Jewel the Froslass

Art by Patient#7804

*"Come now dear, it's only snowing. No need to be afraid."*

Jewel is an old spirit who woke up one night on the top of a mountain in Hokkaido. Seeing the state of the world, she decided it best to simply stay put, and have her own territory up in the harsh terrain. Decades went by, so few souls ever found their way to her. The few who did, either attacked immediately assuming she was a threat, or were too far gone to be saved from the cold. She mourned for some time over the souls she witnessed lose themselves to the mountain, but every now and then... She'd find herself plucking them from the snow, and enjoying them as if she were a feral. Whatever means she could manage, she'd find herself consuming them and their essence efficiently.

Her taste for essence grew as she learned more about herself, and her capabilities. Sometimes, the ones who would strike at her made for good exercise, becoming her next meal in order to satisfy her growing hunger. Plucking souls from a person's body was all the sweeter when it was someone she struck down herself. In self defense, of course. But why, why should she wait for them to attack her, before she can benefit from them? There was no one to tell her no, and eventually, the intrusive thoughts won. She grew more and more territorial, until the entire mountain became a place no local dare stray to.

Her hunger grew. Her care for others shrank. Year after year, the amount of wayward souls slipping close enough to her dwelling to be caught off guard was dwindling. It frustrated her, infuriated her, the thought that she might have to leave her home to fend for herself. But as the numbers went down, her tastes became more refined. Slowly, she learned that different souls have different tastes. Different types, different essences, even individual Pokemon of the same species and type would have different flavors to her.

Her moral compass shrank ever further into depravity. Her time alone, her taste for others, a lifetime had gone by without anyone she could even call a friend. Instead, she only knew the feast, and how to get it. That is, until a group of Pokemon began settling at the base of her mountain. She was going to pick them apart, take them away one by one in unfortunate storms and terrible mishaps... But then she caught a glimpse of their leader. Her soul was unlike anything she'd ever seen. To kill her would have been a waste, a dreadful waste, and fighting her would be nearly impossible, her own skill nowhere near up to snuff for one who's soul tastes... Legendary... It was not the best option. Not when she could get close to her, and extract essence another way.

So, despite the hard time she had talking to others, Jewel struggled her way up the social ladder. She joined this clan of hers, something about the stars and how important they are, but in the end, this was for one goal. The clan's "Mother Mimosa" was well taken care of, and if she could just get herself in as a permanent partner, she might be set for this life and the next, milking the most powerful soul she'd ever seen of essence every day without them ever knowing. And yet, for all the effort, it took all of five years to get to a point of trust. It took so long, so much effort, so much learning. She even had to memorize language just so she could properly communicate with others.

And then, Raine entered the scene. He was kind, even to her. Even if he could see what she'd done, he'd simply assumed her a feral that was given a new lease on life. He was skilled, skilled enough to challenge Mother Mimosa and win, right before Jewel's eyes. The two grew closer over months of time, until they announced their child... Killing Jewel's own aspirations. When that was announced, it felt like the last five years, hard labor, effort to learning language and social cues, was all wasted. So, a fit of jealousy came over Jewel, and after the egg was lain, she snuck into the mother's room, ending her quietly in her sleep.

Years later, her plans had to change. Now, she had a child to take care of. A fresh slate. The child of that pure, perfect goal of hers. Shin. And, she didn't need to work hard anymore, she was practically at the top of the clan, with so few who could tell her what to do. She just needed to wait until he was an adult to avoid any moral objections from the clan, and she could begin courting him, and keep him around for her own feasting pleasure.

At least, until the insatiable urge to find his father overcame him. Once that began, Jewel convinced him to let her come along, hoping this would work out in her favor. On his 18th, they set out, spiritual guidance leading them to Astrea... Where the two found Raine, and Shin and Raine found the truth about her. After a clash between them, she set out, aimlessly, into an unfamiliar land. Home wasn't an option, that clan was never really home to her. Instead, all she wants now, is a new stomping ground to claim souls within...