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Post by •Feline• on Dec 4, 2012 19:11:28 GMT -6
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Post by Annabelle on Dec 4, 2012 19:36:30 GMT -6
Lids covered my violet eyes. Long tail waved steadily, slight twitching under the concentration that I was in. I was in one of my meditation stat, collecting all the power that I could and storing it to be released later on. I was doing these states every day, even just for several hours. Nothing to major. I could do it for days, but because I was in the opening as opposed to being at my home in the cave, I did it for much less. Others could attack me. I had my senses up, my psychic powers acting as a sensing field.
But still, one couldn't be to careful.
I was near the end of my meditation. My body levitating over the grassy ground. When I felt that it was done, I opened my eyes. Getting out of the curled legged position that I was on. My toes soon touching the ground, large feet being buried in the lush emeralds that covered the surface of the mountain. The air was cool up here, and the clouds low that I could manipulate them to surround me. Narrowed eyes took in the sites that were already etched in my memory.
A movement to my left. My cat like head turned quickly as I raised my long arm and lifted the small Pokemon out of the grass. I could feel it wiggle and fight me as I brought it closer. When it was close enough that my nostrils prickled from the stench of it, I held it for a second. Suspended in the air using my powers, I turned it, constricted it, and then threw it away. It was only a bug Pokemon, a dime a dozen in some regions.
Facade raised and my pupils focused at the star filled sky. It was a clear night, many galaxies could be seen from the altitude that I stood at. My fists clenched, the balls that were my fingers hitting each other. My long purple tail flicked back and forth, but my attention was on the sky. Wondering what adventures and what kind of worlds are out there just waiting for me to explore them. And I could explore them. Once I make this place and all that it contains mine.
A rustle in the grass quickly made my head turn. A yellow and black body made its way toward me. Brow bones came over my large permanently angered eyes. It was a Raikou. A simple legendary Pokemon, one of the three legendary dogs in fact. At this moment I did nothing except for speak to it.
"Why are you here?" I asked the the electric Pokemon, violet eyes boring into the creature's orbs. My lips never moved, they never did unless I was eating something or decided to give an expression which was rare. Instead the voice came from my mind using telepathy. In my peripheral vision I watched the other Pokemon wag it's tail.
My long lavender coloured tail flicked back and forth in time with the yellow Pokemon's. Though mine was less pronounced. It was just a subtle twitch from side to side. Slender arms crossed in front of my chest, eyes watched the other Legendary with focus.
I was strange, and I didn't know what others thought of me. Probably that I didn't and shouldn't belong here. I was alien, something that should be alive. I felt myself getting angry, angry with my thoughts and to those who thought that way. It is why I separated myself. But I had recently come to the conclusion that I wanted more than just the cave I lived in. I wanted the world in the palm of my three fingered hand. No human would be able to capture us Pokemon, those who opposed me would fall to the same fate as the humans and their Pokemon. I don't care.
Eye pieces narrowed, ears twitched as the electric type spoke. "I enjoy the view. And yourself, old one?". Her tones were in a teasing one, but I ignored it and answered her with my masculine monotone one. "I come here for peace and quiet. It is a place for me to meditate, gain power while being able to breath the clean air and practice my psychic powers." I replied to her. A frown was on my face.
I sensed movements, more coming in the north. Quickly my head turned and I spotted the blue Suicune. So I have two of the three legendary beasts with me today. Would I be lucky enough to meet the third? Or their creator Ho-Oh? I could only be so lucky if that happens.
It's words entered my ears and I listened. "Mewtwo, is the news about the war hitting the region true? I have heard words about this from the regular Pokemon down below." So there already was word about the war. I could just shuffle it off, lie because I was good at it. But what was the fun in that? Even though fun wasn't a word in my vocabulary. I never had fun. I was never happy. "Of course the rumours are true. But the war is far off." I would spare the details. I hadn't finalized anything. And it didn't seem like they knew that I was going to be the one who would start this war. And finish it.
He spoke again. "I have seen more trainers have been searching for us though. We need to be on our guard." I paused for second before I replied to him "Of course people want to get their hands on us. Once they get their hands on us, they can control anything." I replied with the same tone I had used before. They would all die before they could capture us in PokeBalls. I would make sure of this.
ooc:// so I am kind of playing this out like before the war happened with the humans if that is alright. -- Your audition is accepted. Have fun with Mewtwo!
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lachye
Egg
"I move as fast as the lightning moves in the sky,"
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Post by lachye on Dec 10, 2012 3:28:57 GMT -6
Raikou was in the hills, watching some nice little Pokemon that were taking a shortcut through the hill. They were mixed around of different species. It was so nice to see different Pokemon coming together. The one thing that this Pokemon didn't like was the idea of the attack on the humans, that was crazy. Just because some Pokemon were treated badly by trainers, doesn't mean that others that tried to stop that from happening had to suffer. After that, alot of Pokemon started hurting each other, just like some humans did. This war was just sad. Now to see a friendly group of Pokemon, warmed the electric Pokemon's heart.
Then one of the pokemon sliped and started hurling to the ground. Raikou hesitated for a bit before jumping to save the little Pichu falling for it's doom. He jumped for the ground and landed a long time before the little pokemon. As the pokemon was about to hit the ground, the pokemon saved it from it's doom, and without any notice, it ran away before the shocked pokemon could see anything. Just another normal day for Raikou, just walking around saving pokemon no matter what type they were. Also trying to stop any who would want to hurt another. Him and the two others had to protect the pokemon that were weak. They are all pokemon to.
The pokemon was now at the top of the hill in a cave. This was it's home for the past 3 weeks now. It is very interesting. He layed down on his little bed that he had made out of straw, he hoped that there were no pokemon getting in to mischief now. He then placed his head down, and slowly drifted to sleep.
[/color] --your audition has been accepted! Have fun with your Raikou!
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pumpkin
Youngling
[M:-40]
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Post by pumpkin on Dec 13, 2012 11:33:32 GMT -6
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC It was not the dying that was hard. No, it barely remembered the dying. It was consumed by the flames so quickly, despite its advantage against the heat. It was coming back. It was being transformed, and suddenly feeling the water and the wind in the world. It was sensing the water that cried out to be purified, and the pokémon who suffered for its filth. It was being a part of the wind, feeling the breeze as it carried the moisture through the clouds and atmosphere. The sudden rush of awareness attacked the First with this unbound knowledge, nearly tearing it in half before surging up with soothing power to control, to temper the cries of the lakes plagued by filth, to quiet the rustling of the breeze. That was the First's burden, and so was it every Suicune's burden.
But it was one they bore contently. Especially this one, called Quilin by humans for generations; it had been around for the human war, and had sided with neither group. Their battling was incredibly insignificant, in the grand scheme of things; whether all humans were gone or not, the water still needed caring for. Quilin liked humans, honestly; they were clumsy, often dull-witted, and very often mean, but the same could be said of many pokémon, could it not? It stood on the outskirts of an old human town now, a rain storm washing away more and more of the structure and impurities alike. Quilin bounded in, its paws soundlessly moving across the streams of water flowing through the streets. There was too much here that needed fixing, purifying. It had become a fixation for Quilin, so it kept returning and trying to push for the city to crumble, though nature was doing a fine job of reclaiming the area. It wasn't that Quilin wanted to erase the memories of the humans, but... it was time for these buildings to change, just as the pokémon who used to live within them had. WORDS Idk! TAGGED N/A NOTES LOOK I FINISHED MY FINALS THIS IS HOW I'M CELEBRATING BOOP TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 --- Your audition is accepted! Have fun with Suicune!
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