#abyssonance

"Your promise of satisfying my rage and animosity was broken. That I did not forget." They were both failures.

"Don't blame me for your mistakes."

He snaps before he could even control himself. He had the world on a silver platter-- he had the only one who could stop his dreams right in front of him, Giratina could've destroyed that brat in no time, and now he's the one to blame if they failed?!

Clicking his tongue on the top of his palate, hissing under his breath as he looked away, refusing to keep eye contact with that disappointing god.

"Useless."

SHE HAD SENSED A PRESENCE WITHIN THESE WOODS. The forest which her island's guardian once called home had been quiet in mourning of his passing. Though it seemed peaceful, the effects in the aftermath of his death could be felt throughout the entire island. Monsters tore one another apart in a race for dominance, to claim the crown that once oversaw peace for over a decade.

Now, something new stirs within the old Island Guardian's lair. In a time so soon after his death, it almost felt disrespectful. The rider felt anger and spite, eager to drive out the soul that had claimed the sacred grounds as its own. Yet, she knows deep down that it was selfish of her.

Through the sun-dappled trees weaved a trail that she'd recognized all too well, leading her and her rathalos to the site where it had all begun. While the sound of lush foliage rustling in the wind, and layers of birdsongs prevailed, a powerful force drew her in deeper, becoming stronger as she grew near.

. . . As the trail finally opens up to the ruined pedestal, the clearing where her grandfather's monster once lurked, its new denizen is revealed.

The abyss stares back. This is becoming very awkward.

@abyssonance