Broken Walls [Finn]
Feb 16, 2014 7:05:32 GMT -5
Post by tyrus on Feb 16, 2014 7:05:32 GMT -5
It seems like ages have passed since we've been here hasn't it Salisbury?
The "speaker" was a pokemorph of questionable origin, her dark blue fur and simple outfit didn't seem to match all too well given the location they were in. Milky blue eyes slid over some of the walls and tables that still remained standing in the area she had been wandering about. The pokemorph turned her loin-cloth shifting slightly and her T-shirt making a gentle swishing sound against her fur. A companion of hers sat not too far away looking over what appeared to be a half broken vase of old ages passed. With a dissapointed hiss of frustration the arbok gently deposited the vase back onto the pedestal that was near by. The vase teetered for a moment before lying still. The pokemon was slightly taller than the morph even if by a few inches, though he could shift how high he sat but the further and further he shifted the more uncomfortable it would be. The pokemon took a few moments before responding to the psychic pokemorph; his S's were accented by a long drawling hiss as per his kind.
That is hasssss... If I recall you were sssssstill looking for ssssomeone to come with you Tyrusssssss...
The morph nodded before putting her hand on one of the walls that was near; it was old and weathered much like most of the place. This part of the temple itself seemed in bad disrepair and she could tell that not many pokemon that lived in the area really came here. The morph sighed softly and rubbed her temples a bit before glancing at her companion who tilted it's head in curiosity. Tyrus shook her head before looking through a hole in the wall; some of the place had symbols and such doting the walls but this one was completely empty of markings which the morph found strange. She figured that it was probably due to the weather or the simple age of the place.
Why did you want to come here again?
When we were walking through the entrance a bit ago I felt.. Something spike inside, emotions happy feelings and the like. What's strange is that I was feeling mildly happy to be out of the Human cities but the moment I came into the local area I was just suddenly ecstatic. I didn't notice it at first but I found it kinda odd I'd be so happy...
The morph felt a smile tug at her lips; her facial muscles didn't work very well and as of late she was unable to talk completely thanks to more practice that she had undertaken while at home. The serpent pokemon slithered over to her and furrowed it's purple brow; it had been uneasy when they came into this location but it didn't bother him that he saw his "trainer" becoming a little more happy. She had been quite sour in the last few days after leaving the citadel for some reason; probably just due to the fact that she didn't like leaving carlo alone in pravus for too long. Though the dinosaur pokemon would forgive the morph Salisbury figured that the morph would take more convincing to forgive herself for leaving him there. He did ever so like places like this; though the walls here would shriek in terror at the pokemon with no problem running through some of the concrete walls back in the city. The morph put a finger to her mouth; the lopsided grin widening a little bit to show some of her fangs. The arbok felt a tugging sensation on his own lips and broke into a fanged smile before tilting his head again; he could feel what Tyrus was gently sending out. The psychic pokemorph knew how to broadcast herself decently without murdering both her head and giving herself one hell of a nosebleed now. Though the latter happened if she did it too long...
I can feel you around here, we're friendly and promise that we won't hurt or fight you.
Unless you're a rattata, Nothing personal I just like the taste.
Salisbury!
What!? I'm giving them a fair warning!
The morph chuckled and shook her head the smile growing a little wider before she stuck out her tongue at the snake pokemon.
Honestly what am I going to do with you goofball?
The "speaker" was a pokemorph of questionable origin, her dark blue fur and simple outfit didn't seem to match all too well given the location they were in. Milky blue eyes slid over some of the walls and tables that still remained standing in the area she had been wandering about. The pokemorph turned her loin-cloth shifting slightly and her T-shirt making a gentle swishing sound against her fur. A companion of hers sat not too far away looking over what appeared to be a half broken vase of old ages passed. With a dissapointed hiss of frustration the arbok gently deposited the vase back onto the pedestal that was near by. The vase teetered for a moment before lying still. The pokemon was slightly taller than the morph even if by a few inches, though he could shift how high he sat but the further and further he shifted the more uncomfortable it would be. The pokemon took a few moments before responding to the psychic pokemorph; his S's were accented by a long drawling hiss as per his kind.
That is hasssss... If I recall you were sssssstill looking for ssssomeone to come with you Tyrusssssss...
The morph nodded before putting her hand on one of the walls that was near; it was old and weathered much like most of the place. This part of the temple itself seemed in bad disrepair and she could tell that not many pokemon that lived in the area really came here. The morph sighed softly and rubbed her temples a bit before glancing at her companion who tilted it's head in curiosity. Tyrus shook her head before looking through a hole in the wall; some of the place had symbols and such doting the walls but this one was completely empty of markings which the morph found strange. She figured that it was probably due to the weather or the simple age of the place.
Why did you want to come here again?
When we were walking through the entrance a bit ago I felt.. Something spike inside, emotions happy feelings and the like. What's strange is that I was feeling mildly happy to be out of the Human cities but the moment I came into the local area I was just suddenly ecstatic. I didn't notice it at first but I found it kinda odd I'd be so happy...
The morph felt a smile tug at her lips; her facial muscles didn't work very well and as of late she was unable to talk completely thanks to more practice that she had undertaken while at home. The serpent pokemon slithered over to her and furrowed it's purple brow; it had been uneasy when they came into this location but it didn't bother him that he saw his "trainer" becoming a little more happy. She had been quite sour in the last few days after leaving the citadel for some reason; probably just due to the fact that she didn't like leaving carlo alone in pravus for too long. Though the dinosaur pokemon would forgive the morph Salisbury figured that the morph would take more convincing to forgive herself for leaving him there. He did ever so like places like this; though the walls here would shriek in terror at the pokemon with no problem running through some of the concrete walls back in the city. The morph put a finger to her mouth; the lopsided grin widening a little bit to show some of her fangs. The arbok felt a tugging sensation on his own lips and broke into a fanged smile before tilting his head again; he could feel what Tyrus was gently sending out. The psychic pokemorph knew how to broadcast herself decently without murdering both her head and giving herself one hell of a nosebleed now. Though the latter happened if she did it too long...
I can feel you around here, we're friendly and promise that we won't hurt or fight you.
Unless you're a rattata, Nothing personal I just like the taste.
Salisbury!
What!? I'm giving them a fair warning!
The morph chuckled and shook her head the smile growing a little wider before she stuck out her tongue at the snake pokemon.
Honestly what am I going to do with you goofball?
֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!