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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 23:05:03 GMT -5
Is three weeks long enough?
The edges of the dress were tugged at by the breeze coming off the nearby sea, casting bumps across her skin from the cold, perhaps long sleeves would've been a better idea. Perhaps something other than a dress was a good idea, but she honestly didn't care at that point. Winter had set in, and her feathers were more than enough to brace her from the cold. It wasn't as if there was snow anyways, just a chill that had settled over the region.
The swan was...tired of remaining outside the city, but she had to. Everyone who knew her former human guise needed to believe that part of her long dead. It was unfortunately a part of moving into another life. Her appearance had changed, but there was another reason she was out there. She had almost killed Darkrai, and by no means had she wanted that...right? Her brow knitted and she muttered at herself, "Just convenient timing..."
Rustle...
Blue eyes flashed fuchsia, turning to find a sniffling, infected beast crawling from the bushes. Milky eyes tilted upwards, gum slipping back to reveal sharpened teeth, a few missing as displayed by the gaps in the...deep yellow. Whatever the beast was, canine, feline, or even a bear (it was so ravaged by infection she couldn't really tell what it was), she was in no mood to deal with it.
The feathers sprouted from her wrists, winding back behind her and connecting, leaving a glimmer to show with each movement. The fuchsia in her eyes became brighter, and a film covered the beast in front of her. It snarled and writhed as it was lifted feet into the air, and she stared for a moment, "...I should put you out of your misery." She hated seeing Pokemon like this. As much as she did hate it, as much as she wasn't so keen in letting them suffer... "Tis not my place."
Cresselia was going to toss the creature off to the side, waiting to hear it snap through the trees, give some irritating yelp, and scamper on its way because it had learned its lesson. As her hand moved to do it, a slight pain shot through her head, as though darkness was near. Something she had felt before, a presence that was strangely dark. The beast smacked into the ground a few times before she focused again and snatched it back into the air, hurling it to the side, and turning her eyes back to where the darkness could be.
She mused, "I didn't think Zygarde was right..." Were both his siblings awake?
How odd.
"Talking."
tagged: Glenn 'Yveltal' Talbot words: don't feel like counting muse: good, as usual notes: i was in a hurry for bed, so this isn't the best D:
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Post by Glenn 'Yveltal' Talbot on Jan 13, 2014 13:23:37 GMT -5
Winter left a chill that was all too familiar to his old bones, a subtle ache that refracted through every hollow structure of his divine form. He rather liked the season for its effect on the regions he would visit, seeming to suspend them in time and giving him the impression that he could linger about them endlessly, gathering information he had lost to time. Of course, this wasn't true, but it was a source of warmth in such times of cold.
His expedition was a long one; this land was unknown to him, or at least it was now. Back in olden times it was merely a landmass of lush growth and barely the buds of population, Poke'mon scarce and humanity naught. It had been a land he left for Xerneas to fill with life, to be hidden away from his prying eyes. The bird may have glanced upon it a couple times, but he dared not to soar over it, to bring his deadly winds to its shores.
Something beat him to it, however.
Yveltal's thoughts were mindless as he looked out over the sea, his cliff side perch cold against his sleek feathers. A noise roused him, however, and his attention turned south; there. That sickly, disgusting smell breached his senses once more, a scent he began to associate with monsters not of his own creation. As he craned his neck around the jagged edge of the mountain, he saw the source of the ghastly aroma suspended midair nearby, smacking aimlessly off the rocks' edges. He narrowed his eyes, instinct seizing him then as he launched off his perch, bringing his wings together in a thunderous clap, dark energy crackling around him and then shooting forth in a deafening beam.
Nothing remained of the beast after the Oblivion Wing connected but a giant, gaping hole in the mountain's side.
As the dust cleared, a man clad in dark attire could be seen in the rubble, a scarf pulled tight around his mouth. Yveltal knelt down and punched his arm through the debris, grabbing a fistful of the dirt and pulling it back out, red eyes narrowed in scrutiny. After a moment he picked a bone from the dust, a small canine of sorts, and held it to the sky to get a clear look...
... when he saw a woman's form just beyond it.
He blinked and lowered his hand slowly, watching the figure silently. His blast hadn't hit the perch she settled upon, but it made a cliff out of it. He scrutinized her with care, sniffing the air; she didn't smell sick.
"My lady." he finally called out in a greeting, dropping the bone from his hand.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 2:12:23 GMT -5
Her balance was thrown off by the blast. For a moment, she had turned her back, eyes scanning for the source of that dark power that was giving her a small headache. Her arms extended and moved about to keep herself from falling over. She heard the stones beneath her crackle, feathers flaring out from her wrists and that same bright glow beginning to overcome her own body in preparation in the chance that anything would bring her harm.
But everything went still.
Cresselia’s spine straightened and her hands flattened the new wrinkles on the clothing, tugging the edge of it out from underneath a small boulder. The dress shifted into pants and longer sleeved shirt, something that would not slow her down if she found the need to move swiftly. Her breath was held in her lungs for a moment, expecting another harsh tremor, but there was none and she stepped lightly, carefully to the edge of the cliff. Simply from her own steps, she could tell there was a gaping hole beneath where she stood.
”That was powerful…” The murmur came quietly as she peered over the edge of where she was, bright eyes trailing the shadow of the figure beneath as the dust and smoke evaporated into the air. The appearance of the move had caused another sharp stab to run through her skull, though it had dissipated now. Temptation tugged on her sleeve for a moment, willing her to turn tail and go elsewhere; she would be at a disadvantage if a fight were to break out. His words did not go unheard by her, and that made her ignore temptation. Her curiosity was stronger.
Such old language. Granted, she was often capable of such herself, but she had become so wrapped up in the current society that she had adopted the lingo. However, she supposed the old bird she watched below was a few hundred years out of date as far as his knowledge of society went. She said nothing until the fuchsia aura overcame her body, and in a split second, she evaporated and reappeared in a small cloud of dust at the bottom, a wary few feet from the other. ”Greetings, Harbinger of Death.” The words were said with a touch of an ironic smile.
Cresselia tilted her head in a curious manner, bright pink eyes scrutinizing the person in front of her. She found it odd that all three of them would even be awake. Zygarde was one exception, he did not seem to have a cycle as Xerneas and Yveltal did. ”You are…awake a couple centuries early.” She wasn’t entirely sure how to approach the situation, since her luck with dark-types had run out the moment Darkrai and herself clashed. Perhaps Darkrai was the only one she would disagree with, even though part of her did not want to.
Dominique offered a gentle smile nonetheless, ”Well, welcome, I suppose. Are you searching for your counterpart?” She had come across Zygarde, but she had not seen anything of Xerneas aside from the bright flowers that littered the dead infected.
"Talking." "Pokemon Talking." Thinking.
tagged: Glenn 'Yveltal' Talbot muse: Great, as always. words: notes: Birds. Tweet tweet (lmao random)
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