FIRESTARTER.

(independent reshiram. penned by gigi. heavily wip) The sun inside of him rages like wildfire and he is gold gold gold. The sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze; he knows this, he does. And he still asks me to love him, to face the flame.

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kozarukun: 

Or, maybe she was a god.

The boy stumbled back at the sight of shimmering white, tumbling onto his rear with wide eyes. For a moment they were filled with fear, but it faded quickly. If she wanted him dead, she could do so whenever, and could have done so whenever. Fear invited fear, the monks preached. Breathe. Calm.

It didn’t stop his hands from trembling or his voice from shaking, “I-I won’t let anyone in if you don’t want me to. No one even knows I’m here- no one wants to bother you, but–”

Breathe. Calm. He clasped his hands together in an attempt to keep them still and as a show of respect. This was her kingdom. He was not the son of a warlord here.

“B-but if you don’t like it here, we can find you a home? N-not that I want to kick you out, if you want to stay! But you said you don’t….like it…?”

    seeing her hero bow leaves Reshiram feeling alarmed - a figure, so small upon the dirt floor - fire tingles against her skin, expectation as she moves towards him, from one legend which has already long come to pass onto another. 

    she feels unsatisfied that he's bowing, her eyes lower and she offers a glance at him. eyes narrow through a hand reaches forward, unbidden as warm aches for warmth and fire aches for flame. in this lackadaisical frame of clumsy limbs and messy hair was her hero. 

    she'll ponder this another time, perhaps this was her punishment for burning down the legacy of her old hero yet - there's a connection between the two of them, one that he does not recognize - and thank Arceus for that. “ I will leave with you, ” she decides, placing one, trembling hand upon his forehead and will the flames to come, a benediction if a bitter one. 

[sanadaas]

@igniteritas

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

[igniteritas]

  why are these humans always so loud? if you wish to praise her beauty, mortal, why can’t you do it more discretely? 

[igniteritas]

kozarukun: 

A….god?

It certainly explained why the mine was closed, if it were the case, but the being before him was no Pokemon or creature, and even if she was, the name Reshiram was never once written in any temple texts. Perhaps Sensei held something away? The same as she was ‘shackled’?

Or perhaps she was a god as much as father’s link: something revered as all powerful simply as a means to an end? As much as he loved Aggron and what they did for the mountain, the temples did say that no god could ever be bent to the will of a man. Father bent his steel in his favor.

And if a god would not bend to any will, a shackled god wasn’t a god.

He finally spoke again after a moment. “I can’t take it myself, I’m just scouting, but when I tell the miners this place is clear, there’ll be a lot more people here. You don’t seem much like a monster to me, but I also don’t get the impression you’d like being here if it was so crowded.”

“How are you stuck in here? Maybe I can help? Get you home, I mean. Where are you from?”

    he does not believe her, that much Reshiram was certain of. though gods without prayer, without form, without worshippers or agency could not truly be gods, right? his proclamation was humbling if little else and she lifts her head towards him, turns to him with bright, blazing eyes. gathers her strength and in that moment no longer stood a young girl but rather a dragon in full form, in all her glory.

     “I have no home,” she murmurs. “It burned away in a war between two - ideas! This is my dominion now - this is my kingdom, my throne, my world - I do not like it but this is my fate. Will you take that away from me for greed, warlord princeling Toyotomi Hideyoshi?” 

    her eyes fixates upon the other once again, she's bitter and angry and terribly alone - she does not understand this, there's a restlessness in her chest - she who had been created by men’s greed and desire for something greater. an anomaly, one half to another - separated. she is a dragon at the center of the volcano, a monster turned feral - there were tales long ago of her third brother, a devourer of men who ventured too close.  

    she remembers the prophecy and stares at the boy again, this princeling of soft eyes who have people that depend on him. was he to be her hero then? he does not look much like a hero though she recognizes that light, it burns no less brighter than that of her first hero, the one who cast her aside and locked her away. “Will you take me away?” 

[igniteritas]

       " You are Zekrom’s hero? ” curious gaze fixates upon the dark-clad man, as history goes this hero of ideals is much better in the sartorial department at the very least and far more commanding than that bumbling, foolish despot whom she had cared for and then hated for all those years. “ You are my hero’s friend? ” an impossibility, that was what the fates had ordained yet she has watched from her roost, of the two of them walking. there’s a familiarity that her monkey gifts this hero, one which Reshiram is intensely grateful for. 

        he is all sharpness and shadows when her own hero was effervescent light and gold though his eyes seemed very kind. he's fascinating in the way all their not-heroes were and he smells of electricity and storms. she studies him curiously for a while before lowering her magnificent mane of white. it feels safer in this form when her own hero was a diminutive creature, a quiet presence by the other's side. head nudges at his open palm; perhaps it would not be so amiss for this hero of ideals to give the dragon of truth a head-pat? / @ryuojun

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kozarukun: 

“Well, you aren’t a clump of iron, so no, I didn’t come for you.

On the one hand, admitting to a mysterious stranger that he was the son of a warlord seemed rather dangerous. Father always spun stories about those who would wish he captured or worse, and this would be the perfect place to stage a kidnapping.

On the other hand, between the staff on his back and his Chimchar, the boy was confident that he could at least escape any danger that presented itself.

“I am Toyotomi Hideyoshi, son of Hashiba. I came to investigate the mine as a potential source of income for my kingdom, as all reports point to there still being untapped veins. Everywhere I read said that this cave used to house a monster or something, but you’re the first living thing I’ve run into since I came in.”

Which…now that he thought about it was a little suspicious. Not a single Geodude or Zubat as far as the eye could see.

“You don’t look like a monster, but that’s not an Ignid name. I answered your question, so answer mine: what are you doing here?”

        she has been called a lot of things in life: murderer, firestarter, monster (again) and now a clump of iron. or rather not a clump of iron and was that not more insulting than any of the other names, to be tossed aside because she was light and fire and truth and not a cold, hard, dead rock? 

       the boy is young and his lashes flutter; there's a light within him though he's small as a rattata and such guileless bravery: a foolish boy to have given away his identity so for there are those who seek power to control and wield it and a princeling more than any other creature in this world knows not of its power. “ toyotomi hideyoshi is not a name which I have heard before, ” Reshiram says with some amusement in her voice. 

     “ I am Reshiram, a god of truth and fire shackled in this infernal cave. ”

     her own eyes are dim, a lethal flash of blue - of frost and chains and memory, she need not trust in any human for all humans lie - wrapping their falsehoods under a guise of honesty and sincerity. “ I am not from here, ” an admittance. “ There is no monster but I who reside here, ” there are fairytales from Unova of young poor boys who have become kings with the help of their twin dragons, two lights reflected into one. she does not believe in fairy tales. 

     in the other's eyes there is a light, a faint memory of warmth beneath the beating of her too-human heart. nay, she need not heed it - this land was a cruel land for gods, a punishment, a purgatory with their so-called creator vanishing despite their prayers of release. “ go take your coal and iron and begone, boy, ” 

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          aurora is not her kingdom - there is farmland and greenary and she feels itchy from the pollen. yet her beloved monkey is here and so she will be - if only to guide and protect him. her monkey, though smart and brave and charming gets into accidents quite frequently and she’s pretty sure that only after lord nobunaga’s missing arm did zekrom stop lording his whole hero over her. a flicker of flame from impatience, quietly and quickly doused - it would not do to set this region aflame, hide had told her very carefully. reshiram had looked quite upset over that because it was not she who ought to be careful but rather her monkey of a hero. 

         she spots a little creature running over followed by a young woman with blonde hair and watches them carefully. there is traces of her hero in the little one’s face, the curve of his brow and the small mischievous smile on his face. a quiet rumble as she gestures at him and the woman beside him, ‘ i would ask your names ’ / @ranseiuniter

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lionfanged:

‘ aren’t you a complete stick in the mud? don’t you even want to open your mind to the possibilities? ‘

       “ you called me a charmer earlier. and now a stick in the mud. so what is the truth then, amusing mortal? ”

[igniteritas]

lionfanged: 

‘ aren’t you a charmer. we could have so much fun, you and i. ‘

“ i suppose we can. it would be most amusing burning down presumptuous mortals like you, ”

[lionfangeda]

@igniteritas

oh look at that. a free truth dragon.

[igniteritas]

 “ mortal, I am free for you are not my hero, ” 

[wrathcrowned]

                                       ❝ All hail the Great Deceiver –!! ❞

                                               FOR HE WILL REIGN 

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[igniteritas]

holyrr: 

         aroused from those clouds of sleep is he, child of innocence   /   pure && — — —utterly naive, though not without reckless, rebellious whims of his own.   it was why they were out there then, far from the heart && beat of harmonian grounds.   obedience && curiousity were two qualities unfit for each other, && though he loved his father && teachers dearly &&usually remembered to nod every time he was scolded, he couldn’t help but feel excited every time their adventures took them one more inch into those ’ uncharted lands. ’

         he rubbed his eyes && let out a soft yawn.   ❛ i read a book.   colds are strong in colds weather.   ’ lipid coating. ’   but. ❜   he paused, seeming for a moment to give into reshiram’s suggestion as he climbed aboard her wing.   ❛ but. warm. luci—nda is warm like castle. like home. ❜   he began to growl then as he repeated——   like home ! home ! home !

           eyes soften as wings softer than clouds settle around the sleeping boy like a staircase, remains still for the boy to climb aboard. you, she thinks. you i will keep safe and warm for the castle is not your home. home is warmth and safety and an ancient kingdom where the king ruled, just and fair. this boy’s father, this boy’s teachers, this boy’s legacy                                  oh let him remain gentle! let him remain naive! 

           a good child with bright eyes and kind hands and so naive ( perhaps he was more fitted for zekrom, equally idealistic and pure. reshiram, dragon of fire and light and truth with infernos in her eyes         she feels too large, too dangerous for the boy. this place, this castle - she feels equally too large and yet trapped. perhaps the other was feeling the same? children at least, they were always more honest with their intentions. they had a simplicity about them which some call naivete but was it not a strength too, to cut directly to the heart? 

                    “ colds are strong in cold weather which is why you ought to be                       indoors, sweet child. I am warm but I am not warm enough, come.                       you may sleep on the ride back, I will take care that you do not fall. ”

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kozarukun: 

Hideyoshi had always wondered why they abandoned this mine. According to records, they hadn’t fished out all of the deposits within. All that was written in the tombs of the monastery were fear laced accounts of demons from the volcano. Beasts of fire and brimstone that swallowed workers whole.

Hideyoshi had laughed at the myth. Hideyoshi wasn’t laughing now, nor was the Chimchar clinging to his back, barely poking his head over the boy’s shoulder.

“To be honest, ma’am, I wouldn’t know who you are to say one way or another.” Perhaps it was unwise to be so blunt, given that this was certainly no ordinary woman, but Hideyoshi never claimed to be smart. “These mines have been abandoned for decades. Centuries, even. What are you doing here?”

         she finds that she regards him with more wariness than hate and instead inclines her head and lips curl with some approval at his politeness. he appears earnest though that makes her only the warier but nevertheless, reshiram allows a small smile before inclining her head. as the very embodiment of truth, she could sense that he was being honest (a little foolish perhaps through her own hero had also been foolish)                          “ then what is your purpose here? ”

and she looks and in that moment she feels drawn towards him, compelled by some force to leap from her perch and take a step towards him. inside her heart is beating hard and fast, breath held tight in her throat. her hero, her sweet constantine        the harmonian man who betrayed and doomed the dragon of truth. how dare he come, how dare 

    how dare Arceus create her thusly, dooms her to belong to a hero. her and zekrom and vaulted kyurem above all doomed in that one moment, once they had been one dragon and free as their brethren of the skies and time and space and now. relying upon humanity and being naught but tools to serve their purpose. and how is this ... this scruffy boy with a monkey on his shoulder her hero. she needs not a hero, not after the harmonias. not after everything. 

       “ I am Reshiram. have you truly not come for me? ”

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     a nudge towards the child, reshiram knows how to be gentle for human creatures are soft and this one smells of hope, of rain. “ you should not be sleeping here, ” in her eyes are pinpricks of light though they are gentle flames like hearth fires. he is a harmonia child which should doom him yet -      she feels only protectiveness though he was but a sweet child who was kind and spoke to her softly and perhaps she is a fool to hope (for hope was the domain of zekrom) but what else does the dragon of truth know? 

            “ you shall catch a cold here. you were very miserable last time when you were ill as I recall, ” a faint hint of amusement enters her voice as she gently offers a wing for him to climb. the harmonian lands are expansive after all and it was growing dark. “ shall I carry you back to the castle? ” // @holyrr

[igniteritas]

      “ they said that you would come, ” a sonorous voice yet rusty with disuse. reshiram stands out amidst the grim and darkness of the ignian mines, a vision of blinding white and gold and glory brighter than the eternal flames. she finds it easier to be threatening, to be terrifying; men do not seek out the truth if they are fearful and should they not then she is safe.  

there is a boy in front of her, soft-featured and rosy-cheeked. she would have said that he appears sweet save for the fact that he will soon become a man and men are dangerous, winding pretty lies like the garlands of blossoms that her constantine had gifted her; he had been the best of them all. all others lie. her mouth twists out of displeasure 

                 “ are you to use me as a conquerer then?                    you ought to fear me boy. I’ve set kingdoms                    aflame and men too of greater stature than                    yourself. ” // @kozarukun

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