Moonspear The government is a moon created lie

it was a good thing arcturus lacked developed eyesight to have seen what his mother had just done; betrayed his fresh young heart by playing favorites. surely that would have been the black cub's first heartbreak had he witnessed his sister be transported right beneath his mother's adoring chin. no, that definitely would have caused a complex and a tizzy in a teapot. 

instead he remained blissful and unaware, cozied right up into his mother like a tick in a swatch of thick fur. sleepily the young boy yawned and then nodded his head -- in a few beats, articuno was gone -- drifting some nameless plains in dreamy sleep.