Violet City || Nightfall | Raining || 29 | 1
The purest of rage. The fear. The overwhelming pain.
"W̴h̶y̵ don'͞t̴ yo͞u ͜AS͜K͡ ̷H͜I͢M!̕?́ ҉H͠OW ̴M͜AN͏Y̷,̴ D͘O҉C̢T̴OR?͘! ̀HOW ḾA͞N͘Y ͘OF͠ Y͏OU̕R LOVÉD͟ ͝ONES HAVE ҉D͟I͡E̴D̵ B͞Y YO̷U͝R͟ HANDS҉?"
The Abras' facade of calm cracked a little as he listened to the resting legendary by his side. The eldritch abomination...his roaring words buzzed in his frayed mind like a nest of angry hornets. His amethyst eyes fell on the masked hound before him, staring back with...something in his blood-red eyes. Something that nobody should touch. Ever.
Panic scratched and clawed to get out of his lungs. The screeching, howling thing that was the source of the ever-pounding beat of four roared before him with bared fangs.
Madness that raped the essence of a once pure and beautiful creature. Raped it until there was nothing left. That was what he was looking at. His fur began to stand on end on the nape of his neck. Painful chills swept through his already broken body.
"................-tor?" He shrunk as the muted voice suddenly snapped on. The houndooms' mouth was moving yes, but....something was wrong with it. HE was wrong. The Doctor swallowed hard as he tore his gaze away, decidedly resting his gaze on the window behind Hannibal. "Pardon?" He muttered.
Hannibal grinned easily, allowing the beaten Abra to soak in his illusionary features. He fed on the horror and subconscious fear that the poor thing dripped with right now. A few scant creatures were able to see through his illusions, and nearly all of them had died at his hands. Even powerful psychic types were often oblivious because of his absolute mastery of the craft, but there was something different about this one. The Doctor had somehow picked up on it right away it seemed, and it made his heart flutter in excitement. This little fox had extraordinary senses, beyond what he had seen in the longest of times. He couldn't measure how much he longed for a complex mind to love and pry apart.
"It seems like you have endured much, Doctor..." His crimson eyes moved over the bloodied creatures' grave wounds before sliding his penetrating gaze to the Doctors' face. "Are you ready to tell us what happened?" His Sinnoan accent flowing smooth and seductive as silk.
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