Opposite OC Event: Two Sides of a Story

I thank all who are reading this and looking at the pictures. This took me awhile to do all the pictures and there are many errors and I do apologize. For the Opposite OC event I knew what I wanted to do to represent the opposite of Auroranova the Star Horn, Es’Tan’Achin. The opposite of myself isn’t myself but what I have come to know as a socialite. The opposite of an Empath is a Narcissist. The opposite of someone who is mystical/Spiritual is someone who doesn’t believe in that kind of thing. The opposite of someone real is someone very fake. The opposite of someone who does things outside the norm is someone who is very popular.

I would like to introduce Pamella the Wolf. Canines are the most popular in the Furry community and currently the Wolf is every definition of “Being the Top”. Though I disagree with this because I’m different…I would say the Wolf fits for Pamella even though she isn’t really a wolf. Pamella’s creation is reminiscent of all who have bullied me since pre-school and daycare days. Her firey-blonde fur is due to one particular bully who, back in high school, used to be my friend. Then one day she stole a story I wrote, plagiarized it, claimed it as hers and got my story removed. I showed the hosting site that the story was mine that all my notes are way older than former friend and instead of getting banned, the plagiarist got her story removed and called out on plagiarism.  I never got my story reinstated because the plagiarist got so mad at me she resorted to getting many others in addition to herself to stalk me online. She had a sona, back then, and possibly still does. Her sona is a Blonde Wolf. This is way back in 2003.

This incident left me unable to establish an online presence because of the online stalking. So when other online websites came into creation like Facebook, I don’t put myself online. Because of Call Out Culture, as it is known now, I had to become very guarded. Doing this will help me heal. And no, Pamella is not a Carbon-Copy of the plagiarist and the plagiarist’s name isn’t Pamella.

To help me heal I have written this story, drew and colored the pictures. I made a video of erasing the pencils.  And now without further ado, I like to present:

Two Sides of a Story, by Unokitsune.

“You! Unicorn!” Spat an older officer who wore a badge but a outfit similar to the tuxedo-style of a Police forensic investigator. He was a cat, long fur and digigrade legs. His chocolate brown fur greyed around the eyebrows and eyes while patches of facial fur were missing from near his cheeks and near his ears. By first guess, this one with large cat paws in place of hands including a larger trip-claw that works as a thumb, played the ‘Bad Cop’

“Es’Tan’Achin” Corrected a very beautiful dark-pelt winged Unicorn. Her hands were humanoid, five digits each hand and covered in a cross of magenta-pink fur-skin.  “We’re different than standard Unicorns”

“That’s not important right now,” Said a much younger officer. He was a Doberman Pincer, very tall athletic and handsome. His colors could make him a contender modeling for the fancy Purebred Dog Shows that only accept specific ‘Natural Fur Colors’. He was dressed in the dark blue uniform issued to many an officer. By best educated guess, this officer who had four digits each paw with three being the fingers and one being the ‘thumb’, was the ‘Good Cop’ “What is important is that you tell us what happened?”

“You’re in hot water right now young lady!” The older feline cop briefly interrupted instead of actually giving the time for the younger handsome cop to explain.

Auroranova paused hearing both of this before continuing. “You’re investigating me after a rich girl threatened to find and murder me, LIVE on camera? I’m a suspect now despite my devices pinging me in a far different area that I have continued to prove?” The amount of stupidity she just heard and she had to speak this back.

That made the older cop very angry. The amount of hate in his eyes and by his Aura…he was protecting someone and also afraid of someone else. This investigator was one of the corrupted cops, Auroranova could tell. He was trying to push an agenda. He was also getting very close to screwing himself over with the Spirit World.

“How about you take us from the beginning, of when you first met or heard of Pamella?” The younger officer asked politely.

“Yes, and it better be good otherwise there’s a nice pair of silvery-steel bracelets just waiting for you” The old cat’s eyes glared and yet his left eye was slightly duller than his right eye. His aura screamed cancer. However this older cat’s comment had just solidified a very different fate than potentially surviving cancer and potentially healing his broken relationship with his own daughter. Getting information from spiritual and Astral sight can be quite invasive but it is often the only way to get truthful information on a person.

Auroranova watched her spiritual guardians come in and get all into place. There were more beings protecting her than there were living and dead humans on this planet. “Very well” Auroranova said and then pulled out an orb from her medicine bag. This bag had no pharmaceuticals but instead stones, feathers and some other nicknacks. The precinct did check this and allowed her to use it. “This is what’s called a Nu’uit Glen, an Elder Gem. It allows up to six Earth-hours’ worth of time to view something that has been in with any type of Elluvian, Elven mirrors of portals and realm travel. To work, all it needs is to be in with an Elluvian for no more than five minutes, and a simple Elven spell.”

Auroranova proceeded to speak in a language foreign to the Furry Earthlings and the orb began to float on it’s own. It then proceeded to become sixteen inches spherical-circumference before showing a fourteen-inch picture within. “This Elder Gem absorbed so much information that the files had to be stored in another plain of existence. There are few who how to access such files and those that do know how often become teachers to bring back this old knowledge that existed before Earth was born. I’m one of the few who know how to do this but it took many years to ”

Both officers sat back in their seats. The white room with Mahogany long table had one exit door that could be seen. On the opposite wall from where Auroranova sat was a Mirror-Glass view so those on the other side could look in. There were cameras watching this interview. And on the Officers radio communication….there was fear and something else.

The picture in the orb loaded up. It was Pamella’s room. At least the room where the Socialite  and social media influencer did many of her videos in. But something was wrong. There was no firery  eighteen year old teenage wolf within, but a very small light-chocolate Pomerainian girl who held a flask in her hand.

Before the memory played, Auroranova spoke “You are looking at the real Pamella. She’s not a wolf but a Pomerainian. What you are about to see is stolen magic and you cannot fully investigate this event without also investigating Pamella’s very wealthy family. And you must investigate their family and all the dead bodies that they have hidden over the years. If you do not do so after viewing what I am about to show you then take heed…because this particular Elluvian will show up here and any surface that has a reflection is a spot where this ancient being can physically manifest. It’s no demon, but this Elluvian is also a person you cannot arrest. The Noürs are a race of Elven people that were nearly all wiped out during the Great Dragon-Elven war that began essentially at Creation. It was a war sparked between Pamella’s ancestors, The Hunters.”

The officers looked at each other. There was fear in their eyes. Something was being said on the radio. Something else was being seen on the cameras.

Auroranova continued “You won’t fully understand the scope of what you are about to see unless you understand the story of the Es’Tan’Achin and this is something you must understand is very real and not something the Talemian Church would say ‘fake and demonic’. If you cannot understand this, then you have the potential to get lost in this investigation both physically and mentally. It’s not me you need to investigate, gentlemen. It’s the society of Fakeness and Lies, the ones who are controlling everything behind the scenes and keeping the people separated rather than together.  The Fleas you don’t see. The Fleas that control things politically. “

And with that the memory played.

The first memory stopped playing and the younger officer had to inquire about the picture and audio. For Cameras only have one specific angle unless they move but even then, they can only see what’s in front of them. This Memory played everything in the room.

“So something about Elluvians is each one is connected to several elements and they love water in particular. They can add Hydrogen to an oxygenated area to create small particles of water that are very light and become part of the humidity of the area. Through these microscopic particles of humidity clouds, they can record information of the area and control these small mirrors of where they go. They have other means of doing such things even if one were to remove the humidity of an area. So a De-humidifier will not work for you.” Auroranova explained.

“Why is something like that here?” The older cop asked. He was shaking. Something happened over that radio to make him very terrified, and although he fought hard to hide how scared he was…you cannot fool an Empath for they can read you.

“It was stolen from the Sidhe. It was stolen from the Seelie fair folk when they were physically present in Scotland in the middle ages. The Hunters, who even then were still hunting magical beings but not the Es’Tan’Achin, took one sleeping Noürs Elluvian away. The ones who stole it belonged to Talemian Church, a military branch of the church. However they were young and didn’t fully know what powers they were messing with. Their leader was one of Pamella’s ancestors. What I was able to gather is he was some kind of General high ranking, a Black wolf with Silver hair named Purpura. The Elluvian attached to him and his bloodline. And gave him a warning.” Auroranova paused. Talking about any sort of Esoteric/Metaphysical or magical being always summons them automatically around her. She wondered if it was due to her strong magick or summoner background past life of perhaps both or all. Even so the Noürs Elluvian was here.

“The Fairies aren’t real” The old cat stated. The younger officer looked at him and then back at Auroranova with hesitation.

“They are very real gentlemen. Just because a blind person doth not see the sun doth not mean the sun cannot see and burn the blind person.” Auroranova continued.

Before anything else, the next set of memories played.

“Wait, what happened in that last memory? There was no audio for most of it.” The younger officer noted.

“And who are those small white people around you?” Asked the older officer. He couldn’t hide his fear looking at them.

“For your question, Sargent,” Auroranova said while looking at the older officer, “They are Sidhe, a type of small fair folk. Some have wings some do not. If they were in Hawaii, they have the potential to be called Menahune. They are currently located in a different realm than this one.” Auroranova then set her cyan sclera eyes with glowing white pupil/iris on the younger officer “The Sidhe have a deep vested interest in this conversation and have intentionally blocked the audio from being heard. You will not see them or hear them in the camera video from Pamella’s live feed of that day. The only thing you will see is her demanding every ounce of my knowledge that I will not give her or…” She gestures at both of them “Any of you. For while I have much knowledge, none of you here are Mystics and do not even have the basic foundation to understand. In fact I know things many younger Mystics choose not to believe in because the Esoteric knowledge of such I know is too much for them. Like an older computer trying to and process an application to great for it to run and load at it’s fullest potential”

The Sargent was about to say a quip on that but Auroranova cut him off.

“You did say that they weren’t real, and that doesn’t help your case to know. They are offended by you and you need to apologize to them. Never underestimate those who are smaller than you. One bite from a Tick or a Conical Snail is enough to ruin or even kill an Elephant.”

“There’s more to this story isn’t there?” The younger officer asked.

“Yes, like the camera feed from Pamella’s livestream shows, we were arguing. Pamella was demanding lots of information from me, an impertinent pup. Her parents spoiled her and set her on the path of destruction. Only ‘Keeping up with the Jones’s’ an acceptable behavior. A behavior prevalent to many Krazy Arrogant Repulsive Egotistical Nincompoops. Karens for short. They all start off as socialites. They weasel themselves into every popular group be they Metal and Rock and Roll, which they turned into Pop that pretends to be metal/Rock…or Cosplay, which they turned into ‘Only the best can compete with our fashion shows and nobody else” when it used to be everyone could try…or maybe in the gaming or even Non-Human-Fauna-Flora communities. These Socialities invaded many things and bleed their fakeness using their own Charisma to turn people on their own friends and family to keep them separated. In other words” Auroranova said, “They sacrifice others to achieve social status and attention. Using Gossip and lies. Gossip is a good way to put yourself as Felon in the spiritual World. Do it enough and….”

“And?” The Sargent asked no longer arguing.

“They…how to say this.” Auroranova thought “When Socialites gossip enough and cause many people to loose their jobs, way of life, inability to feed their families and drive these people to near suicide or even deny them justice just because of a lie or rumor these socialites make up…Police of the Spirit World get a warrant for the Gossiper’s spirit and the vessel. In the case of Pamella she was raised by a family of Misandrists with a very dark secret that goes all the way back to General Purpura… A dark secret that is very important to know…Pamella’s very wealthy Pomeranian family has no biological sons. They are always daughters and the line is Matriarchal. The women of the family hold the power while the men…many are used as little more than lapdogs. And no matter who one of Pamella’s family gets with, they always have Pomeranian daughters..”

The two cops looked at each other and that’s when the last set of memories played on the orb.

“What happened in these without Audio? And who is that black wolf with red eyes? Is that General Purpura?”  The younger officer asked.

“And….what’s with that cord?” The Sargent asked referring to the gold cord coming from Pamella to the Dark wolf with red eyes.”

Auroranova looked at both of them.  “That potion that Pamella drank at the beginning, the one that turned her from a light chocolate Pomeranian with green eyes to a Fiery Wolf with golden brown eyes? Those potions are made from the blood and body parts of murdered Sidhe and many other magical beings. The Sidhe have a VERY vested interest in killing off or making the descendants of the hunters who do not seek redemption, disappear. This is because to free all kin hunted by the hunters requires removing the essences. And despite the ancient creeds, the Hunters still hunt but it’s normally their descendants and not the original hunters who have turned on their own descendants. For you see…They didn’t want us the Star Horn Unicorns to awaken.” Aurora nova then looked from the last image of a black wolf and back to the officers.

“That Black wolf isn’t General Purpura, no. General Purpura’s right eye was gouged out by me in a past life. He was hunting me and another Unicorn boy who I rescued. This Black wolf that you see with a soul cord…a connection…is the secret Pamella’s family is desperately trying to hide. It’s bad enough they, Pamella’s own family, might kill Pamella when they find her.  You before when I spoke of General Purpura and the Noürs Elluvian? Even when sleeping the Elven mirror told him that ‘His family would end when a son was born in the bloodline and lived to adulthood’.”

“You have proof of these accusations?” The younger officer asked.

“More than what I already showed you? Yes.” Auroranova stated. “It’s very humid in this place and got more so than talking about this, hasn’t it?”

The Sargent’s eyes grew wide…”The Noürs Elluvian…it’s here isn’t it?”

Auroranova nodded “Yes…but it’s deciding on the best location to reach out to you in. This particular Elluvian is male. And he has tried killing Pamella. That Ocean scene? That was probably near where he is physically located. He had every intention to drown…her. As for that black wolf? That’s Raul. Raul is the reason Pamella is still alive. You see….Pamella’s family finally had a son they didn’t kill and survived to adulthood. They used another potion and genetic surgery. They didn’t want a Wolf Son. They needed a Pomerainian daughter. The potion they used was made from a Unicorn’s horn. Not a Star Horn’s, we can’t be imprisoned that way.” Auroranova motioned at the grass and stone image of the last picture. “Saving her meant she needed a soul merger with herself. She wasn’t given the choice of who she wants to be. She might not even believe she is a female anymore. Soul Mergers do risk mental collapse and potential dangers of death but if Raul didn’t merge with Pamella….Pamella would be killed by the Noürs Elluvian and the Sidhe.”

The Sargent had enough and despite the need for police to be professional…he excused himself for a moment to go to the restroom. A few minutes later…he was heard screaming. Other officers rushed into the resteroom to find the Noürs Elluvian had appeared in one of the Restroom Mirrors and had grabbed him. His legs and feet where the only body parts still on this side of the mirror. Officers rushed in to try to pull while the young Dobberman officer stayed with Auroranova.

Then suddenly a News station appeared on every Television in the precinct with Breaking News.

The screaming Sargent, despite the officers best efforts, was pulled through the Elluvian and landed in a hospital room. Pamella’s hospital room. But who greated him wasn’t Pamella. It was her body, but it spoke with a deep voice unmistakable as a Wolf. “We need to leave now, Sargent. My body’s family comes to kill me and all who stand between them and me.” He spoke.

The Sargent radioed back to his precinct and within minutes the Hospital was surrounded by police officers as well as other mysterious indivudals. All entrances and exits became blocked off and Pamella’s family wasn’t allowed anywhere near.

The Dobberman officer looked back at Auroranova and finally was given permission to release Auroranova. “You’re free to go, I have to escort you to the exit.”

“Thank you” Auroranova nodded at the officer and while she was being escorted to the exit, a line of officers lined up against the wall giving her respect, yet respect born out of fear. Auroranova stopped and looked up at the news where a blue haired Crow woman had been chased away by both human and non human officers. “The secret of Pamella’s family…is finally out”

Fin

TLDR: Don't steal from the Sidhe. Also don't steal my work. Don't reproduce my work. Don't trace my work. Don't plagiarize my work. Currently my race the Es'Tan'Achin aka Star Horn is a closed race.

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