by Wilte » Sun Mar 11, 2012 3:23 pm
Rancor was subtly startled when he noticed the a pokemon's presence beside him. He turned his head slightly, squinting against the rain, to see a Drillbur waving one of his clawed hands at him in greeting. There was a brief moment of silence as the Charizard considered his options, weighing each one carefully, before he swiveled heavily to face the pokemon directly. He let out a sort of soft, rumbling growl -- a sort of friendly greeting among dragon-types. He gazed at the long, curved claws -- excellent tools for battle, dense and sharp -- equipped by the Drillbur. Luckily, this pokemon appeared to be sociable; he could almost see a concerned expression on his face, but perhaps it wasn't. If it decided that it wanted to battle, Rancor could only hope that he was threatening, still, despite his ailments. But it didn't seem to be the case, this time.
(Good, he thought. The rain would not compliment his fire type, anyways.)
He looked down upon the small fellow, his lips twitching into what seemed to be a faded grin.
-----------〚If love is what you need, then a soldier I will be.〛-----------
Rising onto my feet, I was left with nothing to
do but accept these inexplicable truths as my last source of comfort.
I wasn't dead. At least, I didn't think so. I don't remember how I got here, or why I came. I could possibly be dreaming, I suppose; that would explain the terribly strange occurrences that haunt every footstep taken in this place. The land itself is disorienting; the scents are dull and I'm beginning to forget things, like my name.
Rylan.
I hadn't lost it yet, the way I have already lost myself, and I can't seem to find a way home. Home. I need to go back, but somehow the task seems impossible. I don't even know which way to walk. I'm tired. And alone. And wet.
But I'm not afraid.➜ Servidae on deviantart.com :: Currently drawing. :: Offline.
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