|More than it seems..| -A sonadow story-

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A rather small hedgehog sneezed the tiniest of sneezes. With cobalt blue fur and quills, along with the boy’s shining emerald eyes, he definitely stood out.

“Bless you.” Chirped a pink, pretty hedgehog, smiling over at her companion. The two were called Sonic and Amy, and they were very close friends. They'd known each other for many years, getting closer and closer. Never to the point where they'd date though. They preferred to stay friends and avoid the awkwardness a more romantic relationship can bring to two friends.

“Thank you, it must be the pollen that's working up my nose.” Sonic mumbled sheepishly, sniffling  as he wiped his nose. The two were currently picking up flowers from a large field, colored dots of flowers spotting the green landscape. Not too far off, you could see large, mighty mountains looming, their caps covered in snow. They lived in a really tranquil and calming place.

At least to their knowledge.

The flowers they were gathering were for the little family cafe that Amy’s family owned, the Rose Cafe. It was quite the popular place, serving great tea, coffee, and many other meals. Sonic occasionally got free meals, given that their families were close and he'd stay with them when he was younger and his parents were away.

They were away quite often, his father having to complete work that he never specified and his mother joining along for unknown reasons. Sonic didn't question it though. He trusted his parents, and he knew that if it was dangerous they'd most certainly tell him.

After gathering a lovely bunch of flowers, the two started to head back, walking through the dense but beautiful forest. The two had walked along it so many times there were literal paths formed from their footsteps, so strolling wasn't a problem. The two young hedgehog's chattered and laughed, unaware of eyes watching them with a steady gaze.

One that was sharp, but not threatening.

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An ancient being, but then again not. He was slumped against a branch, high up in a tree and out of sight. The coal black fur glinted slightly when the sun’s delicate rays shined upon them, his red markings practically glowing and matching his eyes. A bird sat near him, too busy fluffing out his snowy white feathers and plucking out whatever bothered the feathered animal so. While the two very different creatures didn't speak, they had a calming connection.

For the most part-

The ancient-but-not-ancient hedgehog looking creature perked up, slightly leaning forward as he heard voices chittering underneath him. Peering through the foliage, he saw two smaller and much younger hedgehogs, a male and a female from what he could tell by their scent.

The male’s a soft vanilla that was carried gently in the wind, and the female’s a pleasant strawberry like scent that was rich but also a bit faint. Given how happy they seemed, he figured this was their content emotion. Huffing quietly he leaned back, the two not very interesting. That was until, in the corner of his eye, he spotted something glimmering.

Blinking, he sat straight again, peering down at the blue hedgehog. Something was certainly glowing, but just faintly. On the hedgehog's upper back, and he knew for certain on his chest as well. It was faint, but there, a ragged, almost scar like glowing mark. He knew that it was not normal, for he could see it, but the female, who was looking right at the boy, didn't seem to notice it.

And just like that the mark was gone.

Perplexed, the creature shoved the bird to catch its attention, ignoring the squawk and angry chitter it responded with. Instead he made small clicking sounds with his tongue, not noticeable unless you were hearing for it specifically. The ruffled bird said nothing for a few moments, only quietly chittering back. It, it seemed, had not seen the glowing mark. He had been too busy plucking out a piece of a leaf off his tiny, feathered body.

They continued to chitter, sounding exactly like two birds conversing.

That mark shouldn't be on him, the two concluded. It was unnatural and foreign to normal mobians and humans alike. Only creatures like him and the like knew about it, and due to this he didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.

Quietly he followed after the two young hedgehogs, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent that the boy gave off. He was determined to remember it so if he were to lose the boy he'd be able to track him back down. He was not going to let the boy out of his grasp.