Axel Steele
PRAVUS
It's time to separate the chaff from the wheat.
Posts: 172
OOC Name:: Kiane
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Post by Axel Steele on Nov 17, 2013 16:38:21 GMT -5
Though far overhead the moon hung, pale and heavy, it was clearly outshone by the light that sourced far below it. The main base of the Pravus organization was, as always, veritably glowing light and buzzing with activity, the artificial luminescence shining forth from windows, dockyards, and the evenly spaced guard towers. By comparison the light of the moon was little more than a faint glimmer, virtually unnoticeable. Yet still the cold orb shone on, standing silent sentinel above the uncountable mortals below, unfeeling and uncaring of their plight. There was no number capable of measuring how many had lived and died under its watchful gaze, nor was there any way to grasp how many more would flare into life and burn into oblivion. All that was sure was that they would come and go, and it would merely continue on, without even a moment's notice.
Most people weren't capable of accepting this fact. Once it became known to them and they realized it as truth they fell apart, giving up life as futile and pointless. Many of them went mad. But there were others that were born with this knowledge and not only accepted it, but defied it. It as these beings who shook their fists and spat in the faces of the 'gods', determined that some egocentric omnipotence would not have the say in their lives, and that they would make of it what they wished.
It so happened that the man currently floating in the waters off the island was one of these, though at the moment he cared little for such philosophical exploits. At this present juncture he was fuming with subdued rage, his temper only held in check by sheer will and extensive training. On whim he'd selected a proxy to participate in a local tournament and it had placed quite well, placing first via a technicality. Unfortunately, however, upon receiving the winnings it was revealed that it had all been a trick, a mere joke at the whimsy of one of those egocentric 'legendaries'. If it had been directed towards himself it would have been bad enough, but instead it had targeted his companions, weakening them at a time when they greatly need their strength.
That was why we was currently floating in the surf, at night and alone glad in nothing more than a wetsuit of Team Magma design and a pair of knives strapped to his thighs. In order to remove the curse from his companions he was required to hunt down a set of arbitrary items, the first of which was easy enough to obtain via his Team Rocket and Johto connections. The second of these, however, required him to go hunting. 'A fin in the water inspires fear'. He surmised that must be a Sharpedo, and so that's why he was attempting to lure one, having previously cut his hand with one of the knives so as to allow the scent of blood to filter about. 'Take the thing that causes pain' was a bit more ambiguous, but he figured so long as he had an entire carcass he could take whatever he might need so as to cover all his bases. For now though, all he could do was wait, floating calmly as the crimson liquid drifted away through the depths.
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Feather
EXECUTIVE
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OOC Name:: Feather
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Post by Feather on Dec 10, 2013 4:22:37 GMT -5
The sea seemed to be devoid of live. Salty water seemed devoid of all but the most miniscule of organisms. The other creatures, from tiniest Krabby to the largest Wailord, seemed to be hiding away; mayhap, on this night, the sea bed seemed too alluring. Then again, with the moonlight providing little illumination, there may have been many creatures lurking just beneath Axel’s still form. A predator had likely scared them into hiding. One might surmise, with little visible beneath the waves but stones, that the humanoid could be that predator.
Axel Steele was far from the worse the sea had to offer. Blood attracted far more than simple Sharpedo. In a crevice, a few yards away, a certain sinuous creature fought for its meal. Fins batted at its face. Circular teeth, jagged like a saw blade, snapped at whichever flesh presented itself. A solitary Huntail shifted away from the sand. Whip like tail sent up froth as the eel tried to cram its head between the two stones. The tiny school of fish, likely littlem ore than babies, crammed themselves further into their sanctuaries; this had little effect. Bits of Feebas and Barbroach lazily floated toward the water.
The human blood was ignored. This small predator preferred easy and familiar prey. It was better to go after the bird in hand than the three in the bush, after all. Five recently expired pieces of caviar were far tastier than that lump above.
Suddenly, as if he had heard a gunshot, the solitary predator startled. The tail fin of a Barboach stuck out from between its teeth like a misplaced leaf of spinach. White-and-black eyes turned to stare in fear as a shadow fell upon its back. Sinewy muscles erupted in a frenzy as the agile hunter attempted to free itself from the unforgiving Earth.
Like a bear trap, powerful jaw muscles shot closed. Ivory teeth flashed. The head of the water-type, still blinking in astonishment, drifted toward the bottom of the sea; the rest of its body rested in the gullet of a certain apex-predator. Red rivulets drifted toward the surface.
The tiniest black fin crested above the water. It vanished back into the dark-depths. Far more intelligent than the eel, solely focused on its meal, the other hidden Pokemon had changed their hiding spots. When
This thing barely qualifies as a snack. The female Sharpedo swallowed the stringy meal. With mostly bone, little fat, and a mucus-coat, the Huntail was far from her ideal late-night snake. Regardless, for the voracious monsters growing inside her belly (her pups), the tiny morsel could help them Carvanha grow.
The surface of the ocean resembled freshly-churned chum. Sharpedo were rarely known for their table-manners. They did, at least this young female, hold a fondness for Sealeo flesh. The second type of blood surged into her nose, likely drawing others for miles. Her stomach grumbled.
In the dark of night, in a fog of blood and liver, the human-male resembled a delicious treat. Water shifted behind the dark shape as she shot toward the surface. Bubbles drifted toward the surface. Her mouth was open and ready.
The female Sharpedo used bite!
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Axel Steele
PRAVUS
It's time to separate the chaff from the wheat.
Posts: 172
OOC Name:: Kiane
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Post by Axel Steele on Dec 20, 2013 23:59:16 GMT -5
It hadn't been a particularly long period of waiting before the water about him began to change. Before everything had been rather tranquil, nothing reaching his senses but the glow of the moon, movement and feel of the water, and the scent of the salt air. Now, however, he could see and feel little objects floating to the surface, and it was the unmistakable stench of blood that identified them. His sharpened senses allowed him to differentiate the nuances in scent and thus separate these chunks of flesh from his own blood, as well as from each other. At least two types of pokémon were being ripped apart below him, most likely fishlike, and the lighter bits of gore were now floating to the surface about him.
From where he was floating he was able to scoop up a few bits of the shredded meat for examination. His expertise and experience in tracking and hunting enabled him to tell by looking them over that many of the pieces were the same, which meant that likely some school or nesting ground of smaller fish pokémon had been raided by a larger predator. That was good, and it brought a smile smile to his lips as he tossed the bits back into the water. Most likely once it was finished with the easier meal, whatever was savaging the pokémon below would move on to him. Not only that, but the extra gore would quite likely attract more and perhaps even larger predators, thus ensuring that his quarry would be drawn in at some point.
Not long after and the amount of blood and gore reaching the surface increase quite dramatically, indicating that either multiple predators had begun feasting upon the fish pokémon or that the predator itself had become the meal. Which it was, specifically, was a matter of some import as what occurred next would likely affect him directly. So he took a slow, deep breath, gradually filling his lungs. Once this was done he dived, submerging himself entirely, and opened his eyes to peer down through the dark depths. The salt water that filled them burned but he was able to ignore the pain and examine the water below him, immediately seeing the Sharpedo rocketing upwards.
With a wicked, fanged grin the man quickly removed one of the knives from his leg and held it tightly, spreading his body out and angling it slightly downward. When the Sharpedo reached him a small kick allowed him to dodge the vicious jaws, instead being hit with the head and dorsal fin which, while much safer, still hit with a tremendous force and quite nearly knocked the wind out of him. The rough, razor life scales cut his hand as they ripped by, spilling more of his blood in the water, but the suit he was wearing was specially designed to protect against Carvanha and Sharpedo and so prevented them from doing more damage still. Once the marine beast had missed and inevitably slowed down the man launched himself towards it with his powerful legs, swinging the knife through the water with as much force as he could and aiming for one of the shark's delicate eyes.
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Post by NPCmod on Jan 3, 2014 6:18:21 GMT -5
If it was an infected, things might have went a bit differently. It just acted like one. Its vein were clear of all but the most harmless of infective parasites.
While this creature thought with its stomach, most of the time, it still had a brain. While it was slightly eroded by hormones, hunger, and pain, she had a rather keen mind. Though, sadly, it was far from a genius mind.
The creature found it a bit odd when the ‘Sealeo’ dipped beneath the surface. For a moment, charge slowing a miniscule amount, the shark debated on her plan of attack. The thought of food, some to quench the children inside, drove her forward through the murky waters. Many creatures flailed moments before death---this would not be the first to sense her approach. Just like the rest, as it seemed to lack weapons (the glint of steel missed), it would fall to her jagged and tenacious teeth. Speeding up, gaining more momentum, the water-wolf aimed to tear the diver in half!
Its fin gently scraped the human as she charged past. Like a bullet, left unhindered by a simple obstacle, the beast flew past. Gracious copper did not fill its throat. The bite of flesh between deadly jaws was absent. Coming to a stop, in confusion, the predator of the deep gave a rather comical pout. Since when did Sealeo, known for their sluggish movements, gain the ability to detect and evade a beast as powerful as herself?
She heard the approach of the creature. She felt it in sensitive scales and even more sensitive gills. The Sharpedo allowed its instincts to respond for her. She realized, as she turned to face her attacker, that this was not a seal. It didn’t matter! It all tasted like salt water! The shadow fell over it with a “claw” in its hand.
The head began to buck and shake; the blade narrowly missed its sensitive eyes.
The shark flipped over and charged. Water, in a stream, began to gather behind the muscular little creature. How dare this thing attack her!
The Sharpedo used Aqua Jet Its jaw is glowing!
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