OF MONSTERS AND MEN [thundurus]
Feb 24, 2014 21:52:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 21:52:18 GMT -5
The swamp was a dangerous place, one that was not fit for mankind. However, the muskeeter was one to take risks when it was absolutely necessary. The place was riddled with mutated beasts, infected and normal alike. It was only a matter of time before the few normal pokemon that remained to be turned into ravenous, mindless beasts.
A human female, clad in a clean yet old fashioned kimono from a forgotten feudal era. Ruby eyes watched the wrecked scene before her, wondering if any infected beasts were going to come out of hiding. From a first glance, one might think the woman was a damsel in distress, however, she was more than capable of holding her own out in a world of monsters and men.
Virizion tilted her head back and looked up at the cloudy sky. "Un jour triste, n'est-ce pas?" (A depressing today is it not?) She murmured to herself in the French tongue. At least she had not sensed the cruel human Ezekiel lurking about, yet. She had come to a decision that the man, although ignorant, was doing some good by dragging the infected beasts out of the wilderness. It made her a job a little less difficult, yet she still hated the man. He was despicable.
The swamp was eerily quiet, causing the goddess heart to unsettle. How strange. Usually, some matter of beast would have jumped out now, eager to sink its fangs into the blood of the gods. Yet, all she could hear was the slight burble of the swamp's putrid waters and maybe even the distant howl of a pack of canines from the mountains.
Perhaps the world had chosen to be silent today. Having closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, the woman soon turned around, completely on alert. "Who is there?" The woman demanded, the beginnings of a sword manifesting in her hand, crafting from the same energy used to bring the sword known to the musketeers to life in her divine form.
She would prove that she was not the damsel in distress that she may have appeared to be in her human form.
"Talking."
Thinking.
(translations)
tagged: @thundurus
words: 380
muse: good
notes: hallo
A human female, clad in a clean yet old fashioned kimono from a forgotten feudal era. Ruby eyes watched the wrecked scene before her, wondering if any infected beasts were going to come out of hiding. From a first glance, one might think the woman was a damsel in distress, however, she was more than capable of holding her own out in a world of monsters and men.
Virizion tilted her head back and looked up at the cloudy sky. "Un jour triste, n'est-ce pas?" (A depressing today is it not?) She murmured to herself in the French tongue. At least she had not sensed the cruel human Ezekiel lurking about, yet. She had come to a decision that the man, although ignorant, was doing some good by dragging the infected beasts out of the wilderness. It made her a job a little less difficult, yet she still hated the man. He was despicable.
The swamp was eerily quiet, causing the goddess heart to unsettle. How strange. Usually, some matter of beast would have jumped out now, eager to sink its fangs into the blood of the gods. Yet, all she could hear was the slight burble of the swamp's putrid waters and maybe even the distant howl of a pack of canines from the mountains.
Perhaps the world had chosen to be silent today. Having closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, the woman soon turned around, completely on alert. "Who is there?" The woman demanded, the beginnings of a sword manifesting in her hand, crafting from the same energy used to bring the sword known to the musketeers to life in her divine form.
She would prove that she was not the damsel in distress that she may have appeared to be in her human form.
"Talking."
Thinking.
(translations)
tagged: @thundurus
words: 380
muse: good
notes: hallo