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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 15:39:21 GMT -5
Her paws dug into the snow, silver tails stretching out behind her as she padded through the park. It was rather pathetic that Pravus had to create the snow through the use of Pokemon to stir up any decent sentiment of winter. She didn't really mind it, though. She was out there alone, as she usually was, in her Ninetales form. It was better that way. No one would recognize her for who she really was: a dead traitor.
Malaika had slept in a sewer the night before, perched just out of reach of the nasty waters beneath, and clenched in her jaws was the plush doll that very much so resembled Lucius. She wondered where the male was, lifting her nose to sniff for him. There was nothing, though, at least for the moment. She watched from a distance as the other people played through the snow. And her paws moved as she sat, gathering the snow and bunching it, and she set the little Lulu plush on top. She gave him a snowy beard and laughed to herself.
Though, the vixen-formed woman mused to herself, "If he ever caught me with this, I'd be mortified..."
@okorihakuzo "Talking."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 20:45:54 GMT -5
[attr="class","nobl"] [attr="class","sndr"] oh mysteries of love, where war is no more @malaika | [attr="class","romg"]It had been such a long time.
So many long years. He was not the same person he had been when he was younger. He'd changed too much, gone through too many things. Since coming to Remoor, he thought he may have changed even more.
He had not thought that meeting Malaika again would be such a painful thing. There had been anger, blame, pain and regret. It had almost ripped apart the bond that had held them faintly together for so long. He was glad that things had been sorted out. He was no longer a loyal agent of Pravus. He fed information to them that was false, and had joined Malaika's underground Anti-Pravus gang. He thought that it was the best choice he'd made in years. For once there was no longer a deadening, heavy weight dragging him down. Dare he say he was being true to himself for once?
Limping across the snow, he was able to feel a faint satisfaction, and contentment. He was glad.
Right now he was in his Ninetales morphed form. His tails, as black as ebony, were carried above the ground, spread around his body to protect him from what wind there was. His front right leg was useless. He could not even hold it up. It dragged along the ground, frosted with snow and ice. He couldn't even feel it. The entire limb was completely dead. Bandages wrapped around it, sealed with special incantations to prevent the spirit sealed within from escaping. How much tragedy that had caused him! He could not even amputate the limb, but must live with it like that for the rest of his life. His eye was similarly affected. It had blackened and he could not see from it.
It was a small price to pay.
Other poke'mon, ice types, surrounded him, creating a beautiful snowfall in the false winter. It was rather pleasant. He had always loved the snow and cold. It made him feel close to the things that he loved, ironically.
Brushing past a few trees, he entered a small area of the park that was away from the rest. Snow fell down as his tails brushed against the leaves. It melted through his fur and cooled the hot skin underneath. Something, a familiar scent wafted past on the breeze. His ears perked up and a faint smile tugged at his muzzle. Limping forward, past a few more brushes, he came upon back of the snow-white fox laying in the snow, as beautiful as ever.
"Malaika." He called out gently, standing there amongst the brushes. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 13:41:20 GMT -5
It had taken time. Malaika had believed with every inch of her being that Lucius had been ignoring her, on purpose too. She had sent him letters, tried to get in contact with him, rekindle what flame there could've been left in their friendship. The fact that all of these attempts had gone completely unanswered had left her feeling...empty, alone, and, as much as she hated to admit it, afraid. She had never been so scared in her life as in the times after she had promptly used the war as an excuse for her death and escaped into the underground life. She had been so scared of being caught, tortured, and killed; perhaps more so of the fact that she hadn't gotten her revenge on Pravus. Her former husband and daughter were dead because of them, because of Pokemorphs like herself. She was scared she would go down without giving them the justice they deserved. Malaika's paws rested in the snow, blue eyes surveying the little doll in front of her. Strikingly like Lucius, just as she had made it, now with a temporary beard of snow. She was focused on it, having not smelled her closest friend and the man she so adored come closer to her, and at the tone of the voice, all of her fur stood on end and she leaped to her feet. Her tails splayed a little to hide the doll that was sitting on the small mound behind her. "Lucius." As far as she knew, he was unaware of the doll's existence. I would probably be mortified if he did...At the sight of the male, she could only smile. Nothing hurt anymore, for the most part at least, until she saw the blackened eye and the bandaged leg. She felt as though she could blame herself for that. That spirit had taken possession of her and he had given up an eye and a leg just to make sure it wouldn't kill her. The thought made her smile bitterly. "What are you doing here?" She left the doll behind and paced over to him calmly, extending her neck to give his cheek a loving lick. She gave a few to the injured leg, "How do you feel? You shouldn't be out here if you're hurting."It amazed Malaika how soft she was for one person. "Talking."Thinking."Pokemon talking."Tagged: @okorihakuzo Notes: blah Muse: good, bad, etc Words: ###
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