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Bu-Ba-Du! OOC post! xD
Edge's eyes visibly softened, and he cupped the dragon's cheek and smiled, despite of everything. His own issues weren't anything to worry about right now. Their offspring were supposed to be his priority. What was he thinking, anyways?
"Path, I'm sorry for asking. Don't worry about it! I'm pretty tough, remember? I should be taking care of you!" Though one could hear the tears in his voice, they weren't visible. He rubbed the dragon's back lovingly. The boy breathed out heavily, suppressing a hiss. "I love you, Path-Path! And I always will! Even if..." Edge's arm twitched, and he slowly let it fall onto the mattress. "If I remember what my past lives were like, I'll still write them off as ancient history. All that matters to me right now is us." The boy confided charmingly, placing a single hands behind Path's neck and massages it firmly. With his other hand, he quickly ran it over Path's stomach. "And our future. So you just focus on keeping the baby healthy, okay?" He winked.
Running a hand through black hair, Edge giggled. He then leaned in close and gave Path a soft peck on one of his porcelain cheeks. "I'm gonna go clean up so we can cuddle later, okay?" He informed the white dragon a little too cheerily before gracefully sliding off the bed and walking toward the door, letting his hand trail on the doorframe as he left. He was careful not to expose his back, though Path might have caught the drops of rose red blood.
Once out of Path's line of sight, Edge moaned silently and bolted to the bathroom to get a better look at his back. He grimaced. There were pieces of glass, metal, and wire embedded into his flesh. Edge knew it was bad, but not this bad. Biting his lip, the scientist wondered what to do. It had taken everything he had to conceal what he was feeling, but he was forced to. Path didn't need to worry about him when he had bigger things to worry about! Bracing himself, the boy began plucking the shards out like they were berries from a bush. Everytime he took one out, more blood leaked out. It was all very scary to look at.
Once they were all out, Edge stripped and stepped into the metal tub, flicking the faucet on. Pretty soon, the green gloop began to fall out. Edge waited until it was up to his knees, then turned it off. He then bathed in the green liquid, liking the sensation. As he laid there, Ede began to drift off. The pieces he had taken out shone as the artificial light shone on them.
"That's right." Was this his voice? Who in the world was he talking to? "When a normal dragon is born, they have their ancestor's memories. However, they usually only get what is deemed useful." There was silence.
"Oh, thanks, Edge!" Who was this? A male, but one with a rough voice!
Violet eyes fluttered open as their owner yawned.
"Path, I'm sorry for asking. Don't worry about it! I'm pretty tough, remember? I should be taking care of you!" Though one could hear the tears in his voice, they weren't visible. He rubbed the dragon's back lovingly. The boy breathed out heavily, suppressing a hiss. "I love you, Path-Path! And I always will! Even if..." Edge's arm twitched, and he slowly let it fall onto the mattress. "If I remember what my past lives were like, I'll still write them off as ancient history. All that matters to me right now is us." The boy confided charmingly, placing a single hands behind Path's neck and massages it firmly. With his other hand, he quickly ran it over Path's stomach. "And our future. So you just focus on keeping the baby healthy, okay?" He winked.
Running a hand through black hair, Edge giggled. He then leaned in close and gave Path a soft peck on one of his porcelain cheeks. "I'm gonna go clean up so we can cuddle later, okay?" He informed the white dragon a little too cheerily before gracefully sliding off the bed and walking toward the door, letting his hand trail on the doorframe as he left. He was careful not to expose his back, though Path might have caught the drops of rose red blood.
Once out of Path's line of sight, Edge moaned silently and bolted to the bathroom to get a better look at his back. He grimaced. There were pieces of glass, metal, and wire embedded into his flesh. Edge knew it was bad, but not this bad. Biting his lip, the scientist wondered what to do. It had taken everything he had to conceal what he was feeling, but he was forced to. Path didn't need to worry about him when he had bigger things to worry about! Bracing himself, the boy began plucking the shards out like they were berries from a bush. Everytime he took one out, more blood leaked out. It was all very scary to look at.
Once they were all out, Edge stripped and stepped into the metal tub, flicking the faucet on. Pretty soon, the green gloop began to fall out. Edge waited until it was up to his knees, then turned it off. He then bathed in the green liquid, liking the sensation. As he laid there, Ede began to drift off. The pieces he had taken out shone as the artificial light shone on them.
"That's right." Was this his voice? Who in the world was he talking to? "When a normal dragon is born, they have their ancestor's memories. However, they usually only get what is deemed useful." There was silence.
"Oh, thanks, Edge!" Who was this? A male, but one with a rough voice!
Violet eyes fluttered open as their owner yawned.
There was, in fact, a severe downside to having Rogue asleep. However, Dae wasn't just going to stop trying. Giving up was for losers! The trainer let out a huff, as he realized that the odds were stacked against him.
As the trainer realized that the venomoth was using stun spore, his eyes widened slightly. Rogue was already asleep! Having him paralyzed would be all bad news. At least for him, anyways. "Alright, Rogue, use Sleep Talk!" They didn't have much time, so he needed to act quickly. Maybe if Rogue could fire off a few more aerial aces, they'd be alright. Rogue didn't know many moves anyways, so there was a chance that aerial ace would be executed. As he waited in anticipation, Dae felt his breathing rate slow until it was past nonexistent. Rogue moved a single arm up...
...and began a fast-paced dance! It appeared that Rogue's unconscious had urged it to use swords dance. Dae gritted his teeth, but showed no true signs of anger or anxiety. He was powerless to stop the cloud of golden powder from falling onto Rogue, further crippling him. "Okay! Now, sleep talk, once more!!" As Rogue seemed to sway a little, Dae took the opportunity to open his bag and go through it. Wasn't there anything he could do to help...? There wasn't any rules against doing something like this, it was just a little strange. "C'mon! I have to have a whistle in here or something..." He murmured to himself as Rogue began kicking frozen chunks at the venomoth. It had used Ice Shard.
Meanwhile, outside the gym, there were a small party of shady looking figures. They were wearing outfits reminiscent of Kalos carnival culture. "Hm... are you sure that this is such a good idea?" A female voice asked nervously.
"Of course!" A male declared. "Pokemon gyms have all kinds of rare pokemon, and did you see that weird kid walk in? That means he's keeping the leader busy!" There was a small chorus of agreement.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to face Garriot..."
As the trainer realized that the venomoth was using stun spore, his eyes widened slightly. Rogue was already asleep! Having him paralyzed would be all bad news. At least for him, anyways. "Alright, Rogue, use Sleep Talk!" They didn't have much time, so he needed to act quickly. Maybe if Rogue could fire off a few more aerial aces, they'd be alright. Rogue didn't know many moves anyways, so there was a chance that aerial ace would be executed. As he waited in anticipation, Dae felt his breathing rate slow until it was past nonexistent. Rogue moved a single arm up...
...and began a fast-paced dance! It appeared that Rogue's unconscious had urged it to use swords dance. Dae gritted his teeth, but showed no true signs of anger or anxiety. He was powerless to stop the cloud of golden powder from falling onto Rogue, further crippling him. "Okay! Now, sleep talk, once more!!" As Rogue seemed to sway a little, Dae took the opportunity to open his bag and go through it. Wasn't there anything he could do to help...? There wasn't any rules against doing something like this, it was just a little strange. "C'mon! I have to have a whistle in here or something..." He murmured to himself as Rogue began kicking frozen chunks at the venomoth. It had used Ice Shard.
Meanwhile, outside the gym, there were a small party of shady looking figures. They were wearing outfits reminiscent of Kalos carnival culture. "Hm... are you sure that this is such a good idea?" A female voice asked nervously.
"Of course!" A male declared. "Pokemon gyms have all kinds of rare pokemon, and did you see that weird kid walk in? That means he's keeping the leader busy!" There was a small chorus of agreement.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to face Garriot..."
"I see." Harp's expression was unreadable. He had just been told how he would meet his end, yet the angel seemed perfectly fine with it. Though he wasn't smiling, he wasn't showing any sign of panic or distress. In fact, Harp was acting like a bored child forced to take a test. Slightly hesitant and cautious, but not genuinely afraid. As Bel spoke on, the angel couldn't help but tilt his pink eyes downwards sadly. "Even if you are right, it's better to have that fleeting happiness..." He whispered, with a hint of longing.
When asked what he wanted, Harp stared at the demon blankly. It was as if he could peer into his soul, and was disgusted by what he foound there. "Death is irrelevant. I'm going to die eventually. It's alright, though. Nobody will miss me." The cupid murmured sadly. He then smiled at the demon. "I mean, even if I do die, I'd be happy knowing that I could bring at least one person joy." He said, refering to Bel. Did Bel like killing? Harp concluded he must, if he was willing to kill someone he had just met. "Oh, and I don't really eat aaany bad foods, except for maybe sugary stuff. So my blood'll probably make good bathing liquids." He said nonchalantly. Harp was honest. nobody would miss him. He had no family or notable friends, even his teacher didn't really like him too much. But being the optimist he was, Harp didn't care.
"What do you think my mission was?" Harp asked suddenly. However, instead of waiting for an answer, he continued. "It was to show you light. And I have, even if you didn't want to see it." He revealed. "But... I'm still here, and still without my wings. Not to mention I've revealed a lot about myself. Don't you think it's strange nobody's come yet? The angels are fast." He inquired. "Though they sent me on a mission, it was really just a glorified death sentence." He admitted piteously. Deep inside, Harp knew he was disposable, He laughed weakly. "Ha. Like I said, at least one of us gets to be happy! Lucky you."
"As for what I want...?" He paused. Then smiled with what seemed to be real happiness, raw and unfiltered. "I know you probably don't care, but you asking me makes my empty soul warm anyways." Harp looked straight into Bel's eyes. "I want to be whole. I'm sure, when you first met me, you might have thought I was... stupid, but that's not it. It's like... my way of protecting myself, y'know?" Since he was to die soon anyways, there was little point in keeping everything in, right? "I'm always cold... and alone. Forced to watch people hold hands and be together, it hurts. Because I'm not like them. I'm different. I'm empty." He struggled to explain himself better. "I'm like a jar. Beautiful and perfect from the outside. But upon closeer inspection, there's nothing inside. Why? Nobody ever bothered to put anything inside, because they didn't want to put anything in the jar. Nobody ever showed me any attention or believed in me. So I'm empty. Go ahead and kill my worthless soul." He paused. "You seem like you're not whole, either, Bel. But you must be powerful to be able to kill me, right? So why does your heart..." The cupid gently placed his hand on the other's chest. "beat with such a sad noise...?"
When asked what he wanted, Harp stared at the demon blankly. It was as if he could peer into his soul, and was disgusted by what he foound there. "Death is irrelevant. I'm going to die eventually. It's alright, though. Nobody will miss me." The cupid murmured sadly. He then smiled at the demon. "I mean, even if I do die, I'd be happy knowing that I could bring at least one person joy." He said, refering to Bel. Did Bel like killing? Harp concluded he must, if he was willing to kill someone he had just met. "Oh, and I don't really eat aaany bad foods, except for maybe sugary stuff. So my blood'll probably make good bathing liquids." He said nonchalantly. Harp was honest. nobody would miss him. He had no family or notable friends, even his teacher didn't really like him too much. But being the optimist he was, Harp didn't care.
"What do you think my mission was?" Harp asked suddenly. However, instead of waiting for an answer, he continued. "It was to show you light. And I have, even if you didn't want to see it." He revealed. "But... I'm still here, and still without my wings. Not to mention I've revealed a lot about myself. Don't you think it's strange nobody's come yet? The angels are fast." He inquired. "Though they sent me on a mission, it was really just a glorified death sentence." He admitted piteously. Deep inside, Harp knew he was disposable, He laughed weakly. "Ha. Like I said, at least one of us gets to be happy! Lucky you."
"As for what I want...?" He paused. Then smiled with what seemed to be real happiness, raw and unfiltered. "I know you probably don't care, but you asking me makes my empty soul warm anyways." Harp looked straight into Bel's eyes. "I want to be whole. I'm sure, when you first met me, you might have thought I was... stupid, but that's not it. It's like... my way of protecting myself, y'know?" Since he was to die soon anyways, there was little point in keeping everything in, right? "I'm always cold... and alone. Forced to watch people hold hands and be together, it hurts. Because I'm not like them. I'm different. I'm empty." He struggled to explain himself better. "I'm like a jar. Beautiful and perfect from the outside. But upon closeer inspection, there's nothing inside. Why? Nobody ever bothered to put anything inside, because they didn't want to put anything in the jar. Nobody ever showed me any attention or believed in me. So I'm empty. Go ahead and kill my worthless soul." He paused. "You seem like you're not whole, either, Bel. But you must be powerful to be able to kill me, right? So why does your heart..." The cupid gently placed his hand on the other's chest. "beat with such a sad noise...?"
As soon as the referee lowered the flag, Dae's golden gaze had a new spark of determination. Before he could even start, the new trainer caught a blur of lavender traveling up at a frightening rate. As soon as the gym leader spoke those two words, the trainer yanked his buttoned sleeves up to his elbows, causing a single button to pop off. But he didn't seem to care. The venomoth was very high above them, and as he caught sight of its rapid wing beats, Dae clenched his left hand into a fist. That was sleep powder! He wasn't standing in range of the attack since he was at the edge of the battlefield, but Rogue would be caught dead in it! Would be, if Dae didn't do something about it!
"C'mon, Rogue, let's dance!" He spoke loudly, just short of yelling. There was a hint of urgency in his voice, though it was hidden well. The bipedal dark and ice type smirked in response. There were many good things about having a brother who was so clever, and so very eager to help him out. Arguably, though, the best part was it gave Dae the push he needed to make his own strategies. Though he wasn't competition for Nova, he would be. If he worked hard enough. "Swords dance!" He roared. Rogue began to move like he was in some kind of strange ritual to lift his spirits. The cloud of sleep-inducing powder soon descended on the sneasel, who was unable to resist. The little pokemon fell down abruptly in a heap.
However, Dae didn't seem panicked in the slightest. He rested a hand on the narrow brim of his fedora, then trailed it down the ribbon. He loved the clean feeling. "Now..." He said in a low voice. "Sleep talk!!" Suddenly, Rogue lazily stood up. Suddenly, in a flash, the little pokemon sprang up in a flash, and quickly launched an unavoidable strike so fast not even the air could part in time. It appeared Rogue used aerial ace. Just as soon as it happened, it was over. Rogue was back on the dirt floor, eyes still closed. He was standing, but was swaying a little. Dae scanned the battlefield, looking for the venomoth. He soon smiled, teeth shining when he realized that maybe he would have a fighting chance!
"C'mon, Rogue, let's dance!" He spoke loudly, just short of yelling. There was a hint of urgency in his voice, though it was hidden well. The bipedal dark and ice type smirked in response. There were many good things about having a brother who was so clever, and so very eager to help him out. Arguably, though, the best part was it gave Dae the push he needed to make his own strategies. Though he wasn't competition for Nova, he would be. If he worked hard enough. "Swords dance!" He roared. Rogue began to move like he was in some kind of strange ritual to lift his spirits. The cloud of sleep-inducing powder soon descended on the sneasel, who was unable to resist. The little pokemon fell down abruptly in a heap.
However, Dae didn't seem panicked in the slightest. He rested a hand on the narrow brim of his fedora, then trailed it down the ribbon. He loved the clean feeling. "Now..." He said in a low voice. "Sleep talk!!" Suddenly, Rogue lazily stood up. Suddenly, in a flash, the little pokemon sprang up in a flash, and quickly launched an unavoidable strike so fast not even the air could part in time. It appeared Rogue used aerial ace. Just as soon as it happened, it was over. Rogue was back on the dirt floor, eyes still closed. He was standing, but was swaying a little. Dae scanned the battlefield, looking for the venomoth. He soon smiled, teeth shining when he realized that maybe he would have a fighting chance!
The look of betrayal in Path's eyes hurt Edge internally. Edge tried loosening his hand from that of the dragon's but his efforts were in vain. His mate had an iron grip. Hah. What else is to be expected from such a strong creature? This is why he was all his, and nobody else's... It didn't matter that Path had little to no mind in their 'relationship' because he was a part of Edge's hoard... That's right... Why else had he had turned Path into his slave! He had known all along what he was, hadn't he? That's why- Violet eyes widened, and he suddenly pulled away with a sudden burst of strength. With a fierce roar that would make even the bravest souls flinch, Edge hurled the headphones at the floor, smashing it to tiny bits and pieces. Edge laughed softly. He looked to Path, and pinned him to the bed, smiling darkly all the while. "Hahaha... Hmm... See those broken shards? They look just like your kind did, when I ripped their-" Edge's eyes widened and bit his tongue, drawing thick red blood.
Path would probably be confused, or even angered by his mate's behavior. Edge pushed himself away from the dragon, the scales spreading to his neck and chest, as well as his legs and feet. They were like tiny black feathers, as sharp as could be. "Path! Stay away from me!" He shouted fiercely, standing up on the bed. Then, gaze softening, he spoke softly. "I... I don't really know what's going on myself, Love. But I... I don't want you to get hurt!" Feeling sudden chest pain, Edge cried out and slumped over, falling onto the broken machine. The pieces of metal and glass dug into his back, which lacked any scale growth. He shouted once more, in shock more than pain. Breathing heavily, Edge felt his skin returning, and the cursed scales sinking into his skin. Edge paused for only a moment. "Path..." He choked out, tears beginning to well up. He hopped onto their bed and shot himself at the white dragon, careful not to hit his stomach where a medium-sized lump had formed. "I'll t-tell you everything, because if we're going to be together for a long time, we need to be h-honest, don't we...?" Meeting no objection, Edge buried his face into the dragon's shoulder. He cleared his throat.
"Well... You do recall that I'm a reborn hydra. This means... That biologically, I'm a human. At least, I thought I was. My blood is red, and I've gotten sick before. But you saw the scales, huh? I didn't want to worry you. You're already pregnant, you know..." He sobbed, interrupting his speech. "It's not just that. My scales... they're... evil... But that isn't the worst part. You see, I'm hearing voices." Edge's black hair shook as he shook his head. "It's like I have another person inside of me, and I don't know what to do...!" Suddenly, an idea struck him. It was crazy, and selfish, and... just... unpredictable, but what other choice did he have at the moment?
"Path, do you know what to do?" Edge held his breath, he knew Path didn't remember a lot about his past. Including the fact that he had enslaved him. "I love you. But..." Path was bound to find out, wasn't he? Edge had better be the one to explain. But not yet. He had shocked the dragon enough for now.
Path would probably be confused, or even angered by his mate's behavior. Edge pushed himself away from the dragon, the scales spreading to his neck and chest, as well as his legs and feet. They were like tiny black feathers, as sharp as could be. "Path! Stay away from me!" He shouted fiercely, standing up on the bed. Then, gaze softening, he spoke softly. "I... I don't really know what's going on myself, Love. But I... I don't want you to get hurt!" Feeling sudden chest pain, Edge cried out and slumped over, falling onto the broken machine. The pieces of metal and glass dug into his back, which lacked any scale growth. He shouted once more, in shock more than pain. Breathing heavily, Edge felt his skin returning, and the cursed scales sinking into his skin. Edge paused for only a moment. "Path..." He choked out, tears beginning to well up. He hopped onto their bed and shot himself at the white dragon, careful not to hit his stomach where a medium-sized lump had formed. "I'll t-tell you everything, because if we're going to be together for a long time, we need to be h-honest, don't we...?" Meeting no objection, Edge buried his face into the dragon's shoulder. He cleared his throat.
"Well... You do recall that I'm a reborn hydra. This means... That biologically, I'm a human. At least, I thought I was. My blood is red, and I've gotten sick before. But you saw the scales, huh? I didn't want to worry you. You're already pregnant, you know..." He sobbed, interrupting his speech. "It's not just that. My scales... they're... evil... But that isn't the worst part. You see, I'm hearing voices." Edge's black hair shook as he shook his head. "It's like I have another person inside of me, and I don't know what to do...!" Suddenly, an idea struck him. It was crazy, and selfish, and... just... unpredictable, but what other choice did he have at the moment?
"Path, do you know what to do?" Edge held his breath, he knew Path didn't remember a lot about his past. Including the fact that he had enslaved him. "I love you. But..." Path was bound to find out, wasn't he? Edge had better be the one to explain. But not yet. He had shocked the dragon enough for now.
Harp stopped for a moment, awaiting the other's answer. Though he was in a lucid state, the demon's response was enough to make him widen his bright eyes in shock. He balled his hands into fists instinctively, but kept them at his side. His lips felt dry suddenly, and his tongue darted out to wet them. As the cold wind cut at him, he felt like it was running through him. As if he was made of mesh, and he wasn't able to stop anything from happening. Bel's unfamiliar words made the angel pause. Suddenly, his gaze softened. Did all demons think like this? As the demon revealed his name, the angel breathed out.
"That must be a really... sad way to live, Bel." Harp said, using a tone that was more cut-throat. He looked down and swallowed. He was all but positive that Bel knew what he was. Why bother keeping this facade up any longer? "It is true," He said, moving a bit closer to the demon while still keeping his distance. "That you're probably really powerful. But if... you really, really don't need anyone, then you should have a brighter look to your eyes." It appeared Harp's ditzy demeanor had vanished, at least temporarily. A more serious look graced his features, though he still had the same young look. "I've seen that look before. You want something. And it's not normal pleasure, either. You want something..." Harp stopped, trying to regain his thoughts. "We want the same things, Bel." He finished.
Looking down, Harp wondered what the demon would do now. It was possible he could try to kill him now, but there were so many humans around. If the Seraphs had reason to believe Bel was a danger to this world, they'd send a whole armada to get rid of him. This thought comforted Harp, though it was possible Bel would take the chance, anyways. Demons were hard to read.
The angel coughed. "Anywho!" He sang, his normal attitude returning. "If you don't want to be my buddy now, that's fine! But..." His pink eyes burned fiercely. "I'll get you to crack eventually!" He smiled. "So, uh, what're you planning to do now...?" He asked sheepishly. He had foolishly revealed himself, showed his serious side, and spoke from the heart to his target, all in less then five minutes. 'Oh, Harp... you're gonna die soon...' A voice echoed in his head.
"That must be a really... sad way to live, Bel." Harp said, using a tone that was more cut-throat. He looked down and swallowed. He was all but positive that Bel knew what he was. Why bother keeping this facade up any longer? "It is true," He said, moving a bit closer to the demon while still keeping his distance. "That you're probably really powerful. But if... you really, really don't need anyone, then you should have a brighter look to your eyes." It appeared Harp's ditzy demeanor had vanished, at least temporarily. A more serious look graced his features, though he still had the same young look. "I've seen that look before. You want something. And it's not normal pleasure, either. You want something..." Harp stopped, trying to regain his thoughts. "We want the same things, Bel." He finished.
Looking down, Harp wondered what the demon would do now. It was possible he could try to kill him now, but there were so many humans around. If the Seraphs had reason to believe Bel was a danger to this world, they'd send a whole armada to get rid of him. This thought comforted Harp, though it was possible Bel would take the chance, anyways. Demons were hard to read.
The angel coughed. "Anywho!" He sang, his normal attitude returning. "If you don't want to be my buddy now, that's fine! But..." His pink eyes burned fiercely. "I'll get you to crack eventually!" He smiled. "So, uh, what're you planning to do now...?" He asked sheepishly. He had foolishly revealed himself, showed his serious side, and spoke from the heart to his target, all in less then five minutes. 'Oh, Harp... you're gonna die soon...' A voice echoed in his head.
The boy's snesel perked his ears up as a venomoth, shedninja, and misdreavous flew down from somwhere they couldn't see. Dae could hear heavenly music playing as they descended. As Garriot, the leader, welcomed him to the gym, the boy's smile widened. the enemy venomoth really looked quite powerful, but Dae was going to give everything he had and then some. As the redhead gym leader declared he would use venomoth for the two on two battle, the challenger's eyes lit up.
"Alright," He began. On cue, Rogue flipped out of his bag nimbly and landed on the dirt floor with a soft sound. "For the first round, I shall use sneasel!" Rogue crossed his arms defiantly at the gym leader and venomoth, which embarrassed his trainer.
"By the way, my name is..." He froze. Should he introduce himself with his real name or with Dae? "Daebreak."
He twirled a few fingers in the scarf-like ribbon coming off his hat, twirling it like cotton candy. "I hope we have a really good battle." He smiled excitedly to the gym leader. Though Dae was a new trainer, he had his share of disappointments and losses. Having your older brother be a member of the elite four wasn't easy. Ir angered him that no matter what he did, it would just be 'because Nova is your brother.'
But apart from the fire and color of his eyes, Dae looked nothing like his older brother. This was his time. His journey. And, if he played his cards right, this would be his first gym badge. "I'm ready when you are, Garriot!' The Cascadia city gym leader was rather well-known.
"Alright," He began. On cue, Rogue flipped out of his bag nimbly and landed on the dirt floor with a soft sound. "For the first round, I shall use sneasel!" Rogue crossed his arms defiantly at the gym leader and venomoth, which embarrassed his trainer.
"By the way, my name is..." He froze. Should he introduce himself with his real name or with Dae? "Daebreak."
He twirled a few fingers in the scarf-like ribbon coming off his hat, twirling it like cotton candy. "I hope we have a really good battle." He smiled excitedly to the gym leader. Though Dae was a new trainer, he had his share of disappointments and losses. Having your older brother be a member of the elite four wasn't easy. Ir angered him that no matter what he did, it would just be 'because Nova is your brother.'
But apart from the fire and color of his eyes, Dae looked nothing like his older brother. This was his time. His journey. And, if he played his cards right, this would be his first gym badge. "I'm ready when you are, Garriot!' The Cascadia city gym leader was rather well-known.
Edge returned his mate's embrace. He sighed, feeling safe and warm in the dragon's strong arms. Though Path had a bump on his stomach, it didn't make him any less handsome. The young male felt tears welling up in his cursed eyes. He didn't like lying to Path, but he didn't want to make him worry. Edge choked, realizing the real reason. He was a hydra.
While a year ago, Edge wouldn't know what that meant, this was not that case. He had been having dreams about his past lives. He was tortured, beheaded, and killed countless times. By the other dragons. Long, long ago, when the ocean was silver, he was the one and only. Not just the first hydra, but the first. He didn't recall if there was anyone else, but he doubted he was the first dragon. Edge's first memory was of the sky and the ocean. The sky was pink, and the ocean was grey, almost a metallic color. He wore nothing- there was no need to. And Edge recalled talking to someone. At first, he believed it was a dragon. Or maybe something extremely long-lived. But after the dreams haunted him night after night, he realized who he chatted with. It was the sky itself. The world he knew was made of infinite white rocks that clung together, some being swept away by the ocean. He didn't know what loneliness was, because all he knew was his life. Edge cried, because he knew that eventually the island he lived on was swept away and he drifted to the mainland, where he was accepted into the dragon's family. Many of them... but none of them had his strange eyes.
From there, the memories got hazy. Edge did know he did something unthinkable. Eventually, the dragons all hated him until he had nothing left but himself. Even the hydras that were his flesh harbored hate for him. Even now, Edge believed that if Path knew everything, he too would hate him. Making strange, sad noises, Edge clung like a baby to the white dragon. "Path..." No matter what, Edge would just be reborn. Path had been alive for a long time, so Edge wondered how much longer he had to spend with his beloved. He smiled at the white dragon. "Hey, I'm feeling tired. Let's just- Ahh!" Feeling his skin break, Edge suddenly screamed. He drew his arms back and hugged them close to his body, feeling the scales popping out. Why was this happening to him?? He whipped around quickly, not wanting to show Path his scales. The scales that had probably done terrible things...
Quickly, Edge bolted without warning, trying to keep his arms out of sight. He ran to their bedroom, where he flung himself at their bed and hid under the covers. He didn't want to let him see. He didn't trust him. Why? It was because of the memories had been quickly resurfacing. Path was one of them- a white! They had hunted him down, killed him many times and- NO! This was Path, who he loved... Right? Edge buried his face in his pillow, and rolled off the bed. He reached underneath the bed, finally finding what he had been looking for. The headphones he has used to enslave the dragon, in the name of science. Edge laughed weakly. He was very unstable, with all his emotions swirling inside, like a chaotic dance. And his slick scales just spread, like diamonds, until his whole arm except for his fingertips were covered in the sharp things. Edge fell to his knees. He was so pathetic... He wasn't even talking to Path more than he needed to anymore. Surely the white dragon was wondering why. The hydra dreaded that Path might confront him about it...
While a year ago, Edge wouldn't know what that meant, this was not that case. He had been having dreams about his past lives. He was tortured, beheaded, and killed countless times. By the other dragons. Long, long ago, when the ocean was silver, he was the one and only. Not just the first hydra, but the first. He didn't recall if there was anyone else, but he doubted he was the first dragon. Edge's first memory was of the sky and the ocean. The sky was pink, and the ocean was grey, almost a metallic color. He wore nothing- there was no need to. And Edge recalled talking to someone. At first, he believed it was a dragon. Or maybe something extremely long-lived. But after the dreams haunted him night after night, he realized who he chatted with. It was the sky itself. The world he knew was made of infinite white rocks that clung together, some being swept away by the ocean. He didn't know what loneliness was, because all he knew was his life. Edge cried, because he knew that eventually the island he lived on was swept away and he drifted to the mainland, where he was accepted into the dragon's family. Many of them... but none of them had his strange eyes.
From there, the memories got hazy. Edge did know he did something unthinkable. Eventually, the dragons all hated him until he had nothing left but himself. Even the hydras that were his flesh harbored hate for him. Even now, Edge believed that if Path knew everything, he too would hate him. Making strange, sad noises, Edge clung like a baby to the white dragon. "Path..." No matter what, Edge would just be reborn. Path had been alive for a long time, so Edge wondered how much longer he had to spend with his beloved. He smiled at the white dragon. "Hey, I'm feeling tired. Let's just- Ahh!" Feeling his skin break, Edge suddenly screamed. He drew his arms back and hugged them close to his body, feeling the scales popping out. Why was this happening to him?? He whipped around quickly, not wanting to show Path his scales. The scales that had probably done terrible things...
Quickly, Edge bolted without warning, trying to keep his arms out of sight. He ran to their bedroom, where he flung himself at their bed and hid under the covers. He didn't want to let him see. He didn't trust him. Why? It was because of the memories had been quickly resurfacing. Path was one of them- a white! They had hunted him down, killed him many times and- NO! This was Path, who he loved... Right? Edge buried his face in his pillow, and rolled off the bed. He reached underneath the bed, finally finding what he had been looking for. The headphones he has used to enslave the dragon, in the name of science. Edge laughed weakly. He was very unstable, with all his emotions swirling inside, like a chaotic dance. And his slick scales just spread, like diamonds, until his whole arm except for his fingertips were covered in the sharp things. Edge fell to his knees. He was so pathetic... He wasn't even talking to Path more than he needed to anymore. Surely the white dragon was wondering why. The hydra dreaded that Path might confront him about it...
"You have a nice smile, by the way." Harp murmured softly before Bel spoke. Though the other's sharp teeth were a bit unnerving, he was reminded that after all, it was a smile. An evil smile. A demonic smile. A smile that was probably shot at dozens of angels before they had their wings brutally ripped off! Harp's own smile faltered, but only for a moment. 'Okay, don't let your guard down!' He thought. What Harp didn't know was that this demon was very, very dangerous. Full-fledged angels were sent on the same mission and were killed. Others became demons themselves. Still others lost their minds.
Harp felt himself relax slightly when he heard the faux warm tone of the other's voice. He might have been an emotion angel, but he couldn't read this demon at all! Though Harp seemed dense, he was just constantly in his own little world where everything was bright and beautiful. There was no place like that, not even the world he was from! There was a reason Harp lied to himself, but he didn't like to talk about it. "Oh, thanks..." He replied, blushing a bit, knowing the other was flirting with him. After the demon asked him to leave with him, Harp's eyes widened. Should he? He could sense this demons was dangerous, even he wasn't that slow. But on the other hand, this might be the opportunity he needed! Not to mention, Harp still had his 'arrows' with him.
He was planning on using them. When people were in love, they did crazy things, right? But if he tried to shoot his target now, he would be stopped. The angel wasn't as fast as the others, after all. Maybe keeping his cover would be the best course of action. "Alright, lead the way, Mister..." Harp lead the word on, his own way of asking the name of the demon. There were so many freckles on his face! Harp wanted to just reach over and connect the dots somehow. Though the male was handsome now, Harp couldn't help but wonder if he looked scary in his demon form. He fingered the device his arrows were kept in. It was clipped to his pants. He was lucky he was the only one who could wield them! It would be more than simple to steal it from him... "Oh, I almost forgot! My name's Harp! Like, the instrument? Though I think harps are a little too quiet for my tastes." He chattered as he followed the other male out the door. Harp was shorter than him, so that was one more thing that made him uncomfortable. As he stood outside for a moment, Harp thought about what to ask him. As a demon, the other would be really, really clever. At least in theory. But... Harp knew how to deal with those people...
"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Meeting no objection, the pink-eyed angel continued. "Will you be my friend?" He smiled warmly, though the question made him a little sad. The last time he had asked someone that... NO! There was no point in thinking about that now!
Harp felt himself relax slightly when he heard the faux warm tone of the other's voice. He might have been an emotion angel, but he couldn't read this demon at all! Though Harp seemed dense, he was just constantly in his own little world where everything was bright and beautiful. There was no place like that, not even the world he was from! There was a reason Harp lied to himself, but he didn't like to talk about it. "Oh, thanks..." He replied, blushing a bit, knowing the other was flirting with him. After the demon asked him to leave with him, Harp's eyes widened. Should he? He could sense this demons was dangerous, even he wasn't that slow. But on the other hand, this might be the opportunity he needed! Not to mention, Harp still had his 'arrows' with him.
He was planning on using them. When people were in love, they did crazy things, right? But if he tried to shoot his target now, he would be stopped. The angel wasn't as fast as the others, after all. Maybe keeping his cover would be the best course of action. "Alright, lead the way, Mister..." Harp lead the word on, his own way of asking the name of the demon. There were so many freckles on his face! Harp wanted to just reach over and connect the dots somehow. Though the male was handsome now, Harp couldn't help but wonder if he looked scary in his demon form. He fingered the device his arrows were kept in. It was clipped to his pants. He was lucky he was the only one who could wield them! It would be more than simple to steal it from him... "Oh, I almost forgot! My name's Harp! Like, the instrument? Though I think harps are a little too quiet for my tastes." He chattered as he followed the other male out the door. Harp was shorter than him, so that was one more thing that made him uncomfortable. As he stood outside for a moment, Harp thought about what to ask him. As a demon, the other would be really, really clever. At least in theory. But... Harp knew how to deal with those people...
"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Meeting no objection, the pink-eyed angel continued. "Will you be my friend?" He smiled warmly, though the question made him a little sad. The last time he had asked someone that... NO! There was no point in thinking about that now!
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