Cursed Princess

Indie and Selective || Written by Cameron

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decidxeye:

It was likely of him.

As long as a stranger/interloper/unknown creature did not cause turmoil of any sorts, or dared disturb the tranquility of his homeland one way or another, Alba wouldn’t ever dare to offer his aid or to even give out any possible help to whoever was the person or Pokémon in question - and Sabrina was no difference from this thought process of his. He’d suggested help, she’d accepted. Simple as that. There they’d find themselves, cruising through the forest, Alba by her side, wings neatly tucked by his side with his steps calm and his hood slightly enclosed around his face - not too much of course, features still somewhat visible for the Braixen to see and gaze at. Last thing he desired was to seem sketchy or shady to someone the likes of her. After all, he wouldn’t question, but she seemed…well, of refined nature.

He’d held a neutral smile through the entirety of their trip too, truly holding no ill intentions towards the other, were no negativity in her person to arise. All he wished for was to take her to safety, or, at the best of situations, to wherever she desired to be at, so, it is only to be expected that when the Braixen comes to a stop and gives him the most of neglecting looks, that the Decidueye becomes confused and slightly concerned.

He did not want to question her, he really didn’t, but they were far from even reaching their destination, and the path ahead - especially their current trail, was classified by his senses as inappropriate and dangerous.

Alba would protest, of course.

“…W-What?

…You surely cannot be serious, right, miss?

We’re barely even halfway to our destination, and the road ahead is beyond risky - especially if you do not know them!”

Trust was something she did not know she could afford this Decidueye. She wanted to, truly, from the bottom of her heart. The mainland was home to things she could only dream of when she scoured through the countless books in her library, eating away at the magic of it all. She always wanted to come here for whatever reason and taste just how different the air was on the mainland, and how much more radical the folk were, but even she knew of the dangers. It was often that her father sat her upon his lap of sagely hood and, with great thematic presence, warned her of the type of world that resided east of their island. A world of turmoil and fear, home to only the darkest of figures that crawled upon that part of the earth and would prey upon her at any given moment. As the sole remaining princess of Farabusad, caution was all she had. Caution, haughtiness, and wit.

"How do I know I can trust you?" As blunt as her question may have been, it wasn't without merit. Pirates had claimed the seas ever since Groudon's unrest caused the traumatic turmoil that it did, for they k n e w without a doubt that many would be weakened by the chaos that claimed the land. Her passage had not been an easy one, and it still would not be. Family rivals would do anything they could to snip the bud of her flower. If she put even the slightest bit of faith into the wrong individual then, like that, her head would be served as a platter to the enemies that King Alexander Fernand and Queen St. Mary Fernand created.

And she knew it. The fire blazing in her eye, the eternal gift from Mother Ho-Oh, knew this far too well.

"I ask that you tell me how I might trust you. Only then shall we proceed beyond this point. If you think a lady such as I will just be led into the darkest confines of the jungle without proper verification of who you are, then you are sorely mistaken, oh surly knight."

Taking a step backwards with her paw now firmly grasped to her stick, Sabrina did her bust to stay calm. Her legs did not tremble and her eyes did not waver. Had Alba gained her trust then as quickly as this began it would be over, but she had to now. Even if it meant inciting his offense or frustration, she would not leave off into the night without securing her safety. She was princess, after all. She could not afford herself the luxury of waning off that any brave soul who agreed to her whims would simply sweep her off her feet, bringing her into the star-printed dreams of romanticized posh and rubbish.

"I ask that you speak quickly. A lady does not like to be kept waiting."

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@dolilopunny has joined her party.

“Mmmm, yes. You are indeed quite the chatter box. I find it adorable for now, but do not forget what I’ve paid you for.” The haughty fox kept her nose up and her smile small, arms folding over as she kept herself reclined with royal poise upon the seat. "You are to fight by my side for as long as I keep your payment steady. This does n o t mean you have to cling yourself to me with such incessant speech."

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timelysteel:

He would listen.. oh how he would listen, every one of her words bouncing off of unseen walls that cause her words to echo out almost like an endless windchime. With the status of time itself appearing to fall slower and slower to a near stop, it was no surprise that such a lack of sound would cause a single voice to be amplified, not as though it were heard by one, but by many, and in the presence of the Lord of Time, it felt like such a thing was true. But the truth was that it was just him and her present within this space of conversation. No other words were heard aside from her own.

Introducing herself as a princess of a land she has growned accustomed to, to learn that the deity of rebirth and purity and the mother of fire has abandoned, presumably, the island they were presumed sworn to protect, it carved a rather grave expression on the lord’s features. He, for a moment, took a second to exhale slowly - and with that, time would seem to stop completely. Her words echoed louder now, each and every syllable heard even more clearly than it had been before. Nothing she was providing him made him feel joy - none of what she said made him feel any sort of amusement. All that he felt was a sense of dread and chaos, amidst the most recent occurrences within the mortal world, especially with one of his siblings suddenly achieving their primal state to unexpectedly.

His quietness, however, ended as soon as she finished speaking. She sought not to be soothed with words or with assurances, but with action and a clarity, both of which he can provide her with, if only temporarily. He knew what the extent of consequences of changing the past was, and by no means would he ever allow someone the ability to interact with the past under his own line of power.

But to be graced with the ability to see into the past, to understand it for what it really is, see and hear for oneself the record of what has happened to make things the way they were..? That was something he could grace her with.

The glowing gem on his sternum began to emit a bright light, before it would fire off at Sabrina’s chest like a well-aimed laser. Upon contact, however, it neither charred or burned her, it caused no point, but there was something gracing about the power that touched upon her, something welcoming and inviting, something that offered to give her the clarity of what she desired.

Sαвяιηα… уσυя ѕтяιfє ιѕ ησт σηє I cαη cσηfιям ησя ɗєηу ωιтн ωσяɗѕ αƖσηє. Iт ιѕ ησт ѕσмєтнιηg тнαт cαη вє мєηɗєɗ ωιтн му αѕѕυяαηcєѕ σя єxρƖαηαтισηѕ. Iηѕтєαɗ, I gяαcє уσυ, тємρσяαяιƖу, ωιтн му ρσωєя.

 Ƭσ ѕєє уσυя ωσяƖɗ fяσм ωнαт ιт σηcє ωαѕ, αт ιтѕ кєу ρσιηтѕ, тσ υηɗєяѕтαηɗ вєттєя тнє єνєηтѕ тнαт Ɩєαɗ υρ тσ уσυя cυяяєηт cяιѕιѕ. Ƥєянαρѕ, ωιтн тнιѕ кησωƖєɗgє αηɗ уσυя ɗєтєямιηαтιση, уσυ ωιƖƖ вє αвƖє тσ мєηɗ ωнαт I cαη ησт.

 Ƭнιѕ ιѕ уσυя тαѕк, ησω, тσ υѕє тнє ρσωєя I нανє gяαcєɗ υρση уσυ, тσ νєηтυяє ιηтσ α ωσяƖɗ уσυ σηcє кηєω αηɗ ѕєє fσя уσυяѕєƖf, тнє тяυтн тнαт αωαιтѕ уσυ.

The power that washed over her body was something even more magnificent than the feeling she felt when she walked in. It was as if the God of Time himself reached into her soul, gently pushed it out, and welcomed it onto the plane of existence that he resided in. In this state she could see it-- she could see every last ounce of it. Her people upon their villas and the commoners toiling the fields, sweat beading down their faces yet smiles under their noses because they were happy. She could see nobles cascading through the cliffsides of the mountainous tops, shouting out 'huzzahs' while they barreled down their rum like Olympian champions. And above all she could see her parents, one chiseled and the other graceful, standing aside her as the pendant of the first king was draped around her neck. 

It was clear-- as if she were looking upon a mirror into another world. And while it was clear, it was also pure. There wasn't anything that traveled through the darkness, for all had been welcomed forthright into the light. Her kingdom was a happy one of bountiful love and a replete of desire. It was more apparent when even the gods themselves danced their nights away every annual festival to honor them, with the sweat they dropped from their brows causing radishes and carrots to sprout in the wake of the dew. It was all so... peaceful. And nice. And loving, And enigmatic. And--

And then there was a scream. A scream that riddled through the entire chamber, ignoring even the laws of time and space itself. This scream carried with it a ghastliness that only forebodes the darkest and most terrifying of times ahead. This scream then stopped being singular, for behind it were now the wails of the innocent flooding upon the chambers of the O Ancient God of Time. It persisted until the screams became shrieks of that of a banshee, with blood and bones cracking throughout while these shrill cries died down one by one. It was... a butchery, she felt. A butchery of whatever peace, love, and care had been founded not only on her island but also for the world itself. It ended, it did. The nightmare was over and the power was still beaming through her body, but now so was despair. As tears began to drizzle the face of the princess with an oppressive darkness, she could only loop up towards the All-Father of Time and ask with a voice so weak and crushed that it would have been unheard if not for the chamber's vibrations itself.

"What... does this mean?" Silence... silence... and silence. Yet what they just heard had been felt, and it already seeped itself into the veins of the Braixen. "I... I do not understand, Father! I do not! I cannot! I will not! There-- there's something WRONG not just with my islands, but also the world! It's just like in my visions! What I just saw-- what I just F E L T-- it's just like... And.. And... And I fear as though..."

She looked down at her paws and saw the power Dialga sent through her brimming at her fingertips. "I feel as though nothing can stop it..."

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lycanrocspirit:

This he had not expected. Such a nice looking young lady exploding at him like this? It was almost ridiculous enough to laugh at. And so he did, even if it was just a small chuckle. And he wasn’t going to argue some of the points she made. Of course, he was living in the woods, on a mountain, alone. Even he wasn’t going to dispute the fact that he was a lone wolf. Even still, he goes on to egg the royal on.

“Temper, temper! My, what a spirit! Definitely some kind of fire type pokemon!” He says. 

“Go on then, blast me! Hit me with your very best shot! I GUARANTEE you, I’ll still be standing afterward!” He says, making a motion to come at him. “If you manage to knock me down, MAYBE I’ll let you go with only a warning!”

"H-how did you...!?” No, she knew. He was a master at igniting rage, it seemed. She hadn't even noticed she had allowed her own guise to slip thanks to his incessant ways of egging her own. A blush crept onto her face and the heat of embarrassment immediately began to claim her. She was meant to be leagues above his station-- a god to him. Whereas she was a princess of virtue and a priestess heavily in tune with the gods, this sod was nothing but a mountain bumpkin that thrilled himself off the misery of others.

And he had duped her, just like that.

He had to be punished.

"I GROW SICK OF THIS!" Yelled the female as she quickly put distance between them again, her heels gliding across the sand as if magic. Her pendant which carried the spirit of the first king of her island began to go ablaze, the fire inside so intense that it seeped its way through the gentle and focused itself across the entire necklace itself. With a petite palm then clasping onto this pendant with no burns searing her flesh, the princess of virtue's appearance changed almost immediately. As the fire bathed over here from head to toe, all that was before Bozidar was a small Braixen with a stock of pain held aloft and challenging above her head only the most hazardous of fires. This conglomeration of oils and pain focused itself until, with a mighty cry erupting from the female like lava did a volcano, it was expelled forward with terrifying speed and even more power.

"WITH THE FIRE BLAST WITHIN MY QUIVER, I COMMAND YOU TO REPENT!”

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@decidxeye has offered aid, but will she take it?

"I thank you from the deepest confines of my heart for agreeing to this," spoke Sabrina with a voice that riddled itself with relief. As their feet carried them through the darkest depths of the jungle, Sabrina could not help but feel guilty. She arrived on the mainland without even a single vessel or knight to accompany her. She had spoken with absolute gravity that their presence was needed more on the cursed isle of Farabusad, and while they agreed to let her go, Sabrina was beginning to think she had made a mistake. The travels of the sea itself had been a daunting one that nearly broke her spirits the moment pirates began to smile at her, and now here she was, the dirt and grime of a jungle taking root in her fur and tainting its beauty. Although Alba would not be allowed to see it, there had already been a few bits of tears shed from the young eyes of the princess.

As they continued their walk and the back of her wrist cleaned the sockets of her amber eyes, Sabrina gave a sigh. She repaired her visage, but she had not yet repaired her spirit. The only solace she had on this day was that Alba, as quiet and shy he may have appeared, offered her passage if just only for a little while. Yet as much as she grew to appreciate the kindness in his acceptance, Sabrina also could not help but feel worried. Her nursemaids instructed her before leaving that many would come to snatch away the heir to the Fernand family legacy. She was told they would be dark, shady, mysterious-- quiet and calculative with a look in their eyes that repelled all except monetary benefits. As her mind began to think more upon this, she had begun to feel anxiety riddle itself in her chest. Everything about such precautions lectured to her added up with how she viewed Alba, and as the path got darker and more narrow she had taken hold of her stick and came to a stop.

"I believe this must be where we part." Curt, cold, and sharper than a knife. They still had miles to go and would not reach their destination before the end of the week. Alba would know something is not right. "I fear as though you've taken me as far as your services required. I shall administer payment and you shall be on your way."

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lycanrocspirit:

How… peculiar. He sees the fiery red hair of a human just beyond the bushes, and hears her voice, nice and pleasing to the ear… But… something was off. She looked like a human, but at the same time, she smelled like a pokemon? 

“THIS IS MY TERRITORY. I DON’T NEED TO SHOW MYSELF TO THE LIKES OF YO-… AHEM!” He quickly coughs a few times, then puts back on a stoic look.

“Excuse me… I don’t see why I would get closer, when you’re the one intruding upon my territory… Come closer stranger.” He says sternly. “My name, is Bozidar. And who might you be? You look like a human. But your smell tells me otherwise. That you’re some kind of pokemon.” He says, and moves back over to his mattress, sitting back down on it.

Territory? She had almost laughed despite the anger clearly painted among her royal visage. She saw not but one common housemaid or even one rectified statue of his presence in sight. There was no bounty and there was most certainly not a single commoner that spoke of him in high esteem. Instead, there was but a lone wolf with bright eyes in a barren wasteland with nothing but violence teeming through every jagged crack in their teeth. Sabrina had almost decided to singe the very loud mouth of his off with only the most vicious of Fire Blasts, but this fool was not worth it. He was below her in both station, appearance, and, most certainly, manners.

"Such rudeness I shall NOT tolerate!" Erupted the princess with eyes of disgust and a frown of sheer dissatisfaction. "Your manners are befitting of that of only the most boorish of oafs imaginable! I am here on a mission, to restore stability to the islands of Farabusad and to figure out why the gods have cast us aside in such disarray! I traverse this mountain in hopes of finding my way to this land’s altar of Mother Ho-Oh, Goddess of Rebirth, but I see now such a thing does NOT reside here!"

This is when the blood of the fire-type began to fume through her. With a step forward and her fire steel waltzing at the tips of her fingers, Sabrina closed the distance between them with such a haphazard resolve as she began to spit acid among him. This acid came in the form of not only more rapid tongue-lashings, but also a finger that pronounced itself onto his forehead many a time.

"YOU have sorely angered me! If not for my job as a priestess and a princess, I very much would have unleashed Mother Ho-Oh's sacred ashes herself upon you with only THE most brutal of Fire Blasts! Now, if you have ANYTHING to say for such disgusting behavior, now is the time to make your peace and PRAY that the gods above do not smite you or such insolence!"

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timelysteel:

Upon entering the chambers of Dialga’s shrine, the fox would be graced by an essence of pure serenity, a sense of aura that proceeded past mere calmness and quiet - no, it was here, within this very chamber, that time itself seemed to slow down. The very nature that graced his climate seemed to move at a rather abnormally slower pace, and while her movements may have been normal, the soft grace of wind blowing against various nearby bushes and flowers, stroking them gently with its nudge, seemed to match a pace similar to that of a Slakoth

And when she made her plea, there was naught but silence gracing her curiosity. The very essence of time itself was slow and quiet, and it would have been wise to not expect an immediate answer to her plea. Even after her offering of treasures as tribute to his greater existence, there was still silence, and a lack of response from the great deity known as the father of time.

And yet, after only a minute passing, there was a cool feeling gracing the back of her fur - the wind had suddenly picked up. Time itself seems to have increased all around her, moving quicker than it once had, and before her, what appeared to be a crack in the very essence of reality, a blue portal that slowly split itself open, making way for the great deity to finally present himself before her, landing with a graceful crash as his massive form towered well over hers, his red irises studying her and her form, and soon, the speed of time once again slowed down to a near standstill.

I нανє нєαяɗ уσυя ρƖєα, σƖɗ σηє, αηɗ I ρяєѕєηт муѕєƖf тσ уσυ, тнє Lσяɗ σf Ƭιмє ιтѕєƖf. I αcкησωƖєɗgє уσυя ѕтяιfє αηɗ уσυя ɗιѕмαу ωιтн ωнαт нαѕ ѕσυgнт тσ тяσυвƖє тнє Ɩιкєѕ σf уσυя ραѕт, ρяєѕєηт αηɗ fυтυяє. ƜнιƖє I αм ησт σмηιѕcιєηт, I αм נυѕт αѕ cαραвƖє σf яєтυяηιηg уσυ тσ αη єяα ιη ωнιcн уσυ ωιƖƖ вє αвƖє тσ υηɗєяѕтαηɗ тнє νєяу ηαтυяє σf ωнαт нαѕ вєfαƖƖєη υρση уσυя кιηgɗσм, ιη αƖƖ ιтѕ єѕѕєηcє αηɗ cσηѕєqυєηcє.

Hσωєνєя, уσυ мυѕт υηɗєяѕтαηɗ тнαт I cαη ɗσ ησтнιηg тσ cнαηgє тнє ραѕт, fσя ιт ωιƖƖ нανє ѕєνєяє cσηѕєqυєηcєѕ ιη тнє ρяєѕєηт. Ɓυт ιf ιт ιѕ ѕιмρƖу тσ вєѕтσω мυcн-ѕєєкєɗ кησωƖєɗgє υρση уσυяѕєƖf, тнєη I ѕєє ησ єxтєηѕινє ιѕѕυє ωιтн ѕυcн. Ɯнαт ѕαу уσυ? Iηтяσɗυcє уσυяѕєƖf тσ мє, fσямαƖƖу, мσятαƖ.

For the first time in her life she could finally feel, taste, and hear time. The way it moved produced a soft, low murmur in her ears that kept the strands on her fur on end. Its taste was something otherworldly and yet calming, causing her not to retch back but instead savor the sensation all together. Its feeling, however, was ghastly at first. It felt as if a million tiny legs had just scurried across her flesh and traversed not just across her body, but then deeper into her bone-marrow. A chill had claimed her and for a moment she stood shivering in the words of the O Ancient One, but soon the presence began to minimize itself. As if mercy from Dialga himself, the Princess of Farabusad could feel a nostalgic feeling washing over her-- as if she had been here before. 

It was strange, she thought... But warm. Warm, nostalgic, and filled to the brim with security. 

"I understand, O Ancient Father." Her voice was low and soothing, absent of all the privilege it usually melted out. With a nod of her own head and the clasp of her paws once again, Sabrina spoke upwards with vigor. "I am Princess Sabrina Fernand the Fifth, home to the islands of Farabusad. I hail from the priory that is heavily intwined with the royal family. There, I have prayed and prayed until my heart could give no more piety. This is not the only time I have stood before one of your kind, O Ancient Father. It is trut hwhen I speak that as a priestess I have met with further children of Arceus such as Mother Ho-Oh herself, and in my eye I carry a flame that speaks to this moment. I am of womanly age on my island, but... I fear such things matter not now, O Ancient Father."

Her eyes held a bitter sadness to them. In one was the fire that Mother Ho-Oh had blessed her with since birth to connect her with the gods, but in the other was more human-like than that of other Pokemon. It carried serenity and humility, and in the iris further was a sea of despair that couldn't be mended by just words alone. Nay, it was time for action, and with her fire action would be the course to all transformation.

"I understand these terms, O Ancient Father. As priestess first and princess second, I understand more than many the roles that the Great Gods overtake. I know that something... otherworldly is happening to this world. I've felt it, Time Father. I've had this feeling in my breast for over a year now, and I fear the worst truly is coming to past..."

It's true, she knew. With the reawakening of Groudon's primal fury and the absence of the gods on this plane of existence, the entire world was beginning to fall apart. Disillusionment lied everywhere and piety was beginning to tear itself off from the confines of the world. Sabrina had held steasfast to the teachings of the gods that were embedded in her, but even she felt lost and abandoned. Mother Ho-Oh, the one who cradled her at birth, and Mother Moltres, the other deity of her isle, abandoned her island in its worst time of need. The darkest hour of Frost-Winter was upon it and none of the spirits of fire answered her prayers. She considered herself lucky to meet with Dialga, but still she was bittersweet.

Still she was upset.

"If you can help give me clarity in any way, I swear to you with the holiness of my heart that I shall do my part. I cannot speak as if I know what is troubling the gods as of late, but I am a priestess first and princess second. If you could be so kind as to give a humble spirit as me the clarity that is needed, then with the spells within my quiver and the teachings of King Alexander Fernand and Queen St. Mary Fernand I shall do what is right for both the dieties and my people."

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@gccdra bars her path.

“The vegetation of your forest is very much like my homeland, I must say!” Truly, she was astounded. This forest carried not just bountiful fruits and vegetables for the belly, but also a type of vitality that made it stand out as a paragon of beauty. She would have stayed, most definitely, if not for the mission that drove the fire in her fur ablaze.

“Though, as much as I appreciate your kindness, I do not appreciate your tiptoeing around my request.” As curt and haughty as such a comment laced itself to be, Sabrina did not back down. She took only the primmest of steps forward and, with a look of astute privilege upon her face, parted lips once more. “Surely there must be some way you can guarantee me safe passage up north, if only for a little while. If none like that reside in such an abode, then I must admonish you for training them so poorly. I ask nothing more than their aid for a fortnight. Then, such as that, their aid will be no longer required and I shall see to it with a spell that they are delivered safely here again.”

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lycanrocspirit:

Starter for @prioryfire!

Bozidar is just… lying on his old mattress, staring up at the tree above. The wind blows gently, and he stretches himself out a little bit. The look on his face is one of boredom. He reaches a paw up to scratch at his face for a bit, before letting it fall back onto the mattress with a sigh. That is, until he hears a stick snap just beyond the bushes behind him. 

Instantly, he’s up on his feet, glaring over in the direction he heard the snap from. Didn’t the intruder see the signs that this was his territory? The markings on the trees from his claws, the lack of most pokemon in the area… There were several signs that this was someone’s home.

When donned in the appearance of a young female priestess with a spell, the Braixen within found it much easier to move about the land. Wild Pokemon such as herself were often the type to be preyed upon by larger, more beastly Pokemon. They saw her feminine features and dainty physique and thought of her not as their equal, but one their vivacious teeth could hack into for a morsel on a divine platter unlike any other. It was a frightening world outside the priory of Farabusad, she knew, but she had a mission to accomplish and none would bar her path.

However, even under the appearance of an unsuspecting woman of virtue, the dark presence of eyes watching her bid down her back. Her smile came to cease as every muscle in her body halted. With fire in the eyes of the young princess, she grasped onto her pendant which held a bright fire in its jewel, only to then cock her head to the direction where she felt the sharp eyes upon her. Although she had not came to the mainland to pick fights, already she took held of her trusty stick of good fortune and held it aloft with a fire dancing on the tips.

"Not another step closer," commanded Princess Sabrina as her eyes squinted towards the darkness Bozidar resided in. "State your business and state it fast. If you approach further without addressing your person, my spells shall not miss their mark.”

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@timelysteel, O Ancient God of Time, hear this plea.

Dainty toes welcomed themselves to the altar after a weary, long adventure of the sea. The route from Farabusad to the mainland was not easily traveled. The Frost Beasts were persistent and pirates with grins aplenty and malevolence guiding their bones knew how vulnerable her kingdom truly was. She was tired, she was lost, and yet still she was able to walk the halls of the shrine with an elegance befitting of true royalty. Sabrina had known from birth that her life as a priestess and a princess would not entail luxury. She knew with a great fortitude that there would be days where royal titles and godly guidance wouldn't save her from the grime, dirt, and muck of vivacious stalwarts that came to bring her harm. Yet as she approached the very ichor of Dialga at the pedestal of his chambers, she felt a relief already wash over her entire being. No pirates were here, and neither was the frigid curse devastating the abundant beauty of her land.

She was safe, she knew. Safe to pray and safe to receive guidance.

"O Ancient Father of Time," started Sabrina, her knees gently meeting the stone floors of the shrine and her fingers clasping together. Amber eyes met with a close as her breath softened, only for the marks on her forehead to glow with a small streak of dedicated fire. "I ask of you in my time of need to present yourself as one. Mother Moltres and Mother Ho-Oh have forsaken my kingdom and a terrible curse has befallen it. If there is any sign that your soul still watches over us to this day, I ask to meet with you for information no other deity can relinquish to me."

Taking a stand now with a slow and soft motion that swayed like the waves, her eyes opened with a passion so great that it was the flames of power itself. "I disturb you for my selfishness and while I offer forgiveness, I also offer great treasure for your time! I come not without an offering, O Ancient Father of Time. Now please, with your great magnificence, show me your presence and show me the way!”

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@popgoesthesneasel may be friend or foe.

Prim white fingers pricked at the buds of their tips as she watched the Sneasel closely. The chill they radiated from their black, rubbery body was not unlike the ones her land were cursed under. It was frigid and closed, keeping anyone away but keeping those that were near in tight grasp that shook their confines to the core. The princess was careful to thus keep her distance, protruding backward any single time the Sneasel made a move towards her direction. She had wanted to dismiss them the moment their eyes met out of the prejudice unbridled in her heart, but that was unbefitting of royalty. She, representing her ill-fated mother and father, had to set a prime example of nobility that was meant to be followed and revered.

Never soiled.

"I see," she curtly states, her mind roaming elsewhere. It wasn't until she gave a huff that Salvador finally had her full attention, for she had steeled herself for any incessant nagging there may be. "That is very much kind of you. Truly. But I do not require any artistry today. I seek safe passage towards the altars of Mother Ho-Oh and Mother Moltres. If you are one that does not hold such information, then I must bid you..."

Turning on her heels and keeping her nose held high, Sabrina gave a haughty coo.

“Adieu.”

[prioryfire-blog]

Instability has fallen upon the islands of Farabusad, home to a religious priory that dedicates itself to the blessings of both Ho-Oh and Moltres. Annual the two come to the Festival of the Phoenix to bring plentiful bounty to both nobles and commoners alike, but all has changed in that year. When the people of Farabusad gave them prayer and their anxious waiting, both gods turned their backs to the people without nary a word. In their absence brought upon an ancient, devastating curse to the islands. Instead of a replete of sun and vegetation, all that hails the kingdom of Farabusad now is a devastating winter that invoked a curse of illness upon the king and mass dementia to the queen. Frost Beasts now cover the land, and the only answer is for a lone Braixen by the name of Sabrina to set foot on the mainland and find why the gods have forsaken them.

If you are interested in writing with such a character, then please reblog or like this. It would be very much appreciated.