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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 11:15:30 GMT -5
The earth was coated in an icy layer of snow, delivering a frosty touch to the atmosphere. The few Pokemon that had not been consumed by the disease that sickened the waters had retreated to their dens, caves, burrows, nests, things of that nature. As for a certain cervid, she did not retreat into some safe haven in the middle of the night. She had left her smaller companion, a Deerling, in a safe haven for she did not want to risk the little one getting eaten or captured by a human. Then, why was the musketeer wandering out in the cold landscape where the temperature had probably dropped below the comfortable sixties?
She was bringing down the weak and diseased for it was far easier to tell when the strong had taken themselves out of the cold. Virizion moved quickly through the tall grasses of Moonbreeze Fields. After a certain amount of time, however, her ears heard something moving toward her, a pack of animals. "Il vous sont" (There you are) She murmured in French as she stood frozen in the center of an approaching pack of four badly infected Arcanine. Green fur blended well within the tall grasses and as the wind swayed the grasses, Virizion would move slightly as if she were one with the emerald blades.
The Arcanine circled and began to move in, pawstep by single pawstep. They seemed to think that they had found a great catch, yet... One of the larger canines was eager to get his hungry jaws on prey, as having an endless hunger was quite painful, so he opened his slobbering jaws and unleashed a flamethrower, torching the grasses. Virizion looked to the side and soon the wild Pokemon would realize that the musketeer would act quickly. The cervid soon jumped up and out of the way of the flames and ran out of the grasses as the fire took the field. "Imbeciles. They'd rather set themselves aflame if there prey got away." She thought as she leaped out of the grasses and turned around to see who would reveal.
The wild dogs were all fire types, so unfortunately they'd probably all survive. Virizion may have been part grass type, yet she did fear anything, not even the fiery maws of something such as an Arcanine. It was not long before the dogs revealed themselves, their fur slightly crisp from the flames but otherwise alive. Ruby eyes shifted to look at the flames that burned through the grasses, the ground around it was covered in ice and snow so it would halt the progress so that it would not burn any further. The dog's intelligence only lasted so long, however.
One moved forward, the same who had delivered the burning blow and charged at the cervid with tooth and claw. "Bien essayé." (Nice try.) She murmured as she jumped up and over the dog, her acrobatics being something that she had been renowned for among her brothers. Soon, the knight would bring her hooves down upon the dog at a fast speed, delivering a nasty close combat to his spine, breaking it. The canine collapsed with a whimper, his body numb and unmoving. Virizion landed on her feet and quickly ended the dog's suffering and then turned to the other two canines.
The dogs unleashed flamethrower until the cervid and the deer quickly put up a protective barrier before jumping up in the same process as before, delivering a close combat to both of the canines before ending them both in a couple of swift hoofed movements. Virizion moved away from the group, feeling her heart beating and alive from within her chest. The fight had taken a bit longer than she had thought, but at least it was over.
Virizion soon looked about the area, not scenting any immediate infected beasts in the area. However, she did scent something. "Human." She spoke quietly as she looked out and around her, smelling man. A familiar man at that.
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Post by Ezekiel " The Merchant" Harris on Jan 4, 2014 6:21:30 GMT -5
The guards would give any idiot a license to train Pokemon. Sitting deep within his pocket, tucked into his worn wallet of Krokodile skin, was his recently renewed card. It authorized the career criminal to wander outside the city, within designated areas, as he wished. He was wished fair travels; the idiotic creatures at that gate wished him luck in making friends. “Of course, I’m just ecstatic. about it”, it took everything in Ezekiel’s power not to break out into raucous laughter. The fact that a boy had his license reissued first, who looked twelve made the humor bubbling beneath harder to resist. Pravus was trying to clear out the city at this rate—coffins and training cards should come together. Ezekiel half debated on pitching the idea to the brat as he exited the gate. Then again, just like piss-happy puppies, it was not as if it was difficult.
Storm-colored eyes turned toward the south. A client had requested a variety of things; this person was a known customer. He paid his bills on time, without bitching. That did not mean that the maroon-haired man trusted the oily bastard in the least; it just meant that, considering the default rates on his ‘loans’, that these jobs quickly rose to the top of his list. It was child’s play. He needed to bring back a dog or two, preferably infected, to guard a family heirloom.
The bag upon his back, sagging with weight, lacked most of a normal trainer’s tools. It held needles, darts, daggers, bone saws, odd Pokeballs bribed from a Pravus official for containing infected, chemicals, and a gun. At the bottom, marked with numbers for inventory, were four or five ultra-balls containing certain ‘tools’. One was for the Rattata held between thick gloves by its annoying and protecting scruff; Ezekiel had donned two pairs of the pesky hand-coverings for this task. Another held the splice gifted to him a few weeks prior. The third a mindless Machamp that carted the corpses. The last contained a new acquaintance; a deadly Arbok, with odd coloration, that had given birth to all of the poisons within his pack.
The glasses upon his face, which were helpful in nocturnal tracking, allowed him to catch sight of an imprint within the frosted grass. His father had trained his son well. The lanky man knelt within the grass; his fingers, bony and skeletal, traced the shape.
Four toes. The imprint of blunt claws. Specks of cream fur dotted among the white frost. The track of the idiotic beasts was a simple matter to follow. He raose to his feet and began to shift through the grass. The little rodent in his arms sometimes squeaked in alarm or annoyance. “Something to the left boss!”, the third time, realizing Fifteen enjoyed little more than seeing his master jump, the purple-furred animal found itself painfully twisted within muscular hands. Any further torture, and the biting scold from a hissing tongue, were interrupted by a bright light in the distance. It appeared he had found his target.
He saw the slightest residue of a hoof print as well; he smirked. Maybe, if ‘god’ smiled down, he might be able to bag two catches today. He had no idea, as he moved toward the battle, that he might be able to garner another set of profits. Pushing himself over a hill, massaging his still sore shoulder, grey eyes began to gleam mischievously.
He had found the data on Virizion. He had researched the ‘god’ until his world had turned pink, green, and crimson. He remembered the feeling of those hooves as they raced across the area. The hounds at the moment were worth more. He loaded his arsenal with a vial of sleeping drought. The slim crossbow was pulled out from his bag. He had five bolts.
Through the sights, in a flash of neon, he watched as the four hounds fell to the ground. His scarred lips pulled back in a sneer. That bitch just cost me a week’s worth of wages! The cross=hairs hovered on the green flank for a moment. He debated. At his core, beneath the bravado, was the heart of a coward. It would be far easier to take this animal out of its misery in another manner. The weapon dropped to his side.
”Beast.” The word was spit out like a gob full of ash or venom. He moved from beneath the tree to stare at the stilling Arcanine. “For the –heh—goddess of conservation—you’re rather savage.” Seeing the death upon the ground, the same as he caused when humans hunted, made him smirk. Just a stupid and dirty animal—with a few more cheap tricks.
The Rattata did not want to be here any longer. He could see mischief in his master’s eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 21:22:46 GMT -5
The acrid smell of smoke filled the atmosphere as the deer stepped away from the area, her hooves lightly stained in blood from the wounds she had inflicted upon the now dying canines. They had not been put out of their seemingly endless misery and were to return to Arceus as he had once created them, sound of mind and heart.
Unfortunately, not all things had been created in such a manner. She was oblivious to just how close she had been to capture before the sound of a familiar human reached her ears. Ruby eyes shifted and the knight focused on the cruel man whose life she had saved earlier that year. "Ungrateful as ever I see." She stated, keeping her distance and taking note of the weapon that the crazed man was holding tightly within his hands. Virizion looked back to the dead Arcanine that lay near the burning blades of grass and then she looked back to the hunter. "Oh? Had you been out on a hunt again human?" She asked, not truly caring in particular. She had seen the man out hunting in the woods, her green fur was excellent in helping her camouflage in the wooded areas so that she could not be spotted by the likes of the black market dealer. "Why trade diseased creatures?" She would understand the trading of healthy, sound of mind beasts, but a deranged, sickly beast that infected anything that came in contact with its saliva or blood?
A smile would appear on the knight's maw. She enjoyed toying with this human, he was just so stupid. "Savage? I am the god of conservation, you may look to one of my other cousins for such a thing. I protect and defend the lives of beast from the likes of man." She stated as she turned her flanks away from the human for she took note of the long distance weapon he wielded in his hands, she did not want to take any risks. "Talking."Thinking.tagged: Ezekiel words: 353muse: okaynotes: sorry for the wait!
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Post by Ezekiel " The Merchant" Harris on Jan 26, 2014 4:52:06 GMT -5
The temptation was strong. His finger had stroked the trigger like the back of a beloved. He had caressed it with a certain degree of fondness. The sight, which had been specially crafted, laid out the entire beast before him. Fr a moment, pressing downward, he had been tempted to let fly the bold. The deer, as it was far from an omnipotent god, would prove itself blind, stupid, and injured. It would be him, the culprit dangling from his hand, that it would depend upon. The fact hat he had to depend on an animal to show him kindness, something he hated, had left Ezekiel with a feeling of disgust.
The finger relaxed. It slipped beneath the trigger and rested there. He doubted the stupid thing was worth very much anyway. Who wanted some green deer with a blade glued to its head? What use was a god of chivalry in these times? The bow droped to his side. He would never admit to the slightest feeling of fratitude. It had saved him for a reason. It was hungry. The beast had instincts. Someone else had told it to. Lifting one mauve eyebrow, at the comment, he spoke. As usual, while smooth, his voice was slightly detatched.“ I vaguely remember giving you an apology, Virizion.” In truth, he doubted he had. His arm had been hanging off at the time; he had been far from in the mood to talk. “Besides, Mistress of the Glade, you have met me once—that judgment is seemingly shallow.” Long fingertips lifted to rub at his shoulder. The pain seemed to have flared up. It was likely mad at him for letting the beast live.
Immediately after critiquing him, as being ungrateful, the beast turned away. Again , tempted to end this contradiction to his beliefs, the crossbow lifted slightly. It’s kinder than whatever blasphemy this beast claims. It will gore you the second you turn your damn back, Ezekiel.Staring at the cervine, debating for a moment, the hunter turned to the dead Arcanine. “I have. I was tracking these dogs for the last three days.” Their erratic steps indicated it was the sort of thing he was hunting. They had been powerful and resilient infected. The path had meandered aimlessly like that of a drunken man.
He pushed himself free from the bushes. His cloak served as good camouflage. If he had known that he had been spied on, by these judgmental eyes, he would have regretted staying his hand. The black-market seller moved toward the downed hounds. Could he salvage any piece of these things? The blood bothered him little. “It is where the money happens to be.” He shrugged. “People want power. They want prowess. They want to cage the dangerous, tame it, and use it.” Infected had brought the Pyroar’s share of his profit lately. “ These things also have no morals to violate or corrupt. “ The diseased animals would kill regardless of the victim. It did not matter if they were guilty, a child, or a good person. They were lunch. The fur was bloody. The skin was worthless now. Stupid bitch.
Following her movements, seeing fear, the thin lips pulled upward in a smirk. Would a true diety be afraid of his presence? Could they not just call heaven down upon his little weapon? Could they not battle away the bolt with a quick strike? “ These look like beasts to me.” He stared at the frozen visages of the deceased Pokemon. They did not look human. What was she protecting them from---there were no other humans here. “ Of conservation---that is not what the tales say. “ It spoke of a warrior. What did knights conserve? Did they not leave little but death in their wake? “You can’t be a warrior and conserve at the same time—they don’t mesh too well. “ Use whatever bullshit she wanted to justify her actions—this knight was just a walking contradiction. It also had the nerve to act female.
Disgusting.
Was it truly wrong to shoot it?
The Rattata, racing forward to the goddess, did not seem to think so. His crimson eyes stared up in awe. He cared not for his bruises and injuries. She could save him! That was her job. “Fifteen. Come away from there—“ The muttering picked up. “Insufferable, useless, imbecilic..” The man turned the head of the next dog. Its teeth snapped at his hand—it wasn’t dead yet. His arrow sank into its eye, skull, and brain. Now it was.
“…it’s nice to meetcha—I’m Fifteen. He's Zeke.” He was number fifteen. That was a rather fitting name, was it not?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 15:25:34 GMT -5
It was somehow ironic the hatred the two organisms shared for one another. Virizion loved how much she hated the man for he was a disgusting, foul beast. However, this fact did not make her bitter towards other creatures, only for Ezekiel.
She was very intelligent yet she would never understand why humans did the things they do. Perhaps they were too ignorant and primitive for her to understand their actions. Whatever the case, she still did not approve of their ways. "Cage the dangerous?"She found herself smiling, quiet laughter coming from her as she did. "Why, perhaps you should cage yourself." The man was a danger to the wild things that roamed outside the walls of the city. He was a menace to society. "Although, I can't imagine a primitive ignoramus individual like yourself ever becoming tamed." Yet, wouldn't the human be benefiting her slightly and make her job easier if she allowed him to reap the infected from the area and take them for his own usage? The beasts were mindless and wouldn't know the difference from pain or pleasure, so it wouldn't entirely be cruelty. She would have to think on it.
The goddess simply rolled her eyes at the man's next remark. "Oh? I didn't think of you as the scholarly type." Virizion only saw the man as the hateful, murderous kind. She wondered if any of his own kind could even put up with his disastrous behavior. Before the goddess had a chance to converse with the man further, she was approached by a violet furred rodent.
Virizion threw a nasty glare at the man for throwing such horrible names at the beast. "Why call the innocent such horrendous names? Have you no shame?" She countered before looking to the rodent once more. "Fifteen? What an odd little name for a creature. You belong to this human? This, 'Zeke'?" Virizion ignored the man as he fiddled with the dying bodies of the infected Arcanine, they were no longer a threat so he could do with them as he pleased.
So the human had a named other than 'bastard, threat to society, ape, ignoramus, etc.' How delightful.
It was shame that only his rodent companion held good manners. "Talking."Thinking.tagged: Ezekiel " The Merchant" Harriswords: 389muse: goodnotes: hope its okay
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Post by Ezekiel " The Merchant" Harris on Feb 22, 2014 4:42:43 GMT -5
Ezekiel, like Virizion, had came into this meeting with his biases. A single moment of generosity, where his life was saved by a piece of venison, did little to change his overall opinion. An outlier indicated little about the species itself; besides, being a “god”, meant it was supposedly possessing some degree of intelligence. In truth, with their opinions, the pair might as well have been staring in a mirror. Each saw nothing but an animal in the other. The legendary disgusted him with its hypocrisy, dirty fur, and attempts to imitate both charity and chastity. While he would never admit it, certainly not to his present company, the man was truly disturbed by how weak this thing made him feel. His shoulder had been a bad enough injury; Virizion’s arrival had just added insult.
Why did it speak with a female’s voice? Move with the graceful gait of the ‘fairer’ gender? Such animals had little right to imitate those traits. It disgusted him. “..the infected, the infirm, the mentally deranged.” The beasts too, of course, qualified as ‘dangerous’. Their savagery, stupidity, and attempts to earn more rights, defined them as monsters. A shrot and derisive noise emerged from his nostrils, it might be described as a snort. “I can pick locks rather easily.” The human dusted his fingers on his clothing. “I am not the type of danger that needs to be caged.” In truth, as it was all bullshit, he cared little about the logic in his appeals. It could contradict in whatever fucking way it wanted—he really didn’t give a fuck. It was better to win an argument than to lose, though.
His lips curled at their edges. It was amusing when murderers , the corrupt, and the idiotic, climbed onto their crumbling soap boxes.“I think you misused the word ‘ignoramus’. It’s a noun.” It wasn’t its fault that it could not comprehend such simple things. “I do not understand why a civilized human being must be tamed.” Stores did not sell collars for necks like his. It was her kind that was categorized beneath wildlife. The infected were even more worthless than the infected. The sly salesman just smirked. Some part of him could sense weakness. He would help this lazy deer accomplish her job. Tit for tat.
He had liked college. Learning was one way to increase profits. It had also been a nice break from days spent up to elbows in the offal of other animals. High school, with constant teasing for his dirty clothes and tired eyes, had been hell. “I wouldn’t think animals could speak—but being proven incorrect is part of life. “ While he rarely read anymore, partially because most novels disagreed with his views and that bothered him, Ezekiel saw little wrong with a worthwhile education. Anything without a foreseeable benefit was still a worthless piece of shit.
“You’ve called me worse.” Ezekiel’s reply was curt and immediate. He truly had no guilt about his tongue. Fifteen was a pile of worthless and incompetent bones. What purpose did holding his tongue to such a miniscule mouse accomplish? “No. I do not.” The maroon-haired man truly wished he owned a different Pokemon. When she did not whine about desecrating the dead, or harming living animals, he continued on about his business. The knife flashed. This organ would do good. “He’s the fifteenth Rattata I’ve had. Incompetent idiots.” The bait should learn to sit still and avoid being eaten.
Fifteen stared at Virizion and her question. Taking a hesitant step forward, still in awe at his new acquantice, it took a moment to reply. “Well, yah. ‘Course I do.” His head nodded with his master’s explanation. His mother, Fourteen, had been the last assistant before him. “It’s Ezekiel though, not Zeke, I kind of fucked up. “ His master disliked nicknames. “I always seem to do that.”
Blood splattered against the ground. Work went much faster, at least for Ezekiel, when he imagined driving the blade into the goddess’ gut.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 15:54:03 GMT -5
The goddess almost laughed.He wasn't dangerous enough to be caged? How absurd. Although the deer hated the man, he was an interesting creature. He often contradicted himself, but the goddess said nothing for she wasn't going to go back and forth with him all day. She had better things to do. "Are you not a thing?" She countered as she walked around the field, carefully observing what the human was doing to the deceased beasts. "Now, you're not very civilized if you must still kill wild beasts and scavenge their hearts in order to make a profit. Shouldn't that be a peasant's job?" She smiled, yet one should know that the goddess' smile didn't always define her happiness. More or less, her clever satisfaction.
She did not comment on the man's bashing of the rodent species. Many creatures could say the same for his own species. The goddess' patience was running thin with the conversation. The man wasn't killing anything of use to her, so why stand around? "It seems like you should have been capable of acquiring a more dignified occupation." She spoke softly as she moved away from the man, never allowing her back to face him. Ezekiel seemed like the type of individual to shoot someone in the back without warning.As if any apes could be trusted in the first place.The green cervid looked to the small ratata, it was a shame that he had been destined to serve such an ignorant, murderous ape. Virizion could do nothing to help the creature at the time for she wasn't in any mood to deal with the rusty haired human that watched with greedy eyes.
"I'm sure you haven't always been the lowest of the apes." She stated as watched as the fires began to slowly die out in the fields for there was nothing left for them to burn after several minutes had passed. "Talking."Thinking.tagged: Ezekiel " The Merchant" Harriswords: 339muse: okaynotes: don't reply until the end of the day : P
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