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Re: (ACE) The FARAWAY Team

Post by Guest on Wed May 22, 2013 5:43 pm

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Gwyn set everything down and looked at her two Umbreon escorts, confusion written on their faces as well. It didn't look like a struggle so where could everyone have gotten off to? Not one to leave an injured Pokemon to suffer she began to check over where the Arbok had been laying and spotted a slight blood trail. "It's not overly fresh, but it looks like she went this way. Maybe something scared them into hiding?"

Worried she went back over to the herbs and berries she had brought back with them and wrapped only a few into a large leaf and slung it over her shoulder like a satchel. "I'm going to go look for her. The rest of these should help you boys while I am gone so try not to lose them okay? I'll be back as soon as I can." Heading off in the direction of the bloody serpentine trail she paused for just a moment at the treeline and waved to Mond. "Take care of those paws while I am gone! That wrap should hold through tonight but be careful anyway!" She didn't want the little guy getting any more damage to those delicate footpads, but thankfully the salve she put on should help speed his healing. The berries she left certainly would.

Hopefully those guys found their other friends before something else did.

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A few minutes were passed in silence as the three of them stared dumbfounded at where they had left their friends. Thoughts were kept to themselves as the shock wore off and they attempted to rationalize the situation.

Until Gwyneira had gathered her wits enough to actually go invesigate, placing her load of healing supplies on the ground and walking over to where the Arbok had been. It didn't take her long to find something. "It's not overly fresh, but it looks like she went this way. Maybe something scared them into hiding?"

That's what I thought, too. The small body relaxed a little, a touch of relief seeping into his features. No one was coming straight out to tell him they were dead, so they must still be alive... right?

The relief was quickly wiped away when she stepped back over to them and proceeded to fashion a bag, taking a few of the medical supplies into it. Wait, what are you doing?

"I'm going to go look for her. The rest of these should help you boys while I am gone so try not to lose them okay? I'll be back as soon as I can."

His mouth opened to protest as his ears fell, a quiet whimper leaking out instead of the words he had wanted to say. She couldn't leave! They'd only just met! One of the first nice Pokemon he'd met since his sister, and she was already leaving! She couldn't! She couldn't go!

Because undead didn't care about promises like "I'll be back."

Numbly he watched her proceed to the tree line, and his ears lifted when she paused and turned, hope bright in his eyes. Was she returning...?

"Take care of those paws while I am gone! That wrap should hold through tonight but be careful anyway!" Her wave matched her voice; cheerful and light, optimistic. Mond's heart sank and so did he, sitting down on his haunches and staring as she left.

Now he had only Orique left with him. And if the others were dead or had somehow left, that meant Orique was all he had, period.

~~~

Colors and shapes were one to her. She really couldn't tell them apart anymore.

The tiny Espeon was easy to miss at the foot of the tree she had sprawled out at. Her fur was filthy, and even the bright sunset color of her eyes and forehead gem had faded; the gem smeared with mud and crusted with saltwater, and her eyes weathered by fatigue, by hopelessness and loneliness.

Her throat was so dry. The vegetation here was so lush, she'd been sure she'd find water. But she'd been so hungry that she hadn't been able to find water in time. Her stomach had slowed her too much.

Now she was going to die here. Oh well. Not like it was such a loss. She was one stupid kid; her life meant nothing. Her death would mean nothing.

Unless, of course...

Mondy...

If her brother were alive... that changed everything...

But really, how could he? He'd always been so much more fragile. It wasn't his fault, really. The way they'd been raised and his physical setbacks had made him this way. And she loved him because what did it matter if he were sickly or skittish? They were night and day. Quite literally.

But he was gone now, taken by that horrible storm. By the epidemic that had forced them to try to flee in the first place. And now she'd join him. Maybe the afterlife would be kinder than this one.

At this point that was all she could hope for.


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"It's great to meet you, Saphalom sir. It's a unique name." It was indeed an odd name, even to Saphalom himself. "I see no reason not to trust others until they've done me wrong." The gible started the venture first, parting the undergrowth and starting into the forest. The dusclops continued after her. 

"Why thank you, Lotta." He said, thankful for her kindness. "That is a good belief you live by." Saphalom picked up his pace and walked ahead of her, speaking along the way. "I shall lead the way, to keep us from getting lost."

Finding the trio's general direction was easy enough, but for him to find their exact direction he had to close his eye and concentrate. He still remained aware of the world through a minor psychic sight, allowing him to still travel the land as he pursued their destination. 

It was easy for the ghost to pass through the foliage, for his body simply faded through everything in his way. So he kept an easy pace so his more corporeal escort could keep up. His eye remained closed, so he could focus upon the presence of the distant trio. 

The walk was not too rigorous, not minding the persistent undergrowth. The duo was still near the coastal parts of the island, so the earth was quite flat and did not slow traveling too much. It is usually within the inner areas of the jungle-like island that everything becomes uneven and thickly vegetated. They walked most of the distance to the others within just a minute or so after leaving the clearing. The travel was also quite undisturbed, with no undead to be encountered. Of course, that would likely change by nightfall, or once the local predators caught some living scents. Maybe he should stay around and defend these people? He has had no real cause to follow under, since he left Unova. 

While they were still far enough away from the clearing that they would not be heard by the trio, Saphalom broke the silence with a calm conversation. He continued walking along the way.
"You can walk ahead of me now, if you want Lotta. Your companions are about half a minute away now in this direction. And, it would probably be best if you introduced me first so I do not scare your companions. I was considering accompanying you all for the night, if I am allowed to of course."
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Re: (ACE) The FARAWAY Team

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All the trees looked the same. The thick shrubbery all looked the same too. It tugged at his fur and obscured the short Pokemons path as he trudged along. The forest seemed to blend together into one green and brown mass of leaves with nothing to break it up. No buildings, no proper mountains in the distance, no great lakes. Just trees. Trees and trees. Trees that looked familiar now after wandering through them for so long. Yet the now vague look of the previous trees he had seen still lingered in the Eevee's mind. This was not the same forest he had been in. No, he was not somewhere familiar with ferns, bracken, and birch trees. This was a completely different forest and it was a complete and utter mystery to the kit how he had come to be in it.

His dark, glazed eyes blinked slowly and listlessly. Their was nothing interesting for them to see so the Eevee's sight blurred to obscurity. He was simply pressing forward through the undergrowth mindlessly, going on for the sake of going on. With no purpose moving him and no real desire to go on it must of been instinct pushing him forward. Or longing somewhere deep within that he can not feel. His tail twitches slightly while it drags on the soft ground, breaking the sliding note it had held. With a blank mind he rounds another shrub obscuring his path. Nothingness.. The forest seemed endless and empty.

Heavy-pawed he pressed forward. Was there anything here? Anyone..? Suddenly it seemed so quiet, the sounds of leaves rustling and distant birds drowned out in an unnatural silence. He felt so very alone. But Im always alone.. No one ever seemed to want to be with him. And Eevee's are 'beloved'. A knot tightens in the kit's stomach and his head hangs a bit lower. That wasn't his life. That was never his life. With a slightly bigger puff of air then his normal breath he quicken his pace ever so slightly as if trying to flee from his own thoughts. There had to be something around here. Even if it was one of those demons at least it would be another moving creature. At least he wouldn't be so.. alone.

With each step he took the Eevee's dim hope of other life forms only faded further. Endless trees, was that all this place had to offer? No life other then plants, no one to talk to, nothing to heal the loneliness in his heart. The chocking, drowning loneliness.. Long fingers clenched cold around his heart, making it feel pain on top of the numbness. Then he stops. The Eevee's fallen ears give a twitch of life as a foreign noise enters them. Words. "-I am allowed to of course." A voice? Eyes opening the slightest bit further and with a small gasp his ears twitch upward more. Was his brain playing tricks on him? Was this a lie from his mind to make him feel better, that someone was here with him? What if.. it wasn't? The tiniest bud of hope worms its way in his cold heart that feels like no more then a poke in the chest. A dent in his fur caused by a strong wind. Nothing really yet it existed. The little Eevee turns his paws toward the sound and moves forward mindlessly.
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"I shall lead the way, to keep us from getting lost." she had nodded, diligently following the phantom through the flora in hopes of reuniting with the companions. In respect, the dragon stayed silent through the trip, watching in minor awe as the ghost simply phased through all the obstacles in his way. Consciously, she looked down to her tangible hands, wondering what is felt like to be able to simply...walk through everything. It would make travelling a lot faster, that's for sure. She mused, ducking under a tree branch and avoiding a protruding root. She perked up immediately at the Dusclop's voice.

"You can walk ahead of me now, if you want Lotta. Your companions are about half a minute away now in this direction. And, it would probably be best if you introduced me first so I do not scare your companions. I was considering accompanying you all for the night, if I am allowed to of course." she smiled and nodded. "Of course. Thank you for escorting me, I'll go ahead and introduce the others." with her reply, she carefully bounded forward, parting away the thick grass. She could smell the scent of her friends nearby, and she carefully poked her head through a bush, catching a glimpse of the familiar dark pelts the two Umbreons had.

"Orique?" she called out, gently, as she stepped into the clearing. She looked around for the Sneasel that had accompanied them earlier--where had she gone? "I have found shelter on the island. It's a nice cavern--uninhabited by any undead." she explained. "I also met someone new. He's a Dusclops, he means no harm. He aided me in finding you both--and he'd like to know if he could accompany us further." she gave a smile, motioning towards the bushes that she came from. "He's currently over there, since I came ahead to introduce him."
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Post by Starbits on Fri Jun 07, 2013 10:14 pm

(Fffff nothing's coming to me. Skip because all that happened was Mond shrank against Ori's side and looked at him for guidance and Sonne hissed at Slyke like she was gonna kill her. Ceecee, Slyke's gonna have to just go against Sonne's wishes and take care of her anyway because there's no way Sonne'd allow her to help. You've got my permission though. XD)



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"Of course, thank you for escorting me. I'll go ahead and introduce the others." Saphalom followed Lotta as she traveled the rest of the way to her companions. But he only traveled close enough to hear the group, yet still remain completely hidden from their sight. It was there that he waited as she went on ahead. He listened as she greeted her companions. As soon as Lotta was finished introducing him he came forth to meet the group himself. 

The tall ghost emerges slowly. Instead of phasing through the foliage, he tangibly pushes it aside. He draws his hands to his sides nonchalantly to display his peace towards the two dark eeveelutions. One of them already seemed nervous enough, as it hid behind its kin before he even entered the clearing. "Thank you, Lotta. And Greetings, umbreons." He gives a small bow, in respect to the courtesy of the group. "My name is Saphalom. I apologize if I seem intimidating, but I wish no harm to neither the both of you nor your friend Lotta."

Saphalom's hands move as he talks, cusping his hands. "Anyways, would either of you mind me staying in your company for the night? As a ghost, I do not need to rest and shall be able to keep watch for any Undead."

While he asked them his request, Saphalom realized that the group was three members short. The sneasel, archeops, and arbok Lotta mentioned earlier were not present. It was possible, though, that they could be out hunting. And asking about their whereabouts would likely unnerve the two dark pokémon in front of him. They seem far warier than their friend is.
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Walking further the Eevee began to wonder if it had only been an illusion of his mind. Step after step he can not find the source of those words or any sign that they were nearby. There are sounds that might of been voices but he can not catch any direct words making them no more then noise in the trees. Looking listlessly through them the scenery had yet to change making his eyes merely wash over it. With such a dull picture he could of easily missed the owner, if they existed. Blinking hard he tries to remove the glazed feeling in his eyes but it refuses to lighten up. With a small sigh he continues on with his blank stare. I guess it doesn't matter. If he didn't have something interesting to look at what was the point of clear sight?

Rounding a tall fern he swears the voice has returned. Its too muffled, the constant banter of rustling leaves blocking the words. Maybe someone was messing with him? That didn't seem unlikely as it happened to the Eevee more then his fair share. I make it too easy for them. Yet.. if someone was just pulling a prank on him it still meant someone was there. He wasn't being crazy after all! The chatter of leaves angles his long hanging ears. Was that more then just a breeze? A longing aches deep in the kits heart. His paws move him forward, forcing his way through the undergrowth that was often much taller then him. If someone was taking their time to mess with him maybe they wouldn't chase him away.. The Eevee whines softly to himself, oh to be with someone again!

Short and bored by the plant life he could of been running in circles. The sounds around him could of been his own, like chasing his tail in a just greater setting. It could of all been a lie until he heard it again. At first its too distorted by the shrub he clambers out of but as soon as it settles the voices rings clear, and close. "-to keep watch for any Undead." Keep watch? Was someone hurt or tired? Unless this Pokemon was talking to themselves there had to be more then one! The little Eevee's heart bounces in his chest while Butterfree float in his stomach. Other Pokemon. They had to be living, why else would they keep watch for the undead? There was safety in numbers, maybe they would let him join!

Just a few more feet and he can scent them. Around the next shrub and he would be visible, they would be visible. Swallowing hard his throat suddenly feels very dry. What if they didn't accept him? He was weak and creepy, offering nothing to a group no one stayed around him for long. Things were different now but so were the Pokemon that remained. Heart thumping hard in his chest he pushes through the last bit blocking him from the others. He had been searching for company long enough.
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"Anyways, would either of you mind me staying in your company for the night? As a ghost, I do not need to rest and shall be able to keep watch for any Undead." the Gible looked to the two Umbreons for an answer, offering a small smile of support. She hoped that they wouldn't mind the ghost--he had been good company during the short while that they had walked together. Admittedly, the dragon was starting to grow a little fond of the Dusclops, he wasn't rude or demanding, nor was he overly mischievous or a prankster like most other ghosts she had encountered during her time. She wondered what it was like to be a ghost, to be given a chance to 'live' again. I suppose it would be a blessing or a curse depending on who it's given to. She looked up to the spectre. I wonder if he had a past life.

She stiffened a little in alarm when she scented another in the clearing, shoulders raised and limbs frozen in place as her eyes darted around. The dragon clutched her scarf nervously, claws stroking the strands of fabric in an attempt to calm herself, listening for noises. There was a soft rustling, and she had turned just in time to watch a drooping, brown fox emerge from the foliage. His eyes were dark and hollow, almost lifeless, and his posture seemed weary--no, scratch that, he is weary. Concern almost immediately lit up on Lotta's face, completely disregarding the thought that the newcomer may be an infected as she took a few steps closer. "H-Hello, are you alright?" she asked, hesitantly, as she stretched out a welcoming hand. "My name's Lotta, what's yours?"
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While he was awaiting Orique's response, Saphalom came to realize that there was a fifth being nearby. It was so small that he had not noticed it until it had come close enough. Just as Lotta came to realize the stranger, he also turned to acknowledge it. What he saw was an eevee emerging from the foliage. It was drooped with fatigue. To him, the eevee seems to be desperate to have found them. However, he was more interested in the intense negative emotions which radiating from it. Emotions were usually the first thing he saw in people, being a ghost. The eevee seemed harmless enough, having thoroughly exposed itself to their presence.



He stood there patiently, allowing Lotta to take the initiative. His gaze became less piercing as he resigned himself to simply observing how the situation would unfold. There was no need to overwhelm the eevee with introductions yet. And there was always the possibility of it being Undead.
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Mistake. The word echos through his mind and bounces about in his brain the moment he passed the threshold. Regret fills him but he can not retreat now, it is too late. Heart tight in his chest the weak bodied Eevee stares at a blue shark thing with wide, dull eyes. It wasn't the scarfed one that shocked him but the all the darkly colored Pokemon that accompanied her. Two were his kin, Umbreons of all things. It had been so long since he had laid eyes on another of his species it was seemed surreal. The other Pokemon was a ghost, frighteningly and threateningly tall compared to the puny normal type. His gaze locked on to its large red eye, sending a cold wave down is spine. Ghosts.. half the time he felt like one; avoided, misunderstood, a shadow to all others. Dead. The weakness in his legs make them twitch and feel as though they would buckle at any moment, unable to support him.

"H-Hello, are you alright?" Was he.. alright? That was not the question he had been expecting and by far he was not. His heart hurt and ached hard, paws whined to stop moving, and body was so conflicted between joy of finding others and terror of being so close to them. The possibility of messing up again and getting chased away.. With it all going on what was he feeling? Im tired.. But he was always tired. A hand extends and instinctively the Eevee takes a step back in fear, his tail brushing into the very shrub he had appeared from. "My name's Lotta, what's yours?" The second question only drives the fact he hadn't answered the first into his brain. Already he was making mistakes. It wouldn't be long before they wanted to get rid of him.

The name question. That question. Was it asked for simplicity of use, honest curiosity, or care? Did she actually want to know his name or just have something to call him by? Did he.. even have a name to tell her? His owners had all called him by his species, never giving him anything unique. Already he can feel his breath coming faster, mouth dry and opening to speak but no words come. What could he say? An awkward amount of time has already passed since the question was asked and he has to say something. "Im.. so lonely.." His voice is very soft, as though it hadn't been used in a long time. That wasn't what he had expected to say but it seems to work as an answer to the first question. That was how he was feeling. Slowly his eyes fall to the ground, "Loneliness.." The word comes reluctantly to his lips. It always stung to remember that word, to know why he could never let it go. Why it burned in his heart why he would use it on himself.
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"Anyways, would either of you mind me staying in your company for the night? As a ghost, I do not need to rest and shall be able to keep watch for any Undead." the Gible looked to the two Umbreons for an answer, offering a small smile of support. She hoped that they wouldn't mind the ghost--he had been good company during the short while that they had walked together. Admittedly, the dragon was starting to grow a little fond of the Dusclops, he wasn't rude or demanding, nor was he overly mischievous or a prankster like most other ghosts she had encountered during her time. She wondered what it was like to be a ghost, to be given a chance to 'live' again. I suppose it would be a blessing or a curse depending on who it's given to. She looked up to the spectre. I wonder if he had a past life.

She stiffened a little in alarm when she scented another in the clearing, shoulders raised and limbs frozen in place as her eyes darted around. The dragon clutched her scarf nervously, claws stroking the strands of fabric in an attempt to calm herself, listening for noises. There was a soft rustling, and she had turned just in time to watch a drooping, brown fox emerge from the foliage. His eyes were dark and hollow, almost lifeless, and his posture seemed weary--no, scratch that, he is weary. Concern almost immediately lit up on Lotta's face, completely disregarding the thought that the newcomer may be an infected as she took a few steps closer. "H-Hello, are you alright?" she asked, hesitantly, as she stretched out a welcoming hand. "My name's Lotta, what's yours?"

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I don't feel well.  

His stomach was hurting slightly, and he felt dizzy.  

What was wrong with him?

He laid down, desperately trying to control his own body's reactions.  What was making him ill, anyway?

As he stared blankly ahead, he realized his fur was shimmering.  

What the...?  

And then suddenly all went black as a powerful psychic force finished what it started, and moved his body elsewhere.

~~~

The human seemed so kind, speaking with the same voice she used for Mond whenever the Umbreon was frightened or sick.  She moved slowly enough, and didn't seem threatening.

Which of course meant she was a really good actor, and the tiny Espeon steeled herself, prepared to bite.

That was when she noticed her body was glowing.

Am I dying...?  But people don't glow when they die...

Unless she was hallucinating, which, considering the circumstances, were entirely possible.

And then the glow engulfed her, and she was gone.

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Post by Gliscor on Sun Jul 28, 2013 12:18 pm

The sudden shift in time that had torn the enormous bat from his kingdom had been met with feral hissing, snarling and heavy swiping at an untouchable though essentially non-existent foe. Gliscor was furious. Not content with taking out his anger on an enemy he could not see, let alone touch, the Harbinger turned his sights to a small group of creatures below.

Vermin.

His lips curled back into a snarl revealing large, blood-tipped fangs hungry to fulfil their purposes of extermination. This wasn't his Unova, but Gliscor would be damned to see his future lands overrun with these abominations of nature. But as he glared down on these unsuspecting rats, the Harbinger witnessed a duo vanish into thin air. It shocked and infuriated him, the pleasure of taking their lives himself now robbed from his snapping pincers. Nothing would take the others away from him.
 
Dive-bombing onto the scene, spiralling from the skies like a rabid missile, Gliscor targeted the ghostly species and met with him a powerful, highly-charged Night Slash. His entire decaying body tore through the dusclops' own, pincers effortlessly slicing their way to the creature's epicentre as the rest of the bat's form followed at an alarming pace. The ghost didn't even have time to scream. He couldn't have possibly foreseen the sudden, brutal fate to befall him. 

Blink and the collision would have been missed entirely.

Torn into two wispy shreds rendered motionless as the blood spurted violently between the separating halves, Gliscor stood in a small crater within the gory shower. It rained over him, pooling around his guilty pincers and twitching talons until the corpse's sections collapsed, fading away in synch with the crimson spray. The dusclops had died in milliseconds whilst the triumphant Harbinger stood smiling, temper quelled by the latest dose of violence injected into his marvellous life.

The onlookers' expressions only delighted him further - so much so that he had a change of heart. There was no rush to kill them now. He wanted their deaths to be as sudden and unexpected as the ghost's. He wanted to feel their fear spread and simmer to perfection over time. But make no mistake, Gliscor would be back to finish the job.

Grinning, he suddenly launched himself into the skies, expertly catching the wind and gliding soundlessly into the distance beyond.
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Post by Dandelion on Wed Jul 31, 2013 8:01 pm

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Mistake. The word echos through his mind and bounces about in his brain the moment he passed the threshold. Regret fills him but he can not retreat now, it is too late. Heart tight in his chest the weak bodied Eevee stares at a blue shark thing with wide, dull eyes. It wasn't the scarfed one that shocked him but the all the darkly colored Pokemon that accompanied her. Two were his kin, Umbreons of all things. It had been so long since he had laid eyes on another of his species it was seemed surreal. The other Pokemon was a ghost, frighteningly and threateningly tall compared to the puny normal type. His gaze locked on to its large red eye, sending a cold wave down is spine. Ghosts.. half the time he felt like one; avoided, misunderstood, a shadow to all others. Dead. The weakness in his legs make them twitch and feel as though they would buckle at any moment, unable to support him.

"H-Hello, are you alright?" Was he.. alright? That was not the question he had been expecting and by far he was not. His heart hurt and ached hard, paws whined to stop moving, and body was so conflicted between joy of finding others and terror of being so close to them. The possibility of messing up again and getting chased away.. With it all going on what was he feeling? Im tired.. But he was always tired. A hand extends and instinctively the Eevee takes a step back in fear, his tail brushing into the very shrub he had appeared from. "My name's Lotta, what's yours?" The second question only drives the fact he hadn't answered the first into his brain. Already he was making mistakes. It wouldn't be long before they wanted to get rid of him. With lifeless slowness he blinks in confusion. Something was.. off. Did you ask that twice? Do you really care to know?

The name question. That question. Was it asked for simplicity of use, honest curiosity, or care? Did she actually want to know his name or just have something to call him by? Did he.. even have a name to tell her? His owners had all called him by his species, never giving him anything unique. Already he can feel his breath coming faster, mouth dry as it opened to speak but no words come. What could he say? An awkward amount of time has already passed since the question was asked and he has to say something. "Im.." He starts only to be stopped by an amazingly bright flash of light. Turning his eyes away from it he looks back only to have a frosty chill sweep down his spine. The dark pelts of the Umbreons were gone! With a half-gasp the Eevee takes a single step back. What.. did I do that? He swallows faintly.

But it could only get worse when he was around. Something dropped right out of the sky, shielded from view by trees and lost to his weak eyes as it plunged right through the quiet ghost type. The roaring crash of the newly formed crater reached his ears moments after the warm spray of blood dappled his pelt crimson. The thick scents of blood and death swamped his senses as he turned to the Gliscor, the putrid undead looking down at him. Fear dropped heavy in his aching belly petrifying the Eevee who believed his death was next, a thought that was almost as comforting as it was horrid. The Harbringers terrifying grin was enough to make his tired legs feel like jelly beneath him but in the same flash it appeared the beast of a Pokemon took off, leaving the group down yet another member.

With his entire body shaking the Eevee forced his dull gaze to shift back to the blue dragon before him. "I didnt.." He stammered with a faint voice, "I didnt think.. my curse would.. do this.." The words came broken and jumbled, a hollowness inside swallowing the Eevee as he took a few more tentative steps backward back into the fern. Branches stabbed at his hindquarters but he felt nothing. Nothing but the loneliness and sorrow he had just caused. "Im sorry.." The words come reluctantly to his lips. He didn't want forgiveness or deserve it. I didnt mean for this to happen. His eyes looked into hers for a moment longer before falling to the ground, partially red fluid already seeping thickly from them.


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Re: (ACE) The FARAWAY Team

Post by Min on Thu Aug 08, 2013 7:55 am

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"Im.." she listened as the normal-type began, but yelped in surprise as a bright light shimmered from behind her, whirling around to see the Umbreon's body enveloped in a white aura. She stared, confused and bewildered as the dark-type vanished in a flash, without a single warning. "Wait!" she cried, stumbling haphazardly towards the spot where the fox once stood. Panicked and desperate, she began to part the leaves and foliage around her in an attempt to find the survivor. "Oh no no no..." she whispered, stepping backwards and clutching her temple with her tiny hand as she shivered. "Where did he go? Surely he couldn't be too far from where we are--right? Mister Saphalom sir can you de-" she turned to the ghost-type in question, her sentence abruptly cut off as a massive, grotesque beast dove in from the skies. It's large pincers effortlessly tearing away at the Dusclop's spectral body, merciless. "N-No!"

Blood splattered everywhere, the Gible visibly flinching and stumbling back as a few stray specks hit her face. The child was petrified, eyes wide in horror as her breath grew slow, ragged as her claws clutched the fabric of her scarf. Her throat gurgled, pupils dilating as her gaze slowly traveled to the fox. Her leathery tongue licked at the the droplets that had landed only a millimeter away from her lips. "I didnt..I didnt think.. my curse would.. do this.." Lotta struggled to keep herself under composure, the thick, bitter scent of blood tempting her mind and instincts as she took a few, careful steps to the Eevee, whom collapsed to the ground. "W-We..." she stammered, body shaking in attempts to stop herself from completely lunging at the final survivor, sinking her teeth into his flesh. "...need to get out of here...c'mon."

She took a few steps closer to the foliage, remembering faintly the way back to the cavern she had discovered. The gritting of her teeth was audible, feet anxiously tapping at the filthy earth. "I...have shelter...follow me."
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Post by Dandelion on Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:47 am

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He wouldn't meet her gaze but the Eevee felt, or thought he felt, the sharks eyes burn straight through his fallen form. Slowly his tiny paws curled a bit closer to his muzzle, a failing attempt to hide the shame his brown fur radiated. How could I of ever thought... that being with other Pokemon would be a good idea.. With unneeded death and disappearances he didn't know what to think and could only squeeze his dripping eyes closed. A tiny noise sounded above him but the Eevee didn't notice, even as the drops from his Rain Dance began to soak his foul-splattered coat. "W-We..." The trickle of raindrops through the leaves hid the sharks voice near completely from his long brown ears. "...need to get out of here...c'mon."

Looking up to her the Eevee could only offer a slow blink. She's not yelling at me? She was still going to accept him knowing that this torment could soon be upon her as well? His listless red-brown eyes could pick up the subtle trembling of her stout body. Anger or sadness? It was uncertain. Carefully the fox picked his way back up on to his paws, watching that he didnt step on a thorn. What was her name again? I think she said, Lotta. As Lotta turned and left, muttering, "I...have shelter...follow me." He stared after her before attempting to follow. Making sure he had his footing before cautiously padding after her the Eevee heard a grinding noise that sent shivers down his spine. Definitely anger. Why the Gible was still being friendly with him was an udder mystery. If its some sort of trap, I guess I can go willingly. He deserved any pain she wished upon him anyway.

Silently taking a deep breath the Eevee tried to keep pace with his new companion. Rainwater had soaked through his pelt, chilling his spine though his body had already been feeling cold. "L-lotta," He attempted another apology as his pathetically soft voice nearly caught in his throat. "I.." To say those words again he feared would bring out the rage in the Land Shark. Without thought they changed to something else. "Sorry about the rain." The drizzle hummed in the trees but he hardly took notice of it as they walked even as it dripped off his whiskers. He could stop the move but a sorrowful feeling inside said otherwise. Besides, it would mask fresh scent of death.
The forest felt so endless, the same foliage he had seen for the past several hours, yet Lotta knew where she was going. At least he hoped. The fox stayed quiet for the most part, not the best conversationalist and fearful of the sharks wrath. Eventually he felt the need to say something to her, a worm of worry that she would drift away due to his silence cropping up in his mind until random words blurted from his mouth. "What kind of a shelter is it?"
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Re: (ACE) The FARAWAY Team

Post by Catalyst on Fri Sep 06, 2013 5:12 pm

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The trees filtered a pale, dull light. A large canid, leaning against a tree, looked up from the grass. Emerald eyes scanned over the ground, spying his human partner laying on the ground, seeming in a slumber. The Zoroark had little understanding why this human could sleep so well, despite the haunting things around him.... Why, right now, there was a corpse by his foot, yet he slept soundly. Eztli blinked, the human's booted foot twitching and touching the body, making it move. A head rolled on it's broken neck, eyeless sockets leaning to seemingly glare at him. In disgust, he looked away. Surely this human couldn't have soundly resting in such a horrific world. His eyelids dryly slid over his bloodshot eyes, his optical nerves stopped stinging.

A coo came from his right, a little more than a croak.
"You should rest more. You wouldn't want to ruin your... precious eyes~" Eztli, feeling ice starting to freeze his veins, slowly opened his eyes. It was odd to him that his caretaker had never acknowledged his uncle; not even once. He figured Alex was not one to address anyone he didn't care for. The scroungy Typhlosion wasn't in any need of help... superficially, at least. Eztli looked up to glare at him. The old man laughed at him.
"My dear boy, you know your immature looks don't intimidate me~ You're not an adult, you're a monstrous little child~" Eztli sighed angrily, not saying a word as he turned away. His uncle chuckled deeply, assailing the young adult's ears. Eztli's chest started to constrict as he replayed what his uncle said in his head. A monster... exactly.... White teeth glinted as Eztli yawned, trying to fight off the enormous amount of exhaustion his limbs carried; he was like a bag of lead. He closed his eyes, feeling the lids droop....

After a long while, he opened his eyes, and jolted in slight surprise at the eyes glaring at him in the bushes. For excruciatingly long seconds, he stared at the blood red eyes, and they stared back. Eztli's breath quickened, afraid it may attack him, or maybe Alex. It grinned a sinister smile, and it disappeared into the bushes. Before the fox could comprehend, he heard a scream. Not bothering to wake Alex, the Zoroark got to his feet and stared off into the distance. He ought to check this out.... Slowly, he crept through the brush, his face peering from behind a tree. He saw a dead body of a Dusclops laying on the ground. Not very significant; he saw other corpses far away from this one which were rotting by now. The pungent smell of the dead wafted across his path, and he smelled the blood. It was fresh, unlike the blood he usually picked up the scent of; everything dead smelled foul to him. Although it was fainter, now, as he felt the sky starting to cry. Shuddering from the scene, he noticed two other small pokemon walking away. To his astonishment, they were living, not like the walking dead that he saw every moment of the day. He saw the eyes in the bushes again, and it stared at the young survivors. Eztli barred his teeth in disgust, seeing a Liepard creep out of the bushes. It's skin dripped bloody puss as it started to stalk the unsuspecting children, the boils on it's form sickly. Corrupted images came to mind, disgusting and unwanted.
"It looks like the little dears are in trouble.... I wouldn't want those darlings to get hurt by that monster~...." As if by magic, his uncle appeared right next to him, peaking out from the brush. The furry old bastard was uncomfortably close. Eztli growled ferally at him.
"Keep your distance, old man." The Typhlosion did his usual haunting snicker.
"The little Eevee.... It has fur like you do~... So silky looking~" Eztli felt something inside of him break, and he felt his breathing hitch. His vision blurred and his body started to tremble as his muscled burned. Trying to contain his anger, Eztli pulled on his chains on accident, and this fueled more fear. His brain rushed, and it started to go numb from loss of control. Not thinking, he ran out to attack the Liepard, who was transforming into something much more than an infected; it looked demonic. Running out to tackle it, Eztli made a dive for it. As he missed the apparition, he rolled, and turned on his paws. Being skilled in battle, this was a simple mistake which he could quickly recover from. It seemed to back off, and it quickly scurried into the bushes. Eztli roared in anger as his prey started to run away, and he darted into the bushes after it.

Alex jolted awake, and hurriedly looked around. Eztli wasn't anywhere around him, and he was sure that scream that just woke him up was his. He got up, hearing angered yelling of a more human voice, his translator working properly in his ear. Eztli charged into the small side-clearing clumsily, panting and breathing raggedly and almost... fearfully.
"Eztli, Eztli, chill," Alex quickly got up to gesture at him to cease. The Zoroark grunted and looked at him, still disturbed. He seemed to calm down slightly though. Alex continued, "It's ok, nothing's around. I'm sure whatever scared you is running off by now." Eztli visibly shook, but then he groaned as his muscles cramped from utter exhaustion. Falling to his knees, he shifted so he was sitting again. his chains clinked loudly as they hit each other and the ground. Eztli felt tears forming in his eyes, but he immediately dismissed them with a blink. He was so savage.... So uncontrollably savage.... ...How can this man retain his sanity when everything is crumbling around him?... He must be the strongest human alive.... Alex kneeled in front of Eztli's blurried vision.
"You should sleep more. Your eyes are bloodshot." As if he didn't already know. The Zoroark wouldn't bother to tell him about the children, he didn't need to know something so minor. Eztli simply nodded; he'd try to fake sleep more.

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(OoC: Just getting them established. Next post they'll run into the others by wandering away from their original spot. By the way, the brown text is his uncle. And it's italicized to show there's something off with it. It's a hallucination, so he's not actually talking. Just clarifying.)


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Re: (ACE) The FARAWAY Team

Post by Snitch on Fri Sep 13, 2013 1:12 am

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As the cool rain beat down against his haggard body, the giant Fearow had gradually begun to lose altitude keen to find shelter and a moment’s rest on land. It was a risky move for Crane. He was comfortable in the air, able to manoeuvre his skeletal frame in fluid and almost elegant motions; but on land he was vulnerable. His intimidating stature was a hindrance, leaving him sluggish and awkward as he stumbled to safety. But it was a risk worth taking. He was tired, flying for Arceus’ knows how far following his accidentally separation from the group back in Viridian. The rain saturating his sparse feathers was only another sign that it was time to rest.

Descending from the kingdom of now-darkening clouds, Crane looked down upon an island of mainly forest. There were few openings within the trees, rippling ponds and patches of lonely land that reminded him of his unfortunate situation. He was alone. It bothered him more than he’d like to admit. In death he had been alone, consumed by a silent darkness that seemed to draw on for decades. The solitude frightened him and with the momentary peace amidst a group of survivors, Crane was reminded exactly how desperately he longed for company.

Before he could comprehend his actions, the charred avian had landed.

Enlarged talons were sunk into the moist ground, subconsciously clenching and unclenching to cause ugly ripples in the peeling skin of his legs. His stature was crouched, huge wings providing support as the bony tips were planted firmly on the ground; balancing his disproportionate frame as he looked blankly down at the pool of blood which had lured him to the scene.

Crane was vacant; single, glazed eye staring intently at the cooling liquid as if hypnotized by its movements in the rain. The scent had evoked something sinister in the usually docile creature, catching the mind off guard to leave the bird momentarily trapped inside the body of a monster. He was numb, completely oblivious to his desolate surroundings as pure instinct fuelled the sudden movement of his slender neck, hooked beak now dipped into the crimson liquid. Crane remained rigid, motionless save for the gnarled sack covering his deformed face slipping forward to extinguish his vision. The Fearow remained locked in that position for several minutes, only granted his freedom as the smell faded away – smothered by rainfall.

Crane returned to reality with a start, jerking backwards at the sudden darkness of the sack. The material fell back into place, though the bird threatened both his balance and delicate bones with the sudden movement. Fortunately, he caught himself. Breathing heavily as his vision returned, it took another moment of hyperventilating before Crane fathomed exactly what he had been doing. The blood dripped rhythmically from his beak, the depleted puddle sloshing about his claws provoking a panicked screech.

What have I done?!

Heart racing, the Fearow hurriedly backed away desperately scanning his immediate surroundings. He was alone, the sole predator with a mysterious pool of blood at his claws. This dissociation had happened only once before, briefly when he had suddenly found himself draped in the remains of a species he couldn’t even identify. This couldn’t be happening again.
“Breathe,” The command was a whimper, the bird struggling to quell his fast-rising terror. The last thing he remembered was being in flight, contemplating a landing stop by a nearby water source – then everything went black. It was like awakening from a nightmare, yet he knew he wasn’t dreaming. “Oh, Arceus... I’m… I’m so sorry,”

He had to escape. The air was suddenly constricting around his throat, the Gods no doubt trying to crush him for such crimes. Ho-Oh had saved his life, brought him from the recesses of Hell so that he might make amends and become something pure – and this is how the blessed re-paid him. Crane was disgusted at himself, gagging as images of murders he couldn’t remember committing flashed cruelly before his remaining, red eye.

He was scrambling away now, pitiful as he tried and failed to return to the skies. His wingspan made such sudden assent beneath the canopy impossible, feathers snagging and tearing on creeping branches, forcing him down to repeatedly crash into the awaiting ground. He covered some distance, but simply no height. He was thoroughly grounded, a shivering wreck as fear tightened its grip on the bird’s fragile mind.

Bursting through a hedge he had failed to register, leaves spraying around the bedraggled avian, Crane froze as his eye locked onto two small and very much alive figures. Oh no…
“No, no, no,”
The Fearow, the very picture of undead splendour, backed away submerging himself in the half-destroyed hedge and unwittingly ensnaring himself. It was no hiding place, merely a trap as the fearful bird lost his balance. His leg was thoroughly entangled in a mass of vines, thorns chewing at the fire-damaged skin visible beneath the sparse patches of charred feather. The struggling sharpened both the pain and panic.

Eventually he fell still, unable to halt his trembling as he looked down upon the pair of survivors. The dragon-creature’s species was a mystery to Crane, but her companion he recognised as an Eevee. He effortlessly dwarfed the duo, even as he was left half-cowering amidst his leafy prison.
“Don’t come any closer,” For one so feral of appearance, Crane’s voice was remarkably sophisticated. He spoke eloquently, clearly despite the quiver evoked from his current mental instability. He avoided the duo’s eyes, craning his head away so that they were faced with only the side of the grimy sack – it was for their benefit. Crane knew how unsettling his appearance was and had learnt quickly that it was best to avoid eye contact.

“Please… Just go,” Crane could not conceal the sorrow seeping into his tone. He had prayed for company, the opportunity to help survivors in this cruel world, but he had arrived at this island and done nothing but kill. He was a danger to those he sought to save. It hurt, but Crane realized it was for the best. He would never escape the virus’ clutches. It was suppressed, numbed, but as he had quickly learnt only dormant. “…I’m sorry,” No one else will die because of me…

(( Just a little clarification, Crane is unstable as fuck around blood. The smell reawakens the once-infected side of his mind and he simply can’t control himself. Simply put, he’s just not there. He can’t remember anything when he’s in this state of mind and so he panics upon 'awakening', terrified of what he may have done – in this case, thinking he’s killed someone. ))
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Re: (ACE) The FARAWAY Team

Post by Min on Sat Sep 14, 2013 9:29 pm

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    Lotta was thankful for the sudden downpour. Despite the cold that pattered onto her blue scales and the water that splashed with every step she took, she had never been so grateful of rain. With the rain came new scents, a peculiar freshness that washed away the lingering odours of blood and gore that she and the Eevee were traveling away from. She heaved a pleasant sigh. Extending a single, tiny hand to catch a few of the droplets, and motioned with her other hand to pick up her dragging scarf, only now remembering that it was trailing ungracefully behind her. The Gible spared a disdainful glance down at the now-filthy piece of cloth, but shrugged as she decided she could probably wash it later when she found a nice pond or lake.
    "L-lotta. I..." the dragon turned her head slightly to gaze at the fox behind her, while still keeping her sights fixed on the path ahead. "Sorry about the rain." she blinked in surprise, not expecting a sudden apology, and for the rain of all things. The Gible's lips curved slowly into a warm smile, shaking her head with a short giggle.
    "There is no need to be sorry for the rain, if anything, I'm quite grateful for it!" she chirped. "In honesty, I should be apologizing instead...I'm afraid I have a rather difficult time keeping myself under composure when there is blood around me." her smile faded only slightly. "So I apologize if I happened to frighten you or make you uncomfortable in any way." directing herself back to going back to shelter, she took a slight turn to the right, recounting her steps.
    "What kind of a shelter is it?" the Eevee asked, causing the Gible to look back yet again. She paused for a moment, before answering the fox. "It is fairly simple. A small, but still considerably roomy cavern carved into a quiet cliffside. I took the liberty of lining the earth inside with soft sands, although I'm not entirely sure if they're still warm." she furrowed her brow. "Although I'm sure I could simply use another Sand Tomb and create a new layer on top, and then we could dig out shallow nests as beds." her grin returning to her cheerful expression, she suddenly froze when the bushes rustled near her, stumbling backwards in a mixture of fear and surprise when a positively massive bird emerged from the flora, before he too stumbled back to where he came from.
    “No, no, no,” It was a surprise to hear the Fearow, one the child was sure was undead, speak. His appearance was intimidating, even monstrous as his size made him easily tower over the Gible and Eevee. His feathers were in disarray, burnt and charred flesh exposed on his body while a bright crimson eye stared out of what seemed to be a bag on the avian's head. “Don’t come any closer,” she was taken aback to hear a voice so...polished emitted from his beak. Especially from a Pokemon that looked so far into the stages of infection. “Please… Just go,” despite the plea the dragon took a step forward, noting the sad tone in his voice as she gazed up at him with curious eyes. She felt concern bubble up inside her, followed by a sharp pang of guilt as the Fearow muttered an apology. “…I’m sorry,”
    "There is nothing to apologize for, sir." she mumbled back, clutching her ruined scarf against her chest as she spoke with a warm tone, although still very much cautious of the stranger. Despite every alarm bell at the back of her mind setting off, telling her to flee from what seemed like a hideous abomination, the Gible stood her ground with determination. She couldn't possible turn her back on this bird, no matter what it's appearance told her, and she definitely couldn't abandon someone who spoke with such pain in their words. The fact that this Pokemon could speak despite being in what she assumed was an undead state had also caught her attention, causing the child to wonder if the Fearow somehow became cured, or perhaps he had grown a resistance, maybe even an immunity, towards the disease?
    "M-My name is Lotta." she managed to stutter out, the warm, genuine smile returning to her lips. "I do not intend to harm you in any way, sir...it's a pleasure to meet you." she fidgeted, trying to think of what to say. "It...won't be a good idea to stay out in this rain any longer. If you'd like, you can come with me to shelter--it'd be easier to converse there, as well." her gaze traveled to the bushes that the Fearow had stumbled into, hesitating before speaking again.
    "Do you, um, require any assistance? You seem to be a little...tangled."
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His lifeless eyes went a bit wide with surprise at the females reply. She wasn't angry at him in any way but actually thanked him for the rain. An uncomfortable jolt trailed down his sodden fur, the odd feeling of gratitude unknown and almost unnerving to him. "It is fairly simple. A small, but still considerably roomy cavern carved into a quiet cliffside. I took the liberty of lining the earth inside with soft sands, although I'm not entirely sure if they're still warm." "A, cave?" He murmured softly, mostly to himself as a repetition of she had just said. A great deal of the Eevee's time had been spent in caves or similar structures. Dark, dank places were little sunlight made its way. Places for a creature like me.. Was the Gible trying to put him in his place? I guess thats alright.. That could be a kind gesture, he supposed.
"Although I'm sure I could simply use another Sand Tomb and create a new layer on top, and then we could dig out shallow nests as beds." Sand Tomb? The Eevee felt his breathe catch in his throat, making it difficult to breathe as he dryly swallowed. My tomb? This shelter was starting to sound like a sort of hell pit yet he couldn't turn his paws away from the Shark he was following. "It might, stick to us since were wet. The sand, I mean." Speaking at the ground his eyes were turned upward toward Lotta's face. Her cheerful tone couldn't pacify the growing fear spreading through his belly. He didn't mind the thought of getting coated in scratchy sand but each thought about a cave that popped into his mind was worse then the last.

Suddenly his low hanging ears quivered and twitched as they picked up a sound that did not belong with the patter of the rain. The rattle and crash of the shrubbery was nothing compared to massive shape that came from within them. As his long ears press tight to his head the Eevee took a few steps back, not fearful of the Pokemons sheer size but bedraggled and generally undead appearance. Moving a bit closer to Lotta, having her body more or less shield him from the creatures view, even if it was tall enough to see over her blue form, the fox turned his glazed eyes toward it. The sound of its words, so clear yet so unnatural, sent chills down his sodden spine. While Lotta spoke to the Fearow he could only focus on the grungy sack upon its head. It shifted slightly and a cold wave of fear caused the rainfall to grow much heavier.

Huddled behind Lotta the Eevee suddenly wished to be in the cave despite all the ill feelings it gave him. It wasn't the bird itself that terrified him but the awful feeling from it getting the same invitation he had. Lotta hadn't made an acceptation for his creepiness, but genuinely welcomed them both despite their unnerving appearances. Favoritism.. Distance.. Corruption.. With a deep breathe he tried to follow the Gible's lead even if he didn't want her acceptance to be split. To go against her was to lose her.. Unfortunately, he did not know what to say. "I, I can.. help?" Creeping back out from behind Lotta the Eevee tried to keep his tired gaze on the birds head even if he could not see through the covering. Was the bag stuck?


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Post by Catalyst on Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:24 pm

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Silently, the fox looked past the bloody brush, his glazed eyes scanning the clearing. It was gone.... It was gone, for sure.... Eztli didn't understand. He couldn't comprehend why Alex was so damned calm. His chest rose with an intake of air, and he grimaced; the air was pungent with death. He looked to his caretaker, avoiding soaking his emotions into his expressions. His human was looking elsewhere, perhaps in thought....

Alex was indeed in mild contemplation, estimating the situation. Eztli and his visions were getting awful, and really quite a burden. They couldn't be efficient if this sick buffoon was attacking every hallucinated animal. Couldn't it tell they weren't real? The focus of his mind shifting to his... ill friend. Glancing eyes evaluated the fox's true emotion. ... Yeah.... No matter how hard the stubborn thing tried to hide it, Alex knew it was scared.... Closing his eyes and giving a soft puff of breath, he stood up. It was really quite... pitiable and pathetic.

Eztli could feel the faux emotion he displayed. Like the bastard actually cared about his fear; he never did. 'Get stronger,' he'd say, 'Get over it and move on.' ...
As Alex looked into the clearing, his beastly partner did the same. They hardly minded the rain as it grew heavier. It'd be good to get clean of blood anyway. Eztli looked at everything in the fog-dimmed light as the rain whispered to him.... A thousand little wisps and sighs of negativity. His eyes caught focus on a bush, and blood swirled with the rain, and then finally plopped off.

"... Shall we get going?" Eztli looked to Alex, who looked back. Sharing a glance with one another, the beast nodded in agreement. There was no point in staying here; they had their rest. Blue eyes looked to the numerous corpses on the ground, the rain still taunting him; Arceus's tears, as he always thought of them. He was forsaken, surely.... That's why he wept on him in disappointment.

    Alex pushed his way through the resisting brush, and his boot kicked the corpse from earlier but he hardly noticed. The fox didn't want to move, but he had to. Heaving his form up with his atrophied muscles, he started to walk. Damn chains for making quadrupedal movement near impossible....
"You better get scurrying along, boy~" The fox again felt his flesh turn to ice from the voice, but he crawled forward. The rain was droning voices now, he barely noticed. The unnatural, nauseating snickering of undead caught his attention now; as if someone took their voices and put them into g-major. His skin prickled as he followed Alex to his best capability, the giggles finally starting to probe his brain. Why are they laughing?... Why?... ... Stop laughing.... Stop laughing at me....

"...I'm sorry"

Eztli's head echoed with the avian's voice, and it eventually died into a whisper.
I'm sorry.... I'm sorry too.... The large canine looked up to see a huge crane as they walked toward the smaller group. He felt almost intimidated, yet this pokemon had a light that was familiar.... There's a lot the eyes of a creature can tell you.... Eztli felt his chest rumble, the whispers still scattered, but dying. His chest loosened the constriction, not feeling bound anymore. His mind flashed back to the feeling of being restrained and unable to move, and he froze completely. No, push it away. Push it away. Silver chains clinked as he tried to move, his heart and mind silently going wild as he felt tied. Calm the fuck down, you're fine. he weakly convinced himself, sensing his uncle nonchalantly scuffing along until he was next to him. Damn him.... Why was he always around?... Why is everyone so calm?...
"Greetings," Alex spoke, his words calm. They were a distance away from the others, but it was better that way. The Zoroark's attention shifted to notice his master. The asshole didn't even give him time to or warn him to put up an illusion. Dick. "You said you have a shelter? My partner and I need a safe place from the infected, and we'd be willing to assist as protection." Pretentious dick, you sound so selfish. Eztli internally growled, but nevertheless waited for the other pokemon's response to his self-absorbed caretaker.


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