This is a small flashback before the main plot. Won’t elaborate on what occurred here just yet (will be mentioned in a later part), but let’s just say Lumiose had a, well, interesting crime rate for a while.
May I present! The first Part of my Series of "Changeling/Mimic Sky Kid Creature" differentiated by the realms they live in!
More detailed post about the Lore and Idea itself
First one on the list:
ISLE OF DAWN
More extended dive into their lore below the cut :D
Due to the Isle of Dawn literally containing almost nothing but sand and a few rocks (minus the extra regions, I am only gonna consider the main ones for this idea) I gave the Sky critters of this realm mole focused features.
They live underground in an extended tunnel system, which are roughly divided into multiple sections belonging to smaller groups of 3-5 kids per section. Their eyes are basically non existent, therefore the kids themself are blind and rely on their hearing and the feeling of vibrations for orientation.
Concluding from this you will see them stumbling around like a new born if they do walk above ground, which in the end does not pull too much attention to them due to the realm being known as the first region for new born moths to explore.
Caused to their lifestyle underground, Mole-Kids are usually smaller than the standard Sky-Kid, which could be suspicious for any older Sky-Kid, knowing that such a Chibi-Size in a moth state is a rare, if not even an impossible sight.
Instead of fingers they have long, sturdy claws on each hand, which they use exclusively for digging their tunnels and caves. Because of them, their hands, when put in disguising gloves, show a distinct pointy tip and are wider than the normal Sky Kids hand. On their feet they have 2 big claws, which show in a similar way than their hand camouflage.
Because any kind of clothing is pretty hindering when digging thru sand and earth, the mole-kids are never seen with a cape and only wear the classy moth fit, which they scavengered from Sky kids that never ventured further than the Isle of Dawn. It is rare for any butterflies or vets to pass thru the realm which additionally limits them in their selection of clothing or masks in general.
Their diet mostly consists of salamanders or other small critters living in the dunes of the realm and occasionally a few of the butterflies that are swarming around between the bigger rocks.
Compared to the other Sky-Creatures, the Mole-Kids are very harmless. Even if their teeth are looking quite scary, with their four pronounced canine teeth, they are easy to evade from. They are very curious nonetheless and sometimes dare to come closer to new moth to take them by the hand and walk with them for a while, being happy to not run into any rocks and just enjoy running around with someone taking the lead who can see.
Signs to distinguish a Mole-Kid from a Sky-Kid:
no cape
wide and pointy hand and feet
walking around like a toddler taking their first step
Flare walked into the new Au his face covered by his bandanna, he gets hit by a sudden gush of cold wind. His flames moving rapidly, his eyelights scan the Au for any sign of life.
Flare sees two figures up ahead, one was short and one was tall. ‘Must be the Papyrus and Sans in this Au..’ he thought as he got closer making sure he’s hidden. But to his surprise they were both sans’s and looked completely different.
One popped out more with error signs and weird X’s on his skull and strings form his eye sockets. The other was all white and soft gray and gray blue, a crack going down his left eye socket and skull.
The one in gray turned his head and smiles widely but sweat went down his skull, this confused Flare. ‘I know Sans’s smile, but why is his looking forced and he’s sweating bad-‘ Flare frowns his eye sockets.
The gray one urges the taller skeleton to leave, the taller one looks confused but shrugs it off and teleports away. Flare tumbles to the Ground gripping a sharp bone in his hand as the Gray sans appears infront of him.
“Who are you?” His voice was husky and dry, he had a happy smile on his face as his face sweats. Flare keeps his distance, “Flare..” he replied. “Flare? That’s cool! I’m Schizo!” Now he starts to tear up and frown, this really confused Flare he tilt his head to the side. “Uhm-..” Flare started, Schizo blinks but then realizes he was crying “O-oh! Sorry! I- I show opposite emotions and actions due to my.. ‘Disorder’..” Flare sighed. Schizo reminded Flare of Anxiety, “Mm.. I- Uhm- got to go..” Flare got up dusting himself off. Schizo smile brightly again but more tears fall, “Bye Flare!”
Flare waved a little as he jumps into a portal. “What the..”
If he was pressed with the question, Maytrix wouldn’t be able to tell just when he and Ryson had changed from being just friends and roommates to more. It was a gradual shift that was so seamless that no one who knew them was even surprised by it. They began as friends simply living together because it was convenient, because they loved learning about one another’s culture and wanted to know each other better and also because neither of them was happy living alone anymore.
They had started in different bedrooms until a week full of thunderstorms had started, driving Ryson into Maytrix’s bedroom for comfort and the two got so used to it that it only felt right when Ryson continued to follow him to his room for the night or Maytrix would come in from his workshop and find the Amarathian already curled up on ‘their’ side of the bed.
The casual hugs shifted a bit at a time to snuggles and grooming. There was even a brief time when Ryson had been jealous of the amount of time Maytrix spent with his biosuits and the Fuzzle had to prod for an answer as to why the plant person was so pouty when he went to work.
But they both knew that they were a couple now, everyone else knew it too so there were no shocked looks when Ryson introduced Maytrix as their partner. Maytrix’s family was a bit surprised, but that was more because he wasn’t coming home than because he was settling down with the Amarathian.
The crunch of the wood around awoke her. Her perspective shifted rapidly from one of melancholy faux-death to the harsh reality of wasteland dust. A Brotherhood soldier was crunching through the debris outside the door, and he was calmly intimidating her human squatting mates into leaving. Of course, she would not be afforded the same rights, as a mutant, and so she quietly crept up the broken stairs to the balcony’s fire escape, and crept down. As she left, she noticed the soldier’s empty Buggy, and wondered if there was a key in it. Further, she wondered if she could get away with stealing it...
