Traversing through nothing but the white abyss, the creature had much time to think. Where was he? Who is he? How did he get here? Many thoughts drifted across his mind, absent of understanding as he looked left and right, hoping to find an end to this white purgatory. Surely, there was a darkness slowly closing around the rather thin end of this nothingness as he stumbled to it. Clutching at nothing, the creature felt something hard and smooth around his paws. Bringing whatever he had grabbed close to him, the sight of a M1A1 Carbine rifle is what he was greeted by, the authentic wooden design already topping it's sleek physique. Holding the weapon with both paws, the creature got a feel for the semi automatic rifle as he kept walking through the nothingness, heading for the darkness at the end of the white abyss. Further, what seemed like hours, dragged on by, no sound exept his own breathing and footsteps. Looking around, he wondered what would happen next, when all of the sudden, his vision went black. No words, no explanation, just sheer blackness. The ethereal silence enveloped his mind, the blackness all around. Then, a rush of memories swirled around him in the appearance of small white bubbles. He saw when he was first born, to when he first got his wounds. All flashed before him before dropping him off on a field of nothing but death, the groans and moans of undead all that he could hear. He got up, then it all disappeared, a trail of what seemed like a pathway lay ahead, his rifle at his feet. The creature wrapped his black paws around it, looking at a puddle that law below. The reflection of a white and black lucario stared back at him with curious midnight eyes, making him tempted to see what remains. Picking up his rifle, the lucario stumbled forward, hearing a clattering behind him. Stooping down, he scooped up dog tags that had his name on it. It read, A U R A", on it, and that, without a doubt, was his name. Sighing, longing for another face to actually know he wasn't crazy, he kept onward, for the journey ahead was far from over as the white lucario slowly ascended the steps that lay ahead in shadowed mystery.....
Category Music / Fantasy
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Ah yes, my finalized project. Well people, you now know what to expect. The fabled White Lucario of the Spectre Ops division during WW2, an unknown division that was hidden from the leaders. Part of the Allied assault, they specialized in offscreen takedowns of major threats that made the vital push of the assault possible. But what happened to this Spectre Rifleman of the 115th Platoon? Nobody knows. The journey of the Aura Marksman begins here....
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