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| Topic Started: Apr 18 2013, 09:06 AM (210 Views) | |
| Vulpix Windchimes | Apr 18 2013, 09:06 AM Post #1 |
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Rayquaza
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Word Count: Summary: Reward: Where blood and metal are frozen deep, In the icy scar, a shadow does creep. Veins frozen solid, eyes without sight, A shambling creature who shows no might. But be wary, traveler, of this siren's call, Or it will be the ice that brings your fall. "Ready to get away from this now?" "I'll be happy if I never see it again." Edited by Vulpix Windchimes, Oct 23 2013, 08:01 PM.
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| Vulpix Windchimes | Apr 19 2013, 03:11 PM Post #2 |
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Rayquaza
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Russ Macwilliam, Geffrey White, Duncan Mallory, Perce Nye, Madilyn Macdermott, Alene Thorburn... I was trying to memorize them all. It was stupid to think I could. It was stupid to be standing here in the icy fog, my hood pulled up in a vain attempt to fight back the chill as I let my eyes run over the names again and again. This obsession was killing me, this focus on people I'd never known. Not that any of my other obsessions were healthier. They were everywhere I turned. Things I wanted, was willing to dedicate long months--long years--to getting, and things I wanted, with all my burning hatred, to destroy so completely and utterly that not even a shred of them survived. Years ago, I'd taken my first step with my new starter pokemon at my side, never expecting what would happen to me. I left without telling them again. The thought flickered across my mind, and I sighed, watching my breath swirl from my mouth to join the fog. Of course I had. Old habits were painfully hard to break. They'd forgive me, I was sure, as long as I came home in one piece, and there wasn't much left here that could cause me trouble beside the risk of slipping. I looked at the names of the fallen soldiers again. Bethany Haskell, Rylee Maciver, Darryl Clifford... Pain burst from my palm, a pain I've long grown accustomed to. I still swore at the sudden jolt and rush of heat. I fought the urge to squeeze my hand into a fist and pulled my glove off instead, letting the bare skin make contact with the freezing water suspended in the air. I didn't even feel it with the fire pulsing under my skin. All this time, and sometimes I still wonder, just a little, if I'd rather have suffered the injuries from the burning than have this. The strange dream that pulled part of the fire out to make a Flame Orb almost seemed to wake it worse, as if I'd really been given more of the foreign energy. It didn't matter, in the end. I was changed. I was a canvas to be painted on, and there was no way to remove the brush strokes that had been made. Gold, red, and purple... I heard something, some distance behind me. I'd come out here alone, with no pokemon at my side, and had been standing here in silence for time I didn't care to measure. Maybe the sudden sound should have made me tense, but that was a 'should' I'd long abandoned. Instead, I remained as silent and still as before, listening and trying to ignore the burning pain that showed no sign of ebbing. "Come away oh human child, To the waters and the wild, With a faery hand in hand. For the world's more full of weeping, Than you can understand..." I recognized the song, though it sounded strange. The voice was little more than a distant whisper, and I should not have been able to make out the words. Yet, I heard them. In fact, it was more like I felt them, like when I felt the Aura voice of a pokemon resonating through me, and they were laced with a strange sorrow. I'd never known if it was normal to sometimes taste just a little of the emotion behind the words when someone spoke in such a way. I'd always felt it had to be; I've never been an empath, and the only time I felt that little taste was when the words were spoken so powerfully that the emotions would be obvious from tone alone. It didn't feel like sensitivity, but more like being force-fed. Here, however, it seemed less like it was being forced and more like this feeling was intertwined with each word, incapable of being pulled apart from them. And, still, it was verbal. I could hear the whispers and knew that's where the words were coming from. The sorrow still wove its way through me. Sorrow, pain, loneliness. This deep desire to reach out and find out that there was more than just more fog, more silence. "Where the wave of moonlight glosses, The dim grey sands with light. By far off furthest roses, We foot it all the night. Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances..." I didn't realize I'd shut my eyes at first, or that the painful burning in my hand had finally stopped, replaced by cold. I slipped my hand back into my glove once I noticed, but I didn't open my eyes. I felt my voice lifting, mingling with the song. "Till the moon has taken flight, To and fro we leap. And chase the frothy bubbles, Whilst the world is full of troubles. And is anxious in its sleep..." The feelings only intensified when I joined in, coiling around my bones and leaving an unnatural chill. The cold of the valley was nothing compared to what I felt with each word that left me, and yet I couldn't stop myself, not until I'd used all my breath singing out into the dark and fog. I heard myself collapse. At least, that's what I thought I heard; it was a sudden, sharp sound of impact with the ice. I couldn't feel anything but the chill in my veins, and soon I couldn't hear anything, either, fading into silent blackness. |
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| Vulpix Windchimes | May 24 2013, 10:11 PM Post #3 |
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Rayquaza
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Warmth. No. Not warmth. Heat. Fire. Burning. Rushing over my skin. I couldn't move, couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything but the consuming fire. I'd thought I wasn't supposed to be able to burn anymore... "Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead. You crazy, reckless mortal, I swear to every last deity of every plane of existence that if you're dead I'll kill you." I collapsed. I'd been standing? I was on my hands and knees now, though, and the feeling of fire was gone. I was soaked and chilled to the bone, and I coughed up icy water that I didn't realize was in my lungs. I hugged myself, only able to shiver as I could do nothing but listen to the voice ranting loudly above my huddled form. "You are so, so damn lucky I was in Misthenge. You can't rely on reality twisting itself to save your sorry ass every. Damn. Time. You do something this stupid!" A rush of heated air blew past me, warming my body and evaporating the water. I still sat there, aching and drained, but I slowly allowed myself to look up. Looming over me was a figure covered in black feathers, wings on her back wide open behind her and purple flames flickering around her taloned hands. She had on clothing that matched her plumage: jeans, leather jacket, chain belt, and a T-shirt with a skull image in its dead centre. The bird-like humanoid clicked her beak, familiar bright green eyes meeting mine with a clear look of frustration. "...Hi Raven." Those eyes narrowed sharply as my cousin continued her rant. "That's all you have to say for yourself? You have been spending far too much time with your borderline-suicidal friends. Bloody hell, woman! This isn't the freakin' dream world!" I felt her talons dig into my shoulder, and winced as she yanked me onto feet that weren't prepared for standing. My legs buckled and nearly sent me crashing to the ground again, but she held me up until I had some semblance of balance. "Come on, we have to get the hell out of here." I tried to stumble after her, but I hurt all over and I was having trouble focusing my vision when I moved. After nearly planting my face into the ground, I stopped and looked around. I shouldn't have. I was in the middle of a gallery. A grisly gallery. If I'd had the strength to throw up, I likely would have. Living things--or formerly living things--were encased in ice all around me. Most of them were pokemon from the general area, but some weren't, ranging in species down to a handful of recognizable starters. Every last one was in a standing pose, but with a relaxed posture and their eyes shut. The dawning horror of what fate Raven had just rescued me from was interrupted when she yanked so hard on my arm that I thought my shoulder was going to leave its socket. "Come on!" I was half-dragged after her, attempting to follow without hitting the ground again as she pulled me along, out of the sprawling gallery and into a long tunnel. Tunnel. That's when it hit me that I'd been in the icy valley before now. "Where are we?" I croaked, my throat protesting being used. Raven didn't stop moving, or even look at me as she pulled me further away of the lit gallery and into the darkness of the tunnel. I wondered, vaguely, if she had night-vision on top of her other powers. "Under the valley," she said. "Under all the ice, water, and all the swampy muck that used to be there before the war. And this isn't the Diglett Tunnels, either." She looked back at me, her glowing irises the only thing I could see clearly by now as she hissed, "We're in a freaking den, Celeste..." I knew that, thanks to looking at the other 'trophies' around me, but I still shivered at her words. Maybe I was just trembling from fatigue at that point. However, fear for myself came and went in that moment as something more important dawned on me. "What about...What about the other...?" I started coughing. I was still alive. Maybe some of the other victims were, too. We were just leaving them back there, in the gallery. I could hear Raven click her beak when I'd stopped coughing. She wasn't letting up on pulling me through the tunnel. "They've been there a lot longer. They're dead." There was no emotion in her voice as she said that. I felt a flicker of anger run through me, and with it came a bit of strength. I dug in my heels. Raven was stronger than me, but she clearly hadn't expected the resistance and stopped in her tracks. "You don't know that." She couldn't have known how long the other victims were in there, and pokemon were stronger. If I could survive freezing, they could, and I wasn't going to leave them to die if there was a chance. I felt a sharp yank on my arm and I didn't bother holding back my pain-fueled curses. My cousin hadn't even bothered trying to argue with me, just simply kept pulling. I found myself trying to squirm out of her grip, furious, but that was a lost cause. I wanted to scream at her, but I knew I would have simply collapsed in another coughing fit if I tried. What I didn't expect was for Raven to let go on her own, though I barely had a moment to realize it had happened before she had me in a one-armed bear hug, her hand across my mouth. She hissed quietly in my ear as I felt her wings wrap around us both like a feathered cloak. "Don't sing. Don't try to sing, hum, or anything. If you so much as tap your foot, you're on your own. I'm not thawing you out again." It was then that I heard it, the whispering song I'd heard in the valley, that lonely feeling winding its way through me. I couldn't tell what end of the tunnel it was coming from, and I had a feeling, by her standing still like this, neither could Raven. I could hear her panicked-sounding breathing and my own heart beating in my ears. Even with the revelation of what had been done to me, the emotions that fueled every last whispered word still washed over me, and I found myself trembling anew. "Where dips the rocky highland, Of Sleuth Wood in the lake. There lies a leafy island, Where flapping herons wake. The drowsy water-rats, There we've hid our faery vats. Full of berries, And of reddest stolen cherries..." I swallowed, trying to fight the chill in my bones, and the fact that my heart was being filled with that desperation of the singing voice again. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking all the more violently. Part of me, an insane part, wanted to try to struggle away from Raven and run, and I couldn't say whether my intention would be to go toward or away from that voice. "Come away oh human child, To the waters and the wild, With a faery hand in hand. For the world's more full of weeping, Than you can understand..." "Celeste," Raven breathed, her voice just barely audible over the singing. "Please, please tell me you brought Ama and Yomi..." Edited by Vulpix Windchimes, May 24 2013, 10:11 PM.
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| Vulpix Windchimes | Oct 23 2013, 08:06 PM Post #4 |
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Rayquaza
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Perhaps I should explain who I am. What I am. My name is Celeste Hunter. It's my mother's family name. I still don't know what my father's name is. To be honest, I don't really care... But that's getting ahead of myself. I'm a member of the Black Tesla. I served with the OME briefly, but the Battle of Brightopolis broke something inside of me and I left. I came back for the March on Murmur Valley, standing beside Black Tesla's leader, Katrina 'Steel' Cerberus. I think I'm still broken. No, I know I'm still broken. The nightmares aren't as bad as they used to be, but I still see them. Bleeding. Dying. And yet I've lived through so many things that could have killed me. The Black Tesla calls me their Wild Card. It had been an amusing joke, pointing out that, compared to a psychic, two Aura manipulators, an electricity-wielder and...someone else who was part of the team at the time, I was downright normal. They'd never see me coming. Turns out I'm nothing of the sort. Raven really is my cousin, for a given value of the word. Her father's my uncle, give or take a few 'greats.' Though, really, I'm fairly human in comparison. Powerful blood, but it's been weakened and diluted. Despite that, a lot of powerful beings see fit to meddle in my life. Or, in one case, cry on my shoulder. And, no, Raven's fire didn't leave any burns behind. Edited by Vulpix Windchimes, Oct 24 2013, 07:07 AM.
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