• Published 14th Feb 2013
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A Lampent's Lament in Equestria - Iridescence T Wind



I was never the most well liked pokemon around town, being unable to talk more then your species name dosen't help explain that your here to collect souls to send them to a better place either. Did not know it would result in my death again thou

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Another Gear Falling into Place

"The world is made up for the most part of morons and natural tyrants, sure of themselves, strong in their own opinions, never doubting anything."
-Clarence Darrow

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[Another!] demanded Gold Fang, laying lazily on his throne made of the bones and fur of past prey. He had finished eating a deer and he was still hungry. He growled in pleasure as another of his brood dragged a deer to their mighty leader. It was a good day as all days were except for the snow-months. His mafia, or pride as ponies called it, had captured a small tribes worth of deer and with the royal talky-cat of his advice, they had invested in long term breeding and keeping of the deer to 'domesticate' them for resources. Frankly he didn't care for it but after all these results the talky-cat had invented for the mafia they were infinitely better off than before.

He smiled Idly to himself, it was good to be king. Though his luxurious haze was disrupted as he became aware of a dull repeating sound getting louder and louder. The sound of metal hitting stone, several of his thralls stopped in their various chores and looked down the hallway, something was coming. The thuds just got louder and the side wall to the main hall that was the cave 'palace' of the den collapsed in a explosion of rocks sending any nearby thralls and warriors alike everywhere in the process. When the dust settled he saw first claw the giant machine that dwarfed even that purple ponies tree-cave. It was a mecha in the shape of a dark ghostly being, hovering impossibly in the air with a dark radiance about the machine. It was as if something had taken the grim reapers of stories bottom half and expanded it to the size matching that of a dragon. It wasn't however the form but the eyes that struck cold fear into Gold Fang, however, but it was the eyes. Mechanical sure but the red light spoke of dark energies worthy of Tartarus. Though the head was wrong, it was covered in a very gothic look of smoke clouds as if it was on fire on the inside giving it a creepy hair-do.The effect was spoiled however by the giant red R that was in the middle of the machine-thing's chest and in the circle of the R was a small glasslike bubble showing the pilot...Meowth.

[You've outdone yourself Talky-cat.] Gold fang sneered in half amusement and half anger, [Another toy? Did you really have to destroy the cave walls to show me this instead of taking it around like normal?]

Meowth's voice was full of his own loathing for Gold Fang as he growled back, "Guess you're too stupid to get the memo. I am done working for you, instead I challenge you by the right of the Jungle. Strongest is king and the loser is dead."

Gold Fang now felt uneasy, he himself was a lion who could easily dwarf most of the usual trees in the forest. But this construction dwarfed him and was made of that pesky metal the whining cat had demanded in return of his services. But then again he was Gold Fang the mighty, slayer of three giant smoke lizards (albeit they were teenagers) and five packs of wood-dog-who-smell-bad. But any show of weakness and he would lose the packs respect. With a snide growl he agreed, [Come at me then you mangy runt.]

Internally Meowth smiled, His invention was complete, dark and ghost enchantments worked into the metal with the aid of Yamask, the teams prominent ghost pokemon, and a power supply already stocked up and easily replenished by Wheezing's fire attacks had proven useful in construction and maintaining the device. However one scratch from the hands coated by the teams poison type Pokémon would render even a Charizard dead within seven minutes. The design of the machine was a clever twist. Never had the greedy cat invented something for purely destructive purposes instead of capturing. Leading him to design a giant mechanical Darkrai. It was easy enough to mimic most of the actual nightmare Pokémon's attacks. Having once even built a nightmare machine out of nothing but spare radio parts and scrap metal, with the internal crew as well. This machine was the deadliest thing he had ever made.

As the king warily closed in on the machine, slowly working himself towards the rear of it in a clockwise pattern he pondered when it would move. Though he almost missed it as a dark purple cloud suddenly ejected from a single red spike that was one of many on where the neck would be surrounded. Agilely he dodged to the side and lunged at the machine striking claw against dark ghostly metal. As soon as the blow struck he knew something was wrong, he wasn't moving. His claw was turning purple, and the image of a golden mask flooded his mind. He felt deathly i'll as he heard a creepy monotonous voice whisper, [Curse.]

Gold Fang visibly paled but as nothing seemed to happen his confidence regrew and he struck again at the hard metal, [That all you got kitten? A word? Hahah-!]

That was when the king of lions was knocked five feet deep into a solid stone wall by the force generated by the giant black clawed hand like a cat swatting a fly. Fang felt his mouth open out of shock a small splatter of blood erupting from him as his lungs and ribcage was forced inward. His conscious gone momentarily as he fell and hit the ground before it returned and he opened his eyes between forced breathing and got up. It was gone, [What trickery is this? Did they run away.]

"Oh of course not you dolt." That was the challengers voice, sounding nowhere yet everywhere at the same time, "I can kill you at any time I please, no restraints for capturing other pathetic excuse for Pokémon or other safety limitations now. I am not capturing you but partaking in the ancient art of war."

[Fight me like a Lion you coward!] Gold Fang roared angrily at the voice attempting to pin point it.

"Want to know our secret you pathetic excuse for a leader? Before you die of the curse anyway."

[No, come out and fight me claw versus claw you fiend.] Gold fang retorted.

"Shame. Hm, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten..." The voice trailed off counting as several of the lion thralls looked spooked.

[Come on out you son of a mouse! Fight your own battles!"

"Nineteen, thirty two, forty seven."

[What's with the counting!?]

"Just counting how many will be still alive."

[What?]

"You said no to the secrets see, and I grow bored. So here's a taste of your own medicine for needless slaughter of creatures."

Gold Fang could only look in shock as one by one Lion thralls began to fall like stacks of bricks. His face paled further as the feeling of a giant ragged spike of pain began to take hold of him as if someone was driving a large railroad spike into his claw and towards his heart. He began to stagger and sway searching out for some clue to where the monstrosity had been, [Fine what is your secret?] It was a vague hope but maybe he could draw out the cursed thing once more and hit it when it's guard was down, sure enough it worked.

The giant monstrosity appeared before him, eerie music beginning to play from it as Meowth smiled, "Good to see you up for something spectacular. This is how we survive in our very nasty world. Hit it!

A song sung by seven very different yet similarly minded creatures including the cat began to sing to the song which was growing rather catchy in the irritating sense for Gold Fang.

[First you see us,

Now you don't.]

The mecha vanished as suddenly as it appeared not a second too soon as he lunged at it.

[Now you hear us,

Now you won't!]

The machine appeared again leaning down to him in a menacing fashion causing Gold Fang to back peddle to a stop as the metal being locked its gaze on him.

[It's our secret of survival,

in a very nasty world!

It vanished again as the music played a dark tune one would expect from an evil unicorn wizard falling down stairs made of piano keys as he fell and the music picked up again with him getting hit by several dark needles covered in smog and ghostly like mist.

[Now you feel us,

Now you can't!]

On the words can't the needles vanished again and he braced instinctively but opened his eyes after feeling nothing hitting him. He looked down only to find he was now shaved like some silly poodle. The pain in his head was spreading to his neck and shoulders, it was even harder to think straight now through the pain. His mind was In haze and he saw as the cat, alone and unmanned appeared before him. "Are we Real?" Meowth taunted as the Lion lunged and went through the illusion and collided into a wall, "Perhaps we aren't"

[It's our secret of survival,

in a very nasty world!]

The chorus repeated itself once more and Gold Fang groaned, his voice sounding funny from where his nose broke on the wall, [Is it really such a nasty world?]

[Yes it's a very nasty world.] Wheezing spat through a speaker of the machine.

[Nastier than you could ever dream of!] Was the rest of the team in a chorus of agreement.

[From up above!] Yamask appeared over Gold Fang taunting him with a cheerful yet creepy face of such repulsiveness one would think he had used the skill known as mean look and done a Gengar proud with it.

The ground rumbled and a plant like creature resembling a Venus flytrap with eyes, limbs and tentacles erupted out from underneath Gold Fang surprising him and causing him to leap back, [From down beneath!] shouted Carnivine.

[Eyes and Jaws] whispered Arbok into his ear from behind causing the now completely terrified Lion to jump high enough to reach the ceiling and stick his claws in it like a extremely shocked cat.

"Claws and Teeth." Meowth added from the illusion Fang had run into inspecting his own claws cheerfully.

All vanished as the once proud and mighty leader tried to make a run for it and the song progressed on. The pain was almost to the heart now, but the exit was insight. When suddenly he was backhanded by a giant black claw again.

[Ready to attack you,

You're a snack...

You better run!]

The lion hit the ground back first dazed and the voices continued on. His heart was beating erratically from the pain, adrenaline, fear, and terror that was going through him. Meowth taunted, "You shouldn't go to my world if you haven't got a move!"

Gold Fang didn't care anymore, he was too terrified to move and the laughing started, a demoralizing tactic against the already defeated leader but then again Meowth was aiming to maim psychologically before deciding what to do.

[Every creature for survival,

Has to look out for their team.]

No more friends here,

No more grannie's here,

To look out for your health.

If your in our world,

Every child could,

Tell you got no business,

To be THERE!

Gold Fang was swept off his back by the giant claw grabbing him his life was coming to a close rapidly but it wouldn't be one to be collected by a shade or Soul, but by something more evil.

[Now you see us,

Now you don't.

Now you hear us,

Now you won't!]

Gold Fang whimpered for mercy as the machine squeezed and the cocky lion felt the pain beginning to drain into his heart, the pain elsewhere collecting on it and increasing exponentially.

"It's our secret to survival, in a very nasty world." Meowth sang by himself softly as if to a newborn babe.

The effect was horrifying on what remained of the broken lion, who whispered bleakly, "Now I feel you... Now I can't...?"

"Are we real?" Meowth asked

"Perhaps we aren't..." The lion whispered quietly the movements of his chest slowing down as he crossed death's door.

[It's our secret to survival.] Arbok sang quietly.

[It's our secret to survival...] Joined Yamask glumly.

"It's our secret to survival in a very nasty world." Meowth finished.

"Wobbuffet!" shouted their blue companion unnecessarily overly cheerful as usual to the point of being obnoxious.

[Wob's you just killed the mood.] Arbok retorted.

"Let him do as he pleases. First we have a mess to clean up, troops to prepare, then it will be time to take care of that pesky Lamp, his friends, and then plot world domination. Arbok and Wheezing with me the rest of you can get everything sorted out."

Not a single Lion resisted them as they passed, the machine now piloted by Yamask working on cleaning up with the other sub pilots still inside. None spoke or moved, whether it was out of fear or respect they didn't know. Their resident pair of dragons looked very uneasy after such a display of power and Wheezing couldn't help but scare it with a simple "Boo" and earning himself a smack upside the heads as Arbok reprimanded his best friend for making a giant menacing swamp dragon pee himself in fear.

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Zecora shifted her stance looking up as birds fled in every direction away from a hill deep in the Everfree Forest. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted several of the more docile animals running in fear and even a Bear running for it's life. She couldn't help but talk to herself, "Something of great change has been made, but what is there that yet remains to be sayed." Without another word, she took the wisdom of many who have ventured the Everfree before and found something potentially dangerous had done before her, she ran for home and locked the door to her hut behind her.

Author's Note:

to clarify some things Gold fang when he refrenced "three giant smoke lizards" he means dragons. and "Wood-dog-who-smells-bad" means Timber Wolves.