Teflen forest 15 KT
Two weeks of failure after failure. Kasacon attempts to communicate with the eligible females. But the only thing that can escape his muzzle are “ums” and “uhs”. At  this point there are only two left in his generation. Both of which are shy around the males. Especially Kasacon considering his new name. Leaving him to enter the grotto simply for the stone. Maybe if he walked around with it one of the females would come to him anyway? It sounded good enough to him.
(The grotto the lucario guard is special by many means. As energy radiates from a crevice deep within the grotto from deep underground. Sometime it’s an explosive eruption of beautiful colors and precious stones. Some of which react to the lucario when they hold them as if the stones had a life energy of their own. Which are highly sought after by females in a belief that they help with the development of the pups within the womb.)
Within the confides of the grotto Kasacon examines the stones, all of which do not seem to glow at his touch. Meaning he would have to go further in the grotto. To the edge of the crevice. And even there nothing reacts to his touch. 
He sits about the many sized stones of the grotto, thinking about how disappointed the alpha would be if he didn’t even find one. And then he took to examining his paws, and the extra digits. Since as long as he can remember they’ve been a blessing to his combat skills, but not to him as much as it does his brother, to whom used his extra digit and forward bending knees to outclass scouts. And win the affection of not one, but two mates.
At the thought of his brothers mates the ground started to rumble. And a bright stream of color flooded Kasacons eyes from the crevice. At first it was many vibrant ones, then even odd ones he had never seen before. When the rumbling stopped the colors didn’t, in a matter of minutes Kasacon had gotten used to the changing spectrum. Although nauseous he made his way to the crevice to look down at the source of the light.
Instead of an endless drop, he saw a large colorful stone at the bottom, a mere 15 feet down. Gazing upon the stone he thought that maybe he could break a part off for himself. And so he attempted to climb down. But as he started down the crevice the ground shook violently, throwing him down to the stone. Although the fall wasn’t enough to hurt him, it did have him winded. 
As he sat up his gaze found its way back to the stone. And the many vibrant colors that flooded out of it. He took his arm spike and crashed it down onto the stone, only to have it scratch off of it effortlessly. He stared at his spike again, and then at the stone. Dumbfounded by the sturdiness of the rock. Suddenly, realization overcame him as he stared at what seemed to be the source of all aura stones, and with it, newfound vigor.
Kasacon decided not to break off a piece, but pieces. Reaching to the base of the stone he hefted, pulled, and struggled to break the thing free of the crevice. And as he did, the many colors of the stone whittled down. Until only black and white remained. Surprised was Kasacon when the stone loosened and lost weight as the many colors died down. Even more so when he was able to lift it above his head.
Staring upon the base of the stone he saw through its eyes. The clouds above shifted from black to white repetitively through its gaze. As though the world could not decide if it was good nor evil. The thought scared Kasacon. While evil, the world could run amuck with death and destruction. But while good the world would be boring and stagnant, nothing would ever change. 
Repulsed by the amount of thought in the act pulled at the impatient feral strings within him. And so he brought down the stone, like a weapon. A savage weapon used by his people in another lifetime. And the stone cracked almost straight down the middle against the stone floor.
The earth started to shake again, but this time more violently. The sound of rocks cracking and dirt sifting filled the air. Kasacon was thrown left and right by the immense shaking as the ground started to split beneath his feat. He wanted to leave, to get out. Every muscle in his body screamed to get out, readying for action. But his thoughts wandered to the stones at his feet. Waning from one to another trying to decide which one to save. One black and one white.
In an effort for equality he took both, wrapping his arms around the stones and heaving them up to his chest. But as he did so they began to shine, reacting to his touch. The black one with such darkness that it was frightening to look upon. And the white one with such a blinding light he feared it would blind him forever. He started up the crevice. And right when he couldn’t stand looking at either one any longer he saw between them. An eerie grey in the middle, almost completely neutral, yet natural. It was his spike, glowing greyish silver between the stones, almost taking in their light. 
Then he felt its power, the spike seemed to be pulling in the stones energy, and paws unable to move or drop the stones. The grey power was uncontrollable, infinite in its growth as it spread to his body. He felt as though he were on fire. Like when he got his first aura burn, but all over. The inferno of aura that raged inside his being began to rip and tear at his skin. Clawing its way out. He couldn’t take it any longer, he needed it out.
Pushing and pushing the new aura within him he pooled it to his paws, reading an aura sphere. The air around him started to shake as well as the ground. Matching in a frenzy of crackling power. Just when he was ready to throw it the energy wavered, expanding the aura sphere into a large hulking mass of power. The instant it became to large to hold, it detonated. Kasacon didn’t even have time to think. And he of course, blacked out.
After a bit Kasacon gains consciousness. But pretends to be knocked out after taking in the alphas scent.
“Definitely Kasacon. See? A thumb.” Remarked a dark blue female.
“What the hell is a thumb?”
“Something humans have. I’ve seen a couple of them before on a trip to the countryside.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t explain why he’s grey. Wash that shit off by the way, he looks like a fucking outcast.”
“Ive tried Alpha, but even his skin underneath is grey. Like some sort of aura burn.”
“Aura doesn’t burn grey. Just clean him up and send him to my den when he’s able to walk.”
“that could take awhile…”
“I don’t care if it takes all season, just do it whore.”
As the alpha leaves, Kasacon opens his eyes a bit to make out his surroundings. The walls seem to be hallowed out wood. And there doesn’t seem to be much in the room besides shelved goods. The room was circular, almost as if he was in a large tree. (trees in Teflen are huge! Most come to be around 7 feet thick from one end to the other. And tower up to 70 feet in height. The lucario sometimes hallow out these trees for their dens. It’s not uncommon for these hallowed out portions to crumble beneath the rest of the tree. Crushing its inhabitants and tumbling down upon the forest floor.)
The circling movement of his head as he surveyed the room was making his recovery obvious. Eliciting his caretaker to crouch down beside him. “So how’d you do it? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I… don’t  know. It just sort, happened. Can you fix it?” The young lucario asked, bringing his forearm to his face for better examination of the grey fur.
“Fix it? How would I? Oh! No no no. I meant this beauty, gimme a minute.”
The dark blue female stands up to reach for her shelves, patting around the odds and ends until she finds a small jewelry box.
“Here, you freaking made this! Ive never seen a grey one.” She says as she puts the box in Kasacons available paw. As he looks inside, the sight of a glowing grey aura stone fills his eyes.
“I made this? That doesn’t, where did you find this?” a little startled.
“You made it out of thin air as if it were an aura sphere. It was the most amazing thing, seeing all that special aura and all.”
Kasacon looks deeper into the stone. He remembered the explosion of his failed aura sphere, but nothing about this small stone. “Did you see the whole thing? About the colors and the stones? Mrs..?”
“Now where did you hear a word like Mrs from? I saw everything after the grey light, little one… And there aint no male in my life anymore, I am the grotto guardian, Celestia blackhil. Don’t they talk about me in the dens? Thought for sure I made a name for myself after last spring.”
“Well no. I kind of keep to myself. Sorry.”