P E R C E P T I O N

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[mrotiski]

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[idanikon-blog]

"Don't chase the rabbit."

     「♚」 & їⅾεαʟṧ ɕɑɴ sɑʋɛ ᴏṹʀ ᴡᴏʀʟð 

❝we wish not for fighting! we wish not for strife! doth not you know our HATRED for such? doth not you know our pains from this?❜  

ah, but of course they could not. humans would never understand the mind of a dragon— they never could! it is agony that they feel for the strife between the two— one who valued more than life itself TRUTH, the other in the same manner IDEALS. 

❝doth not you see our SHATTERING? of your actions only pain shall be wrought upon this land— you see not TRUTHS! you see not IDEALS! only hate, only H A T E!❜ 

the dragon could not bring itself to hate either king— how sad, for it would be a rift that never again could be healed. the sound was of a great and terrible scream- a scream of harmony and cacophony— dark and light would flow from the loving C O R P S E lain before those who were to be named h e r o e s. 

in flame and flash stepped forth the fruits of their temptations and sin— of truths and ideals and inevitable destruction! ah such lovely sins bringing such great and terrible and loving! 

thus their names were written, RESHIRAM and ZEKROM, and they would be remembered, ah yes. they and their sinful, loving heroes-- their first souls! ah yes for never would a draconic mind forget such beautiful and abhorrent names, such beautiful and destructive humans! beloved and hated and oh so very necessary-- 

ah, they would always love their kings!

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    His brother, treacherous; Kyurem, dead and gone; and now war loomed on the horizon, the first break in Unova’s peace in ten long years. So much had changed in such a short time - scarcely an instant, in the grand scheme of things.      And in that instant, he could remember so much rage, so much fury. His home - his own kingdom - falling from that ideal harmony it had maintained for so long! For trying to restore it, all he’d received was his own brother’s betrayal. He’d felt such a surge of power when Zekrom came into being - it was as if he had all the strength in the world at his fingertips!     Yet now that the moment was over, all of that power seemed to abandon him. He was left to wait and prepare. To see Unova grow even more fractioned than before, all in the name of trying to restore what had been. Or rather - building what should be. Then, at his side stood not the same Dragon that had showed him loyalty for so long, but a piece of it, a severed half. How was he supposed to feel about this all?     “How many times must I ask you not to call me that before it sinks in? You are my companion, Zekrom, not my servant.” 

[idanikon-blog]

 「♚  & їⅾεαʟṧ ɕɑɴ sɑʋɛ ᴏṹʀ ᴡᴏʀʟð 

perhaps this was the punishment bestowed on these two kings; the humans who had torn their region in half-- had torn the source, the COMPLETED essence. ah, now was not the time. yes, tragedy loomed and zekrom knew tragedy-- so did adair. 

"not for a moment should you think that i refer to you as ' king ' because of feelings of servitude. instead, it is but R E S P E C T that you deserve-- you who brought forth ME from the completed one, from kyurem. forget not that while you are a king, i am a GOD as you have made me so!" 

               hues of crimson met the eyes of this soul-brother; rage was shared indeed, yet the feeling and perception of the events long gone varied by far. zekrom could find no way to forever hate reshiram-- in order to build IDEALS, it was best to know as well the TRUTH. in the end, humans would choose their paths-- this was a fact that he, nor any other, could change. 

"strife has grown in this once united land. it is a weight upon your mind and i wish not for your suffering. how could i? you are as much of me as i am you. forget not that i as well will share your joys and sorrows." 

"forget not that i as IDEALS and LIGHTNING am capable of feats far beyond human. in what you perceive as BETRAYAL from your brother, i was borne of that which you cherished most. thus in that strife i bestowed my power upon you. i yet am concerned for you, my king and companion-- with this continued strife neither IDEALS nor TRUTHS will survive." 

of events zekrom feared most, destruction of this land called unova was second only to the death of adair. with war approaching upon bloodstained horizons the dragon could not help but wonder. 

                                 "you are as much of me as i am you-- thus i have spent long hours wondering how much you will sacrifice to build our world."

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mindofperfection

     ⸢♚⸥ & їⅾεαʟṧ ɕɑɴ sɑʋɛ ᴏṹʀ ᴡᴏʀʟð 

crimson gaze swept over this man before him. this man who had fallen and decided in stride to fixate on TRUTH as a way to cope with FAILURE— an odd sight; could this man be pitied or abhorred? 

of that, zekrom was unsure. this man who had caused such strife and saw now such changes in this world— 

                     "you must have a reason to come before me. speak now as my patience with those who have caused suffering is thin."

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idealiist

     ⸢♚⸥ & їⅾεαʟṧ ɕɑɴ sɑʋɛ ᴏṹʀ ᴡᴏʀʟð 

this was a welcome happenstance. here was one who brought thoughts of peace and what SHOULD be— the one who so yearned for IDEALS. one with a desire that caused a rift and a chaos and brought forth that which could change E V E R Y T H I N G. 

thoughts did not stray into those unfortunate memories; separation from truth was, for now, the best path. 

             nay, the world could not be as it should if TRUTH stood as such an adversary. 

draconic minds would never forget; this was a name that zekrom could not erase from his mind or soul and that, he found, was not such a horrid fact. ah, a dragon could not forget one who was to be spoken of throughout history. 

                         "adair, my king—"