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8 yrs ago
happy new year!! may 2019 be a good one for everyone ^^
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same
8 yrs ago
blizzcon always makes me want a warcraft rp
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Lord Wraith earned his type today.
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and so the community, united by one man's war against them, returns to warring against itself
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“Trying to follow a bird in flight is a stupid idea,” Seth noted, but ultimately tugged the collar of his cloak closer to his neck and pulled down his face mask – made up of the silvery, if tarnished steel plates of a Skarmory. Belle, who had moved over to nuzzle Aleida's upside-down face in something that appeared to be sympathy (as both the Pidgeot and her human had been caught in many such traps herself in the early days of surviving in the wild), returned swiftly to his side, bowing low to allow him to throw himself on.
Holding loosely onto the leather straps wrapped around Belle's midsection, he turned briefly towards Sebastian. “I'll see what I can do to track it. Find a good location for a... lair.” With amber eyes set on the sky where only the faint black dot remained in the distance – too far to determine the species – he squeezed Belle's neck. She let out a trill before taking off in an extravagant spiral, climbing high into the clouds above the orange canopy.
Seth's fingers nearly slipped from the leather with the fancy movement, but the tight grip he held with his knees locked him in place. Once they had evened out to a steady, if not the fastest pace, he leaned in to hiss into Belle's feathered head, the rushing wind blocking out most of his voice. “What was *that* for?”
A loud, remorseless caw sounded in response, and Seth likened it to the tone his own mother's voice took when she had invited the boys from the village over to play in Featherheart Tower of her own accord, showing them the extravagant glory of a rare chick being hatched. *You need some friends, Seth! So I'll make them for you!* she had told him earlier.
He couldn't really complain, either. Daredevil moves were a favourite of his.
He huffed in response, eyes scanning the treeline for what he perceived to be the best possible nesting location for a bird that kidnapped children, ruffling Belle's feathers absently as he did so. A tree – a large, massive tree – was not something common to the forest, but it was the only natural location he could think of, the only one large enough for the beauty the villagers were describing. Belle dipped suddenly, dropping into dive, at an old tree whose leaves were already dying and branches dry, in no fit state to support a nest.
Only a few seconds later Seth saw what Belle's instincts could; the outcropping of a rocky hillside underneath the vibrant leaves. “Brilliant,” he said. “Good job. As always.” If a Pidgeot could look smug...
Slowly, she lowered herself, talons wrapping around a thick branch as Seth lowered himself to get a closer look at the small, dank opening both he and Belle had seen from above. A suspicious absence of rock-type Pokemon confirmed his suspicions, even if birds did not tend to like caves. Taking a few cautious steps into the opening and finding the floor lined with unmistakable waste – feathers and droppings – he nodded to Belle to return to the others and she took off. He wasn't selfish with glory.
Both his mother and Belle seemed to believe he needed to make friends.
Hopefully they wouldn't take long to get there.
I'd prefer to restart on a new thread, probably. If there's going to be one.
Going to be a collab post going up soon ^^
Ayero – Ladyl Woods
Seth inched away from the stranger he hadn't heard approaching from behind, distracted as he was by his pidgeot's rush towards the woman and her... vaporeon. With his back to the copse of trees, he nodded to the girl and then at her companion. He could understand a Pokemon's distrust for new people arriving out of the blue, uninvited.
He could not, however, understand a man who seemed willing to travel into a forest without his own Pokemon, and therefore gave 'Sebastian' a wary glance and a wide berth. With a sharp whistle from her master, Belle shook Aleida's fingers from her feathers and tilted her head downwards in apology to the vaporeon before returning to Seth's side, clearly unrepentant – her eyes twinkled knowingly..
“Seth,” he said, jabbing a thumb into his own chest and walking swiftly on so that he was nearer the front of the group, Belle hounding his every step and chewing on his loose strands of hair. “This is Belle. Nice to meet you.” The last phrase came out after a stilted pause, Seth having forgotten what few manners he had learned after years of savagery but well aware that he had to fill the silence with something.
“The rumours say that the kidnapper is a bird-Pokemon. Descriptions don't match any of my records.” Seth kicked at the leaves on the ground, absently stroking Belle's head. He didn't particularly want to join up with so many – he rarely, if ever did – but he supposed five pairs of eyes in search of the elusive creature would be better than an alternative.
His own bow and quiver were a comforting weight on his back, hidden by the edges of his ragged cloak. If it came to it, he could protect himself, be it from his temporary travelling companions or the child-eating beast.
I could meet up with Zavier on Ell, if you wanted.
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“You're sure it's a bird-Pokemon?” Seth asked the shopkeeper slowly as he packaged up his new belongings – bait, an assortment of berries and a brand new set of sewing needles – in brown paper. The worker refused to meet his eyes, turning a pale face to the side in the wake of the younger man's scepticism. It was the first time Seth had spoken during the transaction, the other filling the silence with general chit-chat and news about the local area, but it was something impossible to ignore.
There wasn't a single Pokemon matching that exact description. Seth should know. His childhood had been spent around both common and rare birds of almost all varieties, and his adulthood thus far marked by chasing down legends in either ancient writings or in person. The thought that there could be one out there, undiscovered for this long, was ludicrous, but a tension along Seth's spine itched for him to check it out.
“I ain't never seen it with my own eyes, kid. I jus' know it takes the children. Plenty of grieving mothers around these parts recently.” Seth took his parcel, sliding the silver coins over the counter rather than handing the man them. He could feel the shopkeeper's eyes on him and it was Seth's turn to look at the ground nervously. Every inch of him screamed 'bird-fanatic' or worse, 'Morph', but ultimately fear of being accused of the latter wasn't necessary. Belle, his pidgeot, blocked the door with her massive feathered form and everyone knew that Pokemon didn't travel with the shapeshifters willingly.
Still, in a town where some sort of bird kidnapped and possibly ate young children, Belle's existence could be just as risky. Indeed, Seth's amber eyes darted over to his loyal companion and her anxious fluttering, pecking at the door-frame to beg him to hurry up. Naturally, Seth complied without even a word of thanks to the exasperated shopkeeper left wondering, is this kid for real?
“Belle, we should go,” Seth murmured to the side of the pidgeot's head as she inclined it to nudged his chest. Such was the curse of being short – even the most common of Pokemon, albeit in stronger evolutions, were larger than him. “The townsfolk dislike you. You make them uneasy.” People were grouping up, whispering, and even he could sense the unease that pervaded the whole of Ladyl.
Belle blinked once, pecking at his shoulder gently as if to say, 'And you care what people think?' Even so, she stood perfectly still as Seth opened the satchel and placed his newly-bought goods inside. Usually there was some mischievous movement hoping to trip him up, or restless jiggling from side to side, but it was clear even she wanted to leave the town.
“They have a unique species of Pokemon here, by the sounds of things,” Seth said as they walked towards the gate to the nearby forest, footsteps quicker than usual. It was obvious they were heading in the wrong direction – they were supposed to be heading south to catch and follow the curve of the coast, not north into a dark forest. Beth let out a caw that sounded suspiciously like a whine. “I need to check it out!”
Belle sharply sped up, rushing around him to catch up with– was that another person? Young, too, by the height of her. Surely the woods were dangerous, as any place where the Pokemon roamed freely likely was. Still, his pidgeot's love for human contact overruled her better judgement, despite all they had done against both her and Seth and all the reasons they both had to avoid strangers. She loomed ominously behind the girl, head over her shoulder. Eyes closed in happiness.
Seth sped up before his pidgeot would get herself killed.
There wasn't a single Pokemon matching that exact description. Seth should know. His childhood had been spent around both common and rare birds of almost all varieties, and his adulthood thus far marked by chasing down legends in either ancient writings or in person. The thought that there could be one out there, undiscovered for this long, was ludicrous, but a tension along Seth's spine itched for him to check it out.
“I ain't never seen it with my own eyes, kid. I jus' know it takes the children. Plenty of grieving mothers around these parts recently.” Seth took his parcel, sliding the silver coins over the counter rather than handing the man them. He could feel the shopkeeper's eyes on him and it was Seth's turn to look at the ground nervously. Every inch of him screamed 'bird-fanatic' or worse, 'Morph', but ultimately fear of being accused of the latter wasn't necessary. Belle, his pidgeot, blocked the door with her massive feathered form and everyone knew that Pokemon didn't travel with the shapeshifters willingly.
Still, in a town where some sort of bird kidnapped and possibly ate young children, Belle's existence could be just as risky. Indeed, Seth's amber eyes darted over to his loyal companion and her anxious fluttering, pecking at the door-frame to beg him to hurry up. Naturally, Seth complied without even a word of thanks to the exasperated shopkeeper left wondering, is this kid for real?
“Belle, we should go,” Seth murmured to the side of the pidgeot's head as she inclined it to nudged his chest. Such was the curse of being short – even the most common of Pokemon, albeit in stronger evolutions, were larger than him. “The townsfolk dislike you. You make them uneasy.” People were grouping up, whispering, and even he could sense the unease that pervaded the whole of Ladyl.
Belle blinked once, pecking at his shoulder gently as if to say, 'And you care what people think?' Even so, she stood perfectly still as Seth opened the satchel and placed his newly-bought goods inside. Usually there was some mischievous movement hoping to trip him up, or restless jiggling from side to side, but it was clear even she wanted to leave the town.
“They have a unique species of Pokemon here, by the sounds of things,” Seth said as they walked towards the gate to the nearby forest, footsteps quicker than usual. It was obvious they were heading in the wrong direction – they were supposed to be heading south to catch and follow the curve of the coast, not north into a dark forest. Beth let out a caw that sounded suspiciously like a whine. “I need to check it out!”
Belle sharply sped up, rushing around him to catch up with– was that another person? Young, too, by the height of her. Surely the woods were dangerous, as any place where the Pokemon roamed freely likely was. Still, his pidgeot's love for human contact overruled her better judgement, despite all they had done against both her and Seth and all the reasons they both had to avoid strangers. She loomed ominously behind the girl, head over her shoulder. Eyes closed in happiness.
Seth sped up before his pidgeot would get herself killed.
I hope this is okay!
I would also be interested in this!
It depends if Theodora comes back. If not, I don't see any reason why we can't take new people in?
Throughout the whole of the welcoming speech, Jimmy had been tapping his foot restlessly in time to the growls of his stomach. While he'd spent most of his loose change on the trolley (and still had sweets to spare in his book bag, which was left on the train for the house elves to move) it was never enough for a growing boy, clearly, at least not in the way that a meal of red meat and white meat and brown sauce and brussel sprouts were.
He wasted very little time in tearing into the feast as if the plates didn't magically refill, his fork nearly stabbing into another Gryffindor student's hand in his haste to get the first slice of turkey. Who cares about the missing students or the new classes? Jimmy thought savagely – and a little insensitively, given he had known some of them – around a mouthful. And why, in Merlin's name, is that Ravenclaw just stoating around when he could be eating–
“Do I smell toffee?” the Gryffindor asked aloud to the rest of his corner of the table, looking around as if expecting the desserts to have already replaced the main course. He cast a suspicious eye towards the wanderer with the goblet in hand. If it's strange, it must be a Ravenclaw's doing.
He wasted very little time in tearing into the feast as if the plates didn't magically refill, his fork nearly stabbing into another Gryffindor student's hand in his haste to get the first slice of turkey. Who cares about the missing students or the new classes? Jimmy thought savagely – and a little insensitively, given he had known some of them – around a mouthful. And why, in Merlin's name, is that Ravenclaw just stoating around when he could be eating–
“Do I smell toffee?” the Gryffindor asked aloud to the rest of his corner of the table, looking around as if expecting the desserts to have already replaced the main course. He cast a suspicious eye towards the wanderer with the goblet in hand. If it's strange, it must be a Ravenclaw's doing.
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