Life and Death has always been entwined... This is a Pokemon Ask Blog! (Ask Count: 7) This blog contains sensitive material, violence, and mild profanity.
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@ Lupine anon, this is just a little look into what he might look like if he were to evolve into a midnight Lycanroc. tbh I haven’t really chosen what he’ll evolve into or whether he’ll evolve or not.
@screamingpoxel Yeah, it’s been a bit of a struggle for me too what with the smoother screen and having to get used to a newer version of photoshop elements because the one I have is too old for the new Surface hhhh I think I’m finally adjusting now that I’ve got everything in order tho!
“I have never been called by anything other than my own name until now. This is the first time I have ever been exposed to so many outsiders, and I would rather not make too much of a fuss about it in their presence.”
“It is just difficult to get accustomed to, but once I have stated my actual name I would prefer that they continue to address me as such. I wont always realize I’m being spoken to if you keep calling me “Life”.”
“It.. It is not a title I want to be constantly reminded of either...”
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“My brother, Marcus? Well I wouldn’t know if he really is “pretty”, unless I were to believe the things he’s told me. I do believe he is a pretty cool brother in his own right though,even with all of his shortcomings.”
“Although he has a heart as strong as his fighting spirit, he still finds a way to make himself look like a clown all the time. You wouldn’t believe he’s been entrusted with a mega stone.”
”A Wyvern? I may not be able to see naturally, but the shape of his life aura would suggest otherwise. However faint it may be…”
“But you say I should look like a deer? Well, I am not. Not that I am aware of. Maybe sometime in the future I will be if it means I have to take on the role of Xerneas.”
Death where are you off to in such a hurry? You dont plan to hurt her do you?
“The destination is close. I can sense it. But me doing harm to her has yet to be seen. She is my only recourse, to ruin the opportunity would be foolish and only further delay me. I have high expectations of her however.”
“Where others have failed, I expect her to succeed. If she fails, then she is of no further use to me.”
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@a-big-fucking-tyrantrum (Okay why can't tag you. The heck)
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Zane listened. Hearing the story this… pathetic creature had to offer to satiate his curiosity. Half of which he had difficulty hearing through the panicked sobs of the Tyrantrum. Unfazed, unaffected by the tears. While the kneeling… that certainly gained a raised brow and a small uplift in the lips before he became impassive once again. Pleased someone had recognized his stature in the scheme of the world and respected his being.
Though after the hysteria had seemed to pass and the Tyrantrum said no more as if waiting for something strike him dead in his tracks, the Yveltal placed his palm flat on the Tyrantrum’s snout, calm, collected, came his ominous reply, “So what?”
An eerie moment of pause. His eyes had shifted color, once blue now black encompassing small blue slits, piercing deeply into the Tyrantrum’s thick hide.
“Do you believe I want to punish you for your so called hideous misdeeds? From what I am gathering, you are punishing yourself for acting on your impulses. Your instincts. You were designed to hunt, no? Your body requires substance like any other Pokémon, no? Albeit a different fuel source than others but I hear no crime passing through that flapping jaw of yours.”
He was curious. Annoyed but still a tad curious. “I wonder…” Death lowered himself to one knee, his eyes meeting the Tyrantrum’s, “What could have broken you?” Despite hearing the pretty picture the Allosaurus had described, he was unafraid of the Tyrantrum’s huge jaws and fangs. Not while he blubbered to himself over trivial crimes Death viewed as natural instincts taking hold.
This one was reduced to a hollow shell of his former self. As if he suddenly gained a conscious, aware of what he was doing and was now paying the price for simply having one. Locked in a vicious cycle of inner torment that left him a very reclusive hermit.
“However there is nothing worse I can do to you than what you are doing to yourself.” He spoke in a boorish tone to put the Tyrantrum's fears at rest. Not a complete lie… But what would he gain for playing with an already broken toy? “In isolation, you believe you are saving them from yourself while wasting away. In the end, there is always another predator, larger, stronger, more cunning. It is a cycle that never truly ends.”
“What you do with what little life you have remaining is what you chose for it. Whittle away, I want no part of this pitiful display of weakness. I will come to collect when you become worth my time.”
A final look before he began to become that of smoke, pieces of him blowing away in the wind until not a trace of him remained.
“Their lifeforce, their soul, which ever you deem fit to call it, goes towards sustaining me. They do not return to this cycle we have. They cease to exist. It is how the balance works.“
He hadn't taking notice to her lagging behind, see the clear distress in her features, blinded by the sense of his goal, of them encroaching on the area sooner than he had expected.
But now she was fatigued, even staggered, tripping over her legs before quickly regaining her footing.
She hesitated to ask, her legs wobbling, her paws aching for relief. Mustering the courage, she reached forth-
Taking notice of his subtle grunt, her paw retreated to her side. She choked for a second, doubting whether or not it was wise to disturb him before finally pushing her demands forward. "We have been walking for a very long time now. Could we not get some rest?"
He gave pause. His unnerving stare took in the toll the journey took on her body. Once, if not twice, he observed her hobbling when the trek proved to be much on her feet. In hindsight, he should have expected this but consumed by his goal he neglected her well-being. “We can rest for the time being,” he replied briskly before turning his back to her. He was simply taking in account of all factors. To appear vulnerable was not affordable.
A small breath left the Lopunny’s maw, relief immediately soothing down her tired expression.
“I take it you see the life flowing around you, correct? Find a suitable location to rest while I locate berries,” he continued in this manner, extending his palm forth, the tip of his claws enveloped by Psychic energy. He hadn’t missed the sight of succulent Oran and Bluk dangling from a tree. With relative ease, he guided them to make a makeshift pile at the side of his feet with the use of his Psychic. “Thread carefully,” he added with a chuff. A small act of kindness as he performed this miniscule task.
His warning was met with a little defiance however. She slightly huffed back at him, hurrying her pace to find a proper spot. Of all the times to worry about her well being, and in the last way she needed it. She had paced blindly her entire life that the warning felt like a nuisance.
“Oh!” She squeaked, her balance nearly thrown off as she allowed herself to be lost in that flurry of thoughts. She could feel a bit of unevenness to the ground as she regained her posture, sharp rocky protrusions sticking out of the dirt. In a fluster she clasped her hands together and sat down, scooting over to a more comfortable spot before she could make any more of a mockery of herself.
Having finished the small task, levitating a small pile of berries for her to rest at her feet, he turned, having heard her small sound of distress, saw her stumble and quickly regain her composure. To add an insult to injury was an act he was above doing but a mere rise of the brow was the only shift in his impassive features.
He decided to settle on the ground, careful of stray branches or sharp protrusions that would prod him as he partook in a small berry as he waited for her to recuperate.
She opted to shut her maw, hoping to recover from the fall on her own yet the silence that began to reign over them worsened her fluster. It was about time she had a proper conversation with her “captor” anyways but her immediate thoughts were surely to be rejected by the cold pokemon that accompanied her. She allowed her curiosity to flow a little more, another question taking shape in her lips. One he would hopefully allow to break the silence.
“What is it like?” She uttered. “Being an incarnation of death, I mean.”
A common question he was accustomed to hearing. A silence stretched between them as he began to ponder, darkness amassing in his expression. “It is not an ideal occupation.” His voice contained a wealth of bitterness, his tone rather curt. “I am sure you understand what my duty entitles.”
He demonstrated such with a sigh. His hand began to glow, the berry in his palm started to wither, shrivel into small prunes as its life ebbed away. “I can assure you I take no pleasure in doing this. Alas it is how balance is maintained. You have the easier duty of us, rest assured.” A tinge of envy colored his tone but he elaborated no further. She had took this opportunity to break the uncomfortable silence between them, an act he appreciated.
Discarding the lifeless berry, he rested his chin on his hand, a small frown stretching on his lips. “I do hope you have not been acting out of selfishness with your abilities. I do not take kindly to this,” he said with censor. His eyes narrowed with suspicion. He grew watchful of signs that would give her away.
Her brows were furrowed, snout pointed towards the ground as she witnessed what little life was left in the withered berry dissipate. An unnecessary waste of life just to prove a point but whatever chidding she had in mind was eradicated as he spoke. Suddenly her posture weakened and her ears twisted to her back. “That... would not be possible.” She muttered, meekly nibbling on a berry she had reached out for.
He raised a brow, questioning her sudden rigid posture. A sensitive topic? Before he could inquire further, she seized an opportunity to ask another, his lips thinning.
“But, Life and Death.” She said, her voice quiet. “Why do they have to name us in such a way? I would much rather hear my own name.”
“To them, our names do not exist.” Legends never bespoke of their true names. There were titles: Life, Death, The Giver, The Destroyer and that was only but a few he had heard over his lifespan. “I would rather not be known on an intimate level to others. My name remains privy to myself. I have no intention of becoming… friendly unless matters force my hand,” he explained with a hint of disgust. The likes of mortals held no momentary interest to him. “Nonetheless, you may call me whatever you are comfortable with since I am saddled with your company.”
“But I understand your sentiment,” he was complied to add. There was a time, centuries, millennia ago, where once he shared her view. But that had long since passed.
Something felt pleasant about that. That small bit of empathy. Maybe it was her naivety painting in the wrong emotions to comfort her, or maybe she really was not as alone in that feeling as she had imagined. Whatever it was, she let the feeling sink in.
“I just believe one should be addressed by their given names. They are there for a reason. I mean, you were given a nice name. Why not use it?” She stated. Despite the ever present softness in her tone she carried out her thoughts firmly, her confidence seemingly growing the more she found herself engaging in the conversation.
A slow blink was the only sign of his surprise. My name? Nice? “I do not recall my name as being described as a pleasant one. However the compliment is... appreciative.” He spoke in a brisk manner now, caught off-guard by what seemed to be an offhand gesture of kindness. Her perspective; he understood her entirely, resting his chin upon his hand as he listened attentively.
“I will admit, getting used to being called “Life” has been a tad difficult.” She muttered out, fiddling with a half-eaten berry in her paws.
“Let it be known then. You have a sound voice.” Behind the earlier meekness, he discovered she was quite resolute as she spoke with him now. Perhaps gathering on a well of confidence that had sprung up inside of her. “Demand that they call you by your birth name and not by a title. Repeat it until it pierces through their dense skulls if you must. You have a status now you must uphold. You cannot appear to be weak among the masses,” he said firmly, leaving no room for her protests.
She drooped slightly in a sheepish manner, an almost inaudible mutter escaping through her pout. Do I really seem that frail...? She would not allow the thought to linger however as she held on to a more pressing question in her mind.
No more waiting. The suspense was welling in her the longer that thought was left unanswered. “May I ask...” She begun, pausing as she sought the right sentence to prod him with that he may put an end to her worries with a simple answer. One he seemed all too hesitant to let go of before. “What is this place you wish to take me to?”
“It is somewhere but it is also nowhere,” he described in a vague manner. There was a hint of amusement coloring the mysterious tone his voice had taken on before it vanished. “You believed I was going to make this simple on you with an explanation.” His frame shook. He was chuckling under his breath, his gaze filled with amusement.
“However I can give you…” He inclined his head, thoughtful, “some sort inkling as to the location, I suppose. Your life-bearing gift will alert you to my intentions when we arrive closer in due time. That is the only indication I will give you that should satisfy your curiosity.”
“If not, I do not care,” he added flatly, “I believe we have wasted the time I will allot you for now. I cannot remain idle for too long.”
It was not enough. Her paws balled into fists, pressing against her thighs as she held back the need to retort. His answer only planted more questions in her head, too much to word in a manner that would not irritate him. She knew she had already used up whatever patience he held for her questioning. However, one thing was for sure. If he expected anything out of her “gift”...
She murmured through a sigh, wrapping her arms tightly against her own body. “Why me…?”
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Death@Clarke: "Your demeanor and passiveness digusts me. For a being of your size, I would find my curious over what bout your cowardice but your endless stammering grate my ears before I would find myself mildly annoyed. Nonetheless I must be satiated. What happened to bring this about?"
There were no words.
Infact, there could not be any words.
Once the Yveltal had made himself known to the Tyrantrum, he did nothing else but gawk in terror at the Deity’s presence. He did not believe that his actions up to this day would end up attracting the presence of one of them, but it happened. And he had got the attention of the one he had feared the most than the others that were still living.
However, there were some notable differences from this Yveltal than the Yveltal he was told about from others. Wasn’t it supposed to be…
No, now wasn’t the time to think about question about things like that. What’s happening right now is that he’s still alive, and probably did not like to be gazed upon in such a pathetic manner. So Clarke would immediately drop onto his knees while the Yveltal continued to belittle the Tyrantrum in the meanwhile, dragging his name through the mud and what not.
It wasn’t long after until Death itself had asked a question of the Allosaurus, one that asking much, much more from him than he could ever find the courage to think about.
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