The light colored Akail's tail thrashed unexpectedly. She could hear the soft sounds of something lurking off in the darkness, and she could see each individual stone and crevice hidden in the shadows. This was her home; she was obligated to know everything about it. But it was not happy memories that flooded her mind when she reminisced about her old life; but memories of pain and suffering and utter and complete loneliness.
She was here for a reason, a purpose. She'd heard of other Akail, Akail who, like her, were pale of flesh. She'd thought she was one of a kind, and had a hard time coping with such a thing. Many, if not all, of the darker Akail shunned her, intent on keeping her rare and unwanted genetics out of their lines. They hadn't even spoken to her since she‘d shown her face in the caverns.
But now she'd heard tale of lighter colored Akail, the 'Pale Akail,' if you would. She was, needless to say, quite skeptical. If she was shunned, simply for her coloration, then what made anyone think these creatures truly existed? There was no way that they could have survived on her own. She’d been lucky; she was found by a human, and taken home.
But now she returned; returned and was hopeful of finding a place within the tribe of the Pale Akail. Maybe they had formed Clans consisting of Pale Akail alone. It would make sense, and it would explain how they survived for so long without anyone getting wind of their existence or dying off completely. Perhaps they, understanding her condition, would accept her and she could freely live down here with them.
Maybe they could teach her their secrets of living a life as a freak, an unwanted individual; and she, in turn, could teach them the secrets of the surface-world. Her heart was lighter than it had been in ages; she’d never been happy here, not when she was alone. But perhaps, if she could find at least one of these Akail, she could plead her case and ask to stay with them.
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