill them!" Cream, Kitten and Dark Growlithe bunched closer as the other birds appeared to agree and were twittering discontentedly to each other. "We're not murderous eevee," disagreed Kitten. "What are you talking about?" "Don't talk down to us!" snapped a pidgey, "Are you looking for your killer friend? We can understand you catching one of us for food now and then but now you're killing us for sport! Well we're sick of it!" "Yeah! It's time we drove you cruel eevee out of the forest! For good!" "It's time we killed you! See how your pack likes it!" "It's not us!" protested Dark Growlithe, "You're probably talking about Bandit!" "You think he killed them for no reason?" asked Cream, looking at her boyfriend in shock. "It's possible," he answered, then turned back to the flock of bird pokémon, "Was it a small eevee with a darker coat? He also had an insolent attitude." "We don't know what his personality was like! He picked us off one by one and then fled before we could get our retribution." "If it's Bandit he's been kicked out of the pack," stated Dark Growlithe nervously. "Why?" demanded a pidgeotto, "You jealous?" "We didn't know about this!" protested Cream, hurt by the accusations that she and her pack were cold killers. "He killed one of our own," snarled Kitten bitterly. "And he escaped from me," said Dark Growlithe, his head falling a little from shame, "We don't know where he is." "Did you burn him?" asked a pidgey behind them. "No," answered Dark Growlithe, "But he was burned. By a flareon." "I saw an eevee heading away from here. He was bleeding from a few wounds and was badly burned on one side." "That's him!" exclaimed Dark Growlithe. "Where is he!" demanded Kitten. "Why didn't you tell us earlier?" asked the first pidgeotto, "We could have killed him then." "I'd never seen him," replied the pidgey, "How was I supposed to know he was the killer? He'll be too far away by now for you land pokémon to catch him. We'll pursue him from the air." The rest of the flock agreed and the majority of them took off, led by the pidgey who'd seen Bandit's escape. "Can we go now?" asked Cream tentatively. "I guess," muttered a pidgey, all the pidgeotto had left to hunt down Bandit. Thankful, Cream, Kitten and Dark Growlithe filed away as quickly as they could without looking like they were hurrying. \*\*\*\*\* "So Bandit was so messed up that he even went killing the other pokémon in the forest," observed Kitten. "Damn it!" barked Dark Growlithe, "I should have told Steam about that night." "What night?" "After our first date we saw Bandit," answered Cream. "He washed himself in the river but I still smelt some blood." "But that was a few weeks ago!" "I wonder how many pokémon he killed just because he felt like it?" wondered Cream sadly. "At least he's gone now," declared Kitten, "He can't do anything more around here and that flock of birds will finish him off." The three lay together in silence for a while as the setting sun gradually sank and ceased to shine its light. "I remember a story I was told as a cub," said Cream, "about a pidgey that died and was reborn. Do you two know it?" "That was the one with mew sending a message, right?" asked Kitten. Cream nodded. "I've never heard it," said Dark Growlithe, "I hardly ever heard stories in my old pack." "Then I'll tell you," said Cream happily. > _A __long__ time __ago__ when __Mew__ was __still__ actively __involved__ in __the__ affairs __of__ other __pokémon__ he __knew__ of_ _a __war__ about __to__ begin __far__ away __from__ where __he__ was __between__ grass __and__ fire __pokémon.__ It __was__ obvious __the__ fire __pokémon__ would __win__ and __that__ all __the__ grass __pokémon__ would __die__ but __he__ loved __all__ the __pokémon__ and __didn_'_t__ want __any__ of __them__ to __die__ in __an__ unnecessary __war.__ He __planned__ to __use__ his __incredible__ psychic __powers__ to __split__ the __earth__ where __the__ war __was__ to __take__ place __and__ separate __the__ two __combatants.__ The __only__ problem __was__ that __he__ was __busy__ negotiating __another__ peace __treaty__ far __away__ and __would__ be __unable__ to __get__ there __before__ the __fight__ broke __out,__ so __he__ went __to_ _a__ flock __of__ pidgey, __much__ like __the__ one __we__ saw __today__ and __told__ them __of__ his __problem__ and __asked__ them __to__ take __a__ message __to__ the __fire__ and __grass__ pokémon._ > > >  _Shockingly, __none__ of __the__ pidgey __were__ prepared __to__ undertake __the__ dangerous __task__ for __Mew__ except __for__ the __smallest__ and __weakest__ one. __So__ Mew __gave__ it __his__ message __and__ sent __it__ on __before__ him __to__ keep __the__ peace __until__ he __got__ there. __Pidgey__ flew __as__ hard __as__ he __could__ until __he__ reached __the__ grass __pokémon__ and __told__ them __the__ message. __They__ agreed __to__ wait __until__ Mew __arrived__ to __sort__ out __their__ problems __and,__ satisfied, __Pidgey__ flew __on__ to __the__ fire __pokémon.__ They __were__ not __as__ friendly __and__ refused __to__ wait; __they__ wanted __blood.__ Pidgey __tried__ his __best__ to __convince__ them __but__ they __still__ refused __and__ grew __tired__ of __his__ constant __irritations__ and __the__ leader __of__ the __fire__ pokémon __burned__ Pidgey __to__ death._ > > _When __Mew__ arrived __shortly__ afterwards and __learned__ of __Pidgey_'_s__ fate __he__ grew __angry__ at __the__ fire __pokémon__ and __after__ separating __the__ two __groups__ of __pokémon__ went __to__ Pidgey_'_s __ashes__ and __used__ his __powers__ to __revive__ Pidgey. __But__ Pidgey __wasn_'_t__ just __reborn,__ when __he__ rose __again__ he __rose__ with __feathers__ of __flame__ and __far__ more __power__ than __before,__ he __became__ Moltress __and__ Mew __gave__ him __the__ power __to__ rule __over__ the __fire__ pokémon __that__ had __ignored__ him._ "That's the story I was told of how Moltress came into being," finished Cream. "It's a nice story," commented Dark Growlithe, "Pidgey becoming Moltress. I hope the pokémon Bandit killed have an afterlife like that." The two eevee agreed and the three gradually fell asleep. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/bebjpdeA Part of the series Dark Growlithe Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/514780-dark-growlithe-chapter-14.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/515790-dark-growlithe-chapter-16.md