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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2014 1:12:34 GMT -5
"Tabithaaaaa, when can we leave?" The Arcanine was loafing about the library lazily, stretched out across one of the couches on his back with his paws splayed in the air, head tilted back so far that it was hanging off the couch. "Tobi, you just asked me that ten minutes ago. Maria went home early, so let me just get the rest of these books put where they belong and we can go, all right?" The canine gave a bit of a mocking groan again, but he went quiet after that, slinging his legs back over until his hefty paws hit the floor and he stood fully. With a gaping yawn, he trotted towards the door to wait.
Suicune's hands slipped the books into the open slots where they belonged carefully, pressing them in until they were even against the spines of the other books on the shelves. There were only so many that needed putting away for the night. She had sent Maria home early for the night, insisting to the old woman that she could at least take care of this for the older woman. It was a bit of a later night to be going home on a Friday, but she didn't mind. Once the books were all slid into place, she flipped all the lights off and locked the doors tightly, "Ready now, Tobi?" "I was ready an hour ago, Tabby-dear." The canine leaned to nuzzle her head and blew hot air in her face like a playful puppy.
The streets were buzzing around with people of almost all ages, though mostly somewhere in the middle and younger end of the spectrum, but she assumed that was normal for a Friday night, heading into the weekend just after work ended. Dark had only just settled over the city and the street lights had flicked on. "Can we watch some movie when we get home?" The seven foot tall beast padded alongside her and nudged at her shoulder almost playfully, stealing the bag from her shoulder and holding it out of her reach. "All right, what do you want to watch then?" Granted, it'll be a matter of me not breaking the DVD player while trying to put the disc in. Tobi hummed for a few moments, "How about Three Musketeers? Just so I can make fun of it when Keenan walks in from work."
Suicune pulled a face at him. Tobi wasn't overly fond of Keldeo, and she wasn't going to berate him for it, even if his manner of going around it was...well, unorthodox to her. Not that it mattered. "Are you sure you don't want to watch anything else?" "Nope, that'd be the one." The wolfish grin on his face put a small smile on her own. The walk was a bit of a lengthy one, but cutting through the district of fun usually made for a quick exit from the city to the lake, where the home laid just on the other side. Not that neither of them didn't have the stamina for the walk. She dodged people carefully as she went down the sidewalk, not noticing Tobi had paused a few steps back, "Hey, Tabby... is that Keenan?"
"Hm?" She stopped and wandered back to him, peeking in through one of the bar windows past a small crowd of people. He was in there all right, but she didn't get why that was a surprise. "Well...it's Friday, he likes alcohol, why is that a surprise that he's in a bar?" The expression on the canine's face gave her slight cause for concern, and she furrowed her brow slightly when he dropped his tone, "...It's not the bar, Tabby. Under the influence and around several women?" The woman scoffed, "I know you don't trust him or like him, but there's no need to be like that." The Arcanine wouldn't stop staring through the window, however, and Suicune had to wonder what was so interesting. No, she trusted Keldeo. She didn't have a reason not to.
She'd find in a few minutes that she would've rather taken a different route home.
"Talking." Thinking.
Song inspiration was Feels Like Tonight by Daughtry. I may or may not have cried listening to that song thinking about them. ;; I also tried to keep this a little short, but a warning they may get lengthy when this starts to get feelsy. LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Mar 17, 2014 3:34:37 GMT -5
A hiss. The rustling of bushes. Dark shoes twisted on damp leaves. Silver lifted.
Blood splattered across calloused and cobalt fingertips. The gun, held steadily, erupted with a snarl of fire and dark smoke. Twice.
A mewl.
A whimper.
Little paws, tipped with pointed claws, seemed to beckon towards him. The Meowth, emaciated beyond belief, kicked weakly at the ground. Its bowels had loosened upon the grass. Teeth in its mouth, separated by bark, were now broken. It had tried to eat the trees. Doleful eyes, above a shattered spinal cord, lifted to peer at Keenan. Another strangled noise pushed its way free between sharp teeth.
Gods were not free from burdens. Pop! This time, with grey covering the emerald grass, the little animal stilled its struggle. Its head, half of which was missing, slumped listlessly into the earth. Turning away, leaving the body where it lay, the mercenary moved back toward town. His heart, like a ball of lead, felt like a crushing ball in his chest. The redhead could remember the faces of nearly everyone he had killed. Centuries passed and his memory remained the same. The Meowth would merely be one face in thousands. Death followed him. It hung over him, undeniable in its weight, likr Yveltal perched upon his shoulders. “I pray that your soul finds peace in heaven—“ His parting words, given above a quite
It was time to go home.
The familiar embrace of this tavern, made of wood and dark corners, had beckoned. The god was alone h The warm glow and smell of yeast were like tugging hands. The embrace of a mother’s breast.
Blood still lay caked beneath one or two fingernails on his right hand. His uniform, which clung tightly in places, had stains remaining. The green-leather stool creaked, letting out a sigh of cool air, as the water-type took a seat at a table. The faces around it ,ranging from a woman with an eye patch to a grumpy old accountant in Pravus. "What do you say to a bet, Keenan?" The redhead, sighing as his solitude was abandoned, moved toward the table. It was a game of money.
Cards were splayed out upon the table and ready to be dealt. The goat sat down, tankard in hand, and scooped up a hand. The group chatted amiably as time slowly passed by. The warm drink disappeared down his gullet. The brightness of his eyes had faded—the purification barrier was down. The poisons, better known as alcohol, was slowly flooding his brain. The movements of his wrists were slowly becoming sloppy. The fifth hand had begun, bets had been made, and ladies cluttered around the table. “Full house,” The words were a bit slurred. The cards, in black and yellow ink spoke the truth clearly. The man was pronounced the winner. The funds upon the table, a heaping of dollars and coins, were scooped into his lap. Waving sloppily at the barkeep, Keenan purchased a round for the entire tavern.
The serious man had taken a day off, or at the very least a night. Even Arceus had promoted a day of rest---it was named for him in the human calendars. It was not for months.
Turning slightly, frowning briefly at what may have been a familiar shape, he turned. Blinking, blaming it on the alcohol, he turned to another game of cards. Then, suddenly, his hands began to stumble; his strategies and attempts to fulfill them were obscured by drink. Cards fell from his fingertips. Again, and again, the game went on.
One round. Two rounds. Three rounds. Was that his third or fourth shot? Switch the game to black jack. Back to poker. Two people left. A bad hand. No matches.
"That was a game well met, madam. It appears I have been bested." Teal eyes, a bit dulled, lifted towards his opponent. The beautiful woman who had greeted him, known as Annalise, leaned close to his ear. "Well, Keeneeeen.." Her words were a blurred mess.The long-haired man and blonde had enjoyed one another company from time to time. "You'll need that money to please the wench of yours at home--" She sighed and pushed the coins. "I just want one thing."
Keldeo tilted his head, it was a large sum of money upon the table, and turned. "Whatever it is you wish, Anna, it is yours." Which likely explained why, he quickly found her lips pressed against his own.
Just like an infected, he was hungry for something new. Suicune was his beloved--but it was not as if it was quite a thrill. It was not wrong. Lips pushed back, briefly, and the human's lips were surprisingly cool. He was a musketeer, not a leashed and uncontrollable animal.
What was the issue with one simple kiss? [/align]
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 22:06:47 GMT -5
24 HRS PLEASE | SUICUNE | TABITHA SUSANNA ABBOT |
Suicune wished she had taken a different way home. It would have been different if she had never seen, if she didn't know, because the phrase “what they don't know won't hurt them” came to mind in the moments that she stared through that window, and watched something she never wanted to believe would happen. She watched. Her breath was still in her lungs. Her heart went without beating in her chest. She did not blink. Everything froze, moved in slow motion, perhaps a few seconds, perhaps a whole minute. She wasn't counting.
Suddenly, she was fighting for control.
Control over herself. Control over her anger, her temper, her pain, and the inevitable hurt that wormed its way into her chest. It took every ounce of her will to shove every instinct away that was screaming at her. Shift. Do it. She's touching your mate in a way you don't like. Do it. Let her feel the wrath of your teeth. No. No. That's not me, I won't... I'm not... She wasn't violent that way. She was protective, she hovered over the things she loved when there was danger to make sure they were safe, to make sure she wouldn't lose what she loved. It would hurt her if they were hurt. He wasn't being threatened. But it still hurt, what she was seeing. “I've never felt such pain.”
Red eyes were glowing, quite bright, and there was a mix of emotions there as she tore her gaze away from the windows. “Stop looking, stop looking. It's only going to hurt more.” And she forced the ice out of her limbs, broke it, and started walking at a brisk pace back on the path home. The Arcanine, who had been stunned silent not by the scene in the pub, but by the intense emotion that flowed off his owner, followed after her quickly. He kept close, listening to her angry, sorrowful mutters with flattened ears. “It can't be real, it...it can't be real.”
Suicune's slim hands fumbled with the keys, dropped them twice, but she eventually shoved the door to the home open. They hadn't moved in that long ago. Was this just a cover-up for something else? The blond's face flashed through her head as the door clicked shut behind her. She felt...everything. Angry, sad, frustrated, confused. She felt everything and nothing all at once, and she didn't know what to do. “Did I get myself involved in something I thought was good, Tobi?” She didn't look at the massive canine. She had started to cry. “Do I deserve this?” Did I do something wrong?
“Suicune...”
And then there was anger. Irritation. She left that little hallway, discarded her things near the couch. Tobi slipped over to it, laying quietly in front of it. Her trip to the bedroom was short, quick, and she reappeared with her half of the bed's pillows, a couple blankets. Her clothes for the next day. The TV was on. A movie of some sort. She wasn't paying attention. Her emotions blinded her and while she had every instinct to shift where she was and go rip a chunk either out of a tree or an infected Pokemon, she refrained. Despite the makeshift bed set up on the couch, she fell into Tobi's side. And she cried.
She didn't want to see Keldeo. She didn't want to hear him. She didn't want to smell him. In that moment, she didn't care if he existed or not. Perhaps the kiss meant nothing to him, but it meant everything to her. In so many ways. She was not controlling. She was not overbearing. She loved. She protected. It was her first relationship in this manner. She knew there would be mistakes. There would be bad times. Nothing as bad as this. She tried the best that she could.
But apparently she was boring.
And that hurt. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ [newclass=.suicune]background-color: #0d9ee1;text-align:center;color: #0d9ee1;height:100px;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.suicune:hover]background-color: #ae76e5;text-align:center;color:#fafafa;-webkit-transition: all .5s linear;-moz-transition: all .5s linear;-ms-transition: all .5s linear;-o-transition: all .5s linear;transition: all .5s linear;[/newclass]
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Post by Keldeo "Keenan Valero" on Jun 10, 2014 0:09:03 GMT -5
The lips tasted of cherry, strong liquor, and mortality. The latter was a strange taste—a quick burst of heat and a sputtering candle. Pulling back with a sigh, teal eyes narrowed just a bit, Keldeo refrained from verbally responding. Humans lived such short lives—just a blink to a god—it would be cruel to rebuke them for a harmless action of a few drunken moments. When they misbehaved grievously, such as harming a Pokemon, the musketeer reacted with brimstone and hellfire. Through the window he likely seemed unperturbed. The man leaned back on his stool, taking another sip from his shot glass, and went back to drinking. The shadow in the window, blurred by pulsating lights, was forgotten. A few drinks later, the effect of alcohol vanishing in moments, he rose from his seat. “I bid you adieu. Bien soir, mon ami.” Fingers rose to wave a farewell to the beings cluttered around the bar. It is a pity many of them will be dead before I truly feel that time has passed. Likely sooner. Protecting people and Pokemon was his duty, he would not be stopping such things anytime soon. Loafers carried him from the bar. The scent of purity in the air, the familiar smell of the legendary he held most dear, drew forth a moment of bewilderment. This path was the quickest to their new home in the bosoms of the ranch. She had to pass on her way home from work this night. Fingers went into his pockets. A knife was plain on his hips. In his mind that night, as some part of him was exhausted, was just silent solidarity in a shared bed. A god to share the fleeting seconds with. “It is back to the life of a prisoner—though I do not regret this ball and chain, fathers.“ He could hear the bellows of laughter from his eldest father—it was not meant for a musketeer to be easily snared. It was meant merely in jest. Love was beautiful. Ladies were to be cherished and protected—a special one even more so. Three wildflowers, lavender in color, hung from his hands. They were proof that their garden had finally taken root—it was not as if he enjoyed watching plants grow in tamed rows. He protected Pokemon, the wilds, and all things considered justified. Key slid easily into the lock. It twisted once. The door swung open. Jacket unbuttoned, tossed neatly over a hook, he briefly noticed the presence of her shoes upon the floor. “Tabitha—I am home.“ Fingers moved through his bangs to remove any damage the wind had done; the rippling mane of a stallion was less majestic on the form of a human being. Tap! Tap! Tap! His loafers were slipped off beside her own shoes. His dress shirt was removed as well to reveal a dark tanktop underneath it. Human thighs and calves rippled, bulged, and changed. A hoof replaced the left foot. Cobalt nails grew in on the right. The smell of salty water was strong in the air. Tears. Sadness. He could feel it. Some part of him wished to protect her like the white knight he was. “What is wrong, ma colombe?” Teal eyes were a middling shade and growing darker—this was prompted by anxiety and not irritation. She was upon the couch. Her pillows piled upon it. It would seem this would be my fault. “I appear to have been a somewhat errant knight—or our mattress has finally crumbled.“ Red eyes in a window. A feeling of familiarity—a distracting kiss. These things are sent to try us, Lord Arceus. Instead of being forward, as sometimes lying or avoiding the truth was the better option ,he stoppd before her. Muscular arms were folded over his chest and his gaze gentle. Claudius stood in the back corner. Keldeo ignored the presence of the dog beside his beloved--the thing was just a thorn in his side.
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