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I'm Someone New // Julius and Serena (AU)

It was a butiful day that day. The clouds were out the sun was shining nothing could go wrong. Serena smiled as she walked around town. She loved days like this because it was like the day she started her pokemon journey and the day she ended it. She walked around town and watched as friends met and had a meal together. She frowned and watched as they talked and laughed.

She always wanted friends she could call up every once and a while. Serena often wishes she wasn’t the brat when she was younger because now she goes out alone often, never having any one but her pokemon to talk to and hang out with. Yes she had her friends she met on her journey but she never saw them that much. 

Turning she continued to walk around town. “I wish I could go back in time and fix my childish behaviors.” She shied and watched her feet. Not paying attention she bumped in to some one. After catching her balents she apologized and looked at the figure in front of her. He had beautiful navy blue eyes and hair to match but for some reason she felt as if she met this person before. “I’m sorry to have bumped in to you but do I know you from some where?” She asked.

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At 16, life seemed to go on and on mindlessly. Julius woke up with a large yawn and stretch of his long limbs. Dusknoir slowly appeared by his bed side and floated gleefully around it's trainer.

"Good morning," the boy with gorgeous gem eyes smiled up at the ghost, his kind expression received a knowing hum from his companion before he heard his mother call him down for breakfast. Hopping off his bed and slipping into a shirt so he wouldn't get yelled at by his mother for walking around half naked in November. Down the stairs and turning the corner, Julius was automatically assaulted by the smell of breakfast. Speeding up his pace, he greeted his family a good morning (pecking his adorable sister on the crown of her head of blond head and bowing respectfully to his father).

"Good morning," he greeted in his stoic, and low voice. His father exchanged him a lazily smirk while his mother fretted over the way his shirt was not tucked into his sleeping pants ("You'll get a cold that way Julius Victor Cohen!") His sister made grabby hands at him to which he bent down and allowed her to press a sloppy, jam covered, smooch on his pale cheek. Taking his seat along his loving family, Julius planned on how to tackle another boring day.

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"It's getting colder now a days isn't it, Dusknoir?" A shade darker than navy blue squinted at the weak sunlight that peaked through the thick blanket of clouds. A breath of fog lined his lips as he exhaled warm air from his mouth, mingling with the icy air that surrounded him. He wished Lily (adored little sister) was with him at the moment because of the fact that she was basically a living heat pad. Shoving his finger-less gloves into his coat's pocket, Julius walked on until he bumped into something shorter than him. He had a hard time trying to dodge something he could barely see, being tall could be such a hassle sometimes.

"Ah, excuse me," he held onto the elbow of the short lady he had carelessly bumped into. A flash of blond hair and a soft smile brought his attention back to earth and out of the skies.

"S-Serena?"

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“The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious;"

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When the hand pulls away sharply it had reminded her of claws and torn flesh; the sudden rescind and harsh glare of narrowed eyes unwarranted — what did I do? laced on her thoughts as anger and confusion surged through the both of them. While Lily was distracted enough by her pulsating digits and how the warmth of the touch had left her cold and shivering, the growl was left ignored while the bird squawked in seeming conversation with the Wolf King. The only sounds that she had been paying attention to was the sound of her blood rushing in her ears, her eyes slowly moving back to the motion of the other’s hand opening and closing— opening closing.

Fear was apparent now even as the scowl dropped from his face with a marred, vague sense of apology – even the bird (the tawny creature) seemed to soften considerably at the turn of events. Though whatever it was that the boy had learnt of her – Lily had known nothing about him save for the fact that he was probably dangerous; and whatever excitement she had once felt about befriending the feral creature was left with a heightened sense of apprehension and nervousness – what if he was one of those in the lore – the reason why people went m i s s i n g?

»  THE KALOS TRIBUNAL » YET ANOTHER CHILD TAKEN; PARENTS advised to keep children out of FOREST Increased sightings of PHANTUMP indicate sinister activity

Lily flinches when the exhalation of his breath touches her skin, the condensation in the frigid air hanging like tiny suspended icicles and diamond dust. Though she has convinced herself by now that flight was better than fight, the sound of something familiar latches onto her and creates a last chance for any form of reconciliation between the two.                  Di- did yo—? yet words are cut short again by the intrusion of her namesake falling off foreign tongue. The wolf boy’s speech was nothing perfect, heavily accented and mistakable, and yet Cohen. was something the child was adamant that she had heard.  Excitement / Worry / Frustration / Confusion meld into one simultaneously likened to a parent hearing their child speak for the first time. Say it again, they would request as though they couldn’t quite believe it themselves — the baby said mama / the baby said papa! Repeatedly, she fixes her gaze with resolve on the boy’s singular optic, cutting the back-stepped distance between them with some sort of falsified confidence. 

How did he know it? She had been instructed not to tell anyone about her father’s name – Cohen, as a measure of keeping her safe (it has caused so much trouble already / I don’t want them to destroy her childhood too—) Then how did he, she wonders – this boy with all his oddities and shortcomings and that strange bird, know about her secret namesake?                                         She even pinky-promised daddy not to say it                                                          a n y w h e r e       (e l s e). "Repeat it—," and if he does, her next question is …                              “H o w    d i d    y o u   k n o w   m y   p a p a ‘s   n a m  e?”

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Ah, yes. How indeed did this young wolf know her Father’s name? What a curious turn of events. The wolf took a step back and felt the heel of his boot snag onto a root, causing him to stumble back a bit before regaining his step. His feathered friend let out a squawk as it’s powerful wings began to beat against the strong winds, carrying it above the two children.

A loud groaning came from the trees that stood tall and proud around the boy and the girl. Suddenly, a large root became undone by the soil and raced towards Lily. Quickly, he rushed forward and scooped the girl into his arms, bring her farther away from the dangers of the forest.

          "bird!" the wolf cried out to his companion who cawed in answer, "get away from here before the trees begin to attack you also!"

the bird floated still as a look of confusion crossed it’s expression, “sire, i leave you not alone to deal with this horrendous entity!”

          "you must leave! now!" with a final growl as an order, the wolf king ran towards his castle, dodging the shooting roots with an alarming speed, his cloak of red fluttering behind him.--

Having no time to open the large wooden doors of his castle, the wolf scaled his way up the side of cold bricks, girl over his shoulder. Soon, slower than usual because of the additional weight, he was at the top of his fortress, the cold north wind biting his cheeks. Pressing her down to the flat roof of the castle, the wolf waited silently for the rushing of leaves and grumbling of eart subsided. Silence engulfed the forest, a blanket of gray washing over the earth. Night was slowly approaching.

Sapphire eye glinted with a shine of red as the boy looked down at Lily. She was quivering, he didn't know if it was from shock of the cold winds. Gingerly, he unwrapped his velvet red, lamb fur lined coat and set in on her head of ruined hair of blond. Though he longed to question her; he questioned himself the most.

           Why did it hurt so much when he thought about the name Cohen?

     What was that strange flashback with the young human baby in a cradle?

Anger and confusion began to flood over as well as stress; he didn't understand what to do with young Lily neither. Sharp nails began to dig into his fine shorts as the decisions began to pour onto him, causing his head to spin and his stomach to ache

It was then, he felt a hand, warmth rushing through his body. Looking up with his only eye, he was greeted with a knowing look and solemn smile from the girl who seemed years younger than him.

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My Colorful Young Master...

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“The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious;"

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The shade of his eyes were like the ocean - a tumult held beneath the façade of a calm alongside a certain air of  self-assured importance. In his opulent gaze that had held the reflection of her likeness, it transfixed the littlest Cohen to them, ignoring the welcome the Wolf King had extended with a thirst for more. Yet Familiar — it nags within her some how; and Lily tries her hardest to recall where or why or how that certain hue had felt like a misplaced home stirring her heart, but nothing comes up even as the distance was cut. Though within her a satisfaction burned to see the flecks of golden amber sun nestled within the blue in close proximity, she realizes that there was unfortunately — only one. (Though in hindsight it was probably easier to look into a single eye than two;)

And this time as low growls break the air of magic tension between them, Lily jerks slightly backward to accommodate to the outstretched hand and regards it with a shielded interest.                        “Are you growling at me?” she begins with her attention alternating between the hand and the other’s face — and though he had seemed earnest enough about what was considered “typical human interaction”, an inexplicable understanding had explained to Lily that the boy before her was unlike her in as many ways as they were similar.                                            “Can you speak?” her words egg on again, and a smile spreads across her rosette cheeks almost indulgently as it directs toward the tawny bird as well.  ———                Lily the trees whisper as the blades of tall grass around them whip against each other with a rustled unrest. Lily; the lallang murmurs while leafy debris swept their way in-between the pair. Her sight is still fixed on his, and she regards the beginning of escaped sun rays through canopies the seemed to find themselves bound within what was left of the organ with seeping warmth; I’ve known you a long time but it seems like I’ve forgotten your name.  "Lily——" she reconfirms as small hands wrap themselves around his (not a handshake, more so an earnest grasp.) "It is nice to see you."

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A static shock went from her hand to his, creating a angered grunt to leave his lips and the quick retraction of his hand.

           "what did she do?!" the wolf king barked and his feathered companion to which the bird fluttered it's wings to stay steady on the boy's shoulder.

           "fair now young wolf, fair now," the bird chirped as he hopped, "by which the lady gave you a handshake like you asked for, lord" the bird chirped in a confused tone.

The blue haired wolfboy was silent, "... there," he paused and scrambled in his mind to find words to fit the description of the electricity that ran through him from the girl, from Lily, "a shock came from her," he sent a look to the girl who seemed appalled at his rather disturbed reaction to her touch, although he meant no malice towards her, curiosity more like it, judging by her expression he must have thrown her a rather nasty look.

           "sire, the words you described mean nothing to a feathered beast such as i, elaborate if you could," black beaded eyes challenged the king of the magical forest.

           "test my patience if you will, bird," the wolf snorted as he flexed his hands, opening and closing it, trying to remember the feeling of when he held hands with the young blond. It was a feeling of damp melancholy, and the smell of expensive tea leaves. The king could only stitch the parts together to mean that Lily here was from a rather fair off family. Her scent was filled with the aroma of delicacy and a pampered life, unlike the poor village girls who met their lives end in this forsaken forest. Alas, there was also a scent mixed in her that reminded him of something he yearned to remember but at the same moment, forget all together. She had the scent of a loving family, the complete opposite of what the little king had endured.

           "she reminds me of the things i do not have, fledgling," the king bit back bitterly, "for somewhat reason, i do not wish her the luck of the devil; a connection is between us," he stepped forward to the flower girl (she reluctantly took a step back, which the wolf flicked his furry ears to) the boy took her hand into his once more and refused to budge when she tried to tug away.

           "Li-ly," he tried to growl out in a language long forgotten to him, foreign to his ears his own voice.

         "Li-ly."

A flash of memory ran through his mind; a small child with fair skin and eyes as bright as diamonds in a bed made for a new born human child.

            "L-Lily..." his teeth grit and his mind began to sting with an uncharming feel, "Co...hen..."

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“The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious;"

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She looks up when the sound of a bird caws above her – but she is unsure of the direction of it; lost to the moment of disorientation and fascination, having it been carried by the wind some ways afar off from where the child stood. Large, curious eyes still fixed on the wrought-iron gates and bountiful creeping roses (though were crimson in color, had somehow seemed dead in the surrounding of it all). Hands begun to reach out gently, and Lily was pleased with (almost) feeling the soft plush of petals under her fingertips and while the first sound of shuffling leaves misses her attention, the second crack of a broken bough snaps her back to reality and forces Lily to rescind her hand to her chest.  A boy – and the hawk (she presumes) from before.  She sees a tint of blue (like hers) after the waves of shock even out into a regular heartbeat, and even attempts a slight smile toward the little king that seemed unintent in showing kindness. Somehow, Lily felt as though those narrowed eyes had been trying to tell her something – a warning, perhaps – maybe protective of the castle she had been so close to touching before?

"Is this yours?" the child says after another prolonged silence of no communication, having recalled her mother’s words that it was wrong to take another child’s "toy", and that perhaps asking for permission would garner a possibility to share or make a friend in the process. Of course, the castle was not a "toy" per se, but if it makes any difference – it had felt all the same to the young Cohen.                     “What’s your name?”                               “I like your bird – is he your pet?” Another seemingly eternal silence forces the girl to shuffle and scuff her shoes into the ground and pulls her lips into a thin line; teeth brought down semi-nervously on her bottom lip with the intensity of a determined child who absolutely refused to leave until a semblance of contact has been made with something (or someone) that had piqued her interest so quickly.

                                    She was like her father in that way                                     A kind of (relentless).. if anything                 “My name is L i l y— after Lily of the Valley;                  my momma told me that I was born to make nature my friends                  with a name like mine.”                                                                                     “Who are you?”

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Her words were a gurgled mess to him. From the low pitches of her voice to the high as she spoke a language he has not heard of for many moons; his hands twitched with irritation. Not because he couldn't understand the girl's words, but because of the dreading aura the woods began to give off, especially around their area.

As the girl with vivid gem eyes that almost resembled his only one optic jewel kept on speaking in a tongue nonequivalent to his ears the little wolf boy's eyes sharpened. The greenery had hushed into a lulling silence as the wind past by the duo, the king's hair swaying as the northern air brought on the scent of emptiness: no animal was near them.

A squawk of jeering from his winged companion caught the boy's attention and with a low huffing sound he ask the bird of what of the matter did he find so funny. The haughty bird replied with a bob of his head and a

           "the young girl thinks i am your pet; also she ponders aloud of what they call you"

           "ridiculous" the wolf scoffed as he landed his sharpened eyes on the blond girl once more "i find it rather questionable how you understand the human's speech."

           "alas, little king, the wings i bear let me seek over the skies, to different lands, where they speak this language. quickly, i have adapted to their strange speech"

The bluette nodded his head in understanding of the hawk's words and tried to figure out a way to speak to the girl in front of him. Raising his hand, clawed and sharp, he swept it to the side and shook his head; referring that he did not have a name. Obviously the little understood little to nothing as she stood their with a rather glazed expression in her bright eyes.

           "did she not understand?"

           the hawk squawked, "little lord, no one would understand such a belittled expression"

           "shut up before i eat you"

           "little lord, she speaks again"

           "go on, then"

           "she speaks of her name, "lily", they call her. a name to treasure"

           "lily. the name of the flower with the scent that makes my nose twitch" the small boy sniffed disdainfully "her presence is unwanted here" the blue haired boy spoke to his companion as he advanced towards the stranger "the woods grow restless evermore; a while longer and she'll be swallowed up the roots and taken in as another play thing"

The tawny bird cawed in agreement before it spoke out once more

           "lord, she inquires about you. she seeks to know who you are."

The space between them had finally closed to where the boy was hovering over the little girl with a foot and a couple inches competing with her. She was small, not fragile, just miniscule. Her eyes burned with naive curiousity; just like the past little girls that have wandered their way into this forest. Cautiously, he brought his hand to his heart and closed his eye, showing that he was of no harm. Extending his other hand to the little girl, he blinked his crystalline eye in patience for her to take his hand.

Her eyes never met his and neither did it flickered to the hand offered in front of her, instead there she stood, transfixed on the color of the wolf king's eye. He let out a low growl, a rumble in his throat, as he gestured to his hand once more.

           "i am the ruler of this wolves in this forest, young lily,i am known by many names" he growled out, obviously a foreign language to the girl "come with me, for the forest grows weary"

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C i n d e r e l l a (AU) | Sarah & Julius

Ring!

    Ring!

         Ring!

The constant ringing of bells chiming woke the blonde haired female from her dreamless sleep. Flinging the small thin of a blanket off her, the young girl quickly got up, made her bed and dressed in her clothes - if you even could call them that. Her clothes just consisted of brown dress with a light blue elbow length shirt and a white apron - so pretty much rags.

Opening the door to her room she rushed down the steps in a somewhat light skip and appeared in the kitchen. “Good morning.” She greeted the animals that were already there. The faithful old dog that’s been with the family for ages lifted his head up and let out a woof, the birds were all chirping happily and a few other arrangement of animals were there too.

Quickly getting to work she got the pans and started to brew warm water for the coffee and as the pans were warming up she began to fill the dog bowl as well prepare some fine food for the cat whom by the way was at the doorway giving a displeasing look at the kitchen.

Once the animals were fed she began to work on breakfast. As the eggs were cooking she got out three plates and began to prepare the tray and placing the breakfast onto them. Placing a pitcher on her head she slowly picked the tray up as she made sure to not have anything fall.

This was the typical morning for the female, she got up, dressed fed the animals and prepared food for her family. In truth it was just her stepmother and stepsisters, her father passed away suddenly - not really she was waiting for it, but his illness took a turn for the worse and well here she was now.

She turned corners without dropping anything and her stepmother’s cat was watching her with watchful eyes. Wouldn’t want anything to drop now yeah? 

Using her elbow the young female opened the door to one of her lovely stepsister’s rooms and was met with some usual words in the morning and she continued to move on until she was in front of her stepmother’s room.

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Ah yes, a full schedule once more. Rolling his one good eye as his head butler read off a list of his daily activities, Julius chewed on his breakfast slowly, time was always his enemy anyways. Having finished a small dent to his meal, he stood up, his chair sliding smoothly on the glazed flooring of his dining room.

As usual, his Mother and Father were doing their own little daily activities. Father was off with business like things while Mother pampered herself with her lady friends. Poor little Julius was stuck with all the bland things to do such as learn the things he was already taught by with his Father and boring old Jockey with his chaps later on with the day. The only time that the small prince really enjoyed was self study. He loved to learn many different things about the many different places outside of his English manor. Though he dreams of traveling the world someday, he is hindered with his duties as a prince of the land and already at such a young age of 15 he was forced upon to pick a lady who will be his bride.

Sighing, the bluette followed the winding staircase down to the first floor and out to the garden where his Mother will most likely be, gossiping such mindless topics like she always does. His sharp heeled shoes clicked with every step he took down his marble stairs, echoing in the large yet empty estate.

As he opened the doors, a rush of spring breeze greeted him with a gentle kiss on both his rosy cheeks. The sun was shyly peeking out of it's guardian, the clouds, to greet Julius with a heat that reminded him that summer was soon to come. Alas as summer came, also did his wedding. He bit back a bitter smile as he joined his Mother and his "aunts" in a pearly gazebo in the middle of the lush green field of their backyard.

"Good day Mother and to the fine ladies," he bows down politely and nearly cringes at the shrill shrieking of the women's reaction to his acts of proper manners. Rolling his eyes before he stood straight up once more, a rather plastic smile sealed on his small lips.

"Ah, Anne, what such a lovely young man have you raised;" one of the fine ladies with a rather large powdered bust complimented young Julius who responded to the kind words with a childish smirk.

Anne, Julius's young Mother, thanked the lady and brought her soft eyes onto her son, "Why yes, Julius is the pride of our country after all, but he still is my little princeling." The smile she offered her son was enough to blow away the heavy clouds that hung over his head, he absolutely adored his Mother.

"Say will you, Julius dear," another woman spoke up, "mustn't you be getting ready for the ball tonight."

At her words, the boy's one good eye darkened.

"Ah yes!" A red headed woman shrieked as she clapped her hands together, "The ball, the ball! Oh my daughter has been dreaming about this ball all month, I must say it has even gotten in the way of her studies!"

Julius rolled his sapphire gem eye and crossed his arms over his chest, his earlier expression of glee darkened.

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please thread with julius! he’s in a bad mood since he wasn’t given any sweets today. contact me if you want to thread anything specific!