@ailurosearcher &&. said... "Who are you?"
a curse. a phantom. a shadow cast by the creator itself. all equally correct, in one form or another. ( all equally exaggerated by DAMNABLE superstition. ) that dishonesty did not come naturally to them was a shame, for it was certainly a necessity under such circumstances. ( when the grisly TRUTH of their identity would surely invoke a negative reaction of some variety. ) instead the wyrm needed to stop, unnaturally, and consider their response with undue care.
❝ my identity hardly matters, i assure you. ❞ not quite a lie; they preferred that. vagueness and omission were comfortable veils. ❝ i had heard RUMOR the pokemon in this area were acting strangely. my presence merely stems from a place of concern. ❞ that much was true. ( a scrap of something genuine amidst the sea of misdirection. ) they were a keeper of balance; perhaps meddling in such matters was a warping of their original purpose, yet they would have argued otherwise. tiny irregularities festered into larger problems. better to deal with it sooner before another spear pillar required their direct intervention.
crimson gaze ( bright, unnaturally so ) seemingly bore holes through the other. several seconds passed — a touch too many to be fully COMFORTABLE, before giratina spoke again. ❝ i assume you are not involved. ❞ for now. putting forth a concerted effort to give their trust freely went in opposition to their very nature — yet they were trying nonetheless. ❝ if that is the case, have you also come to investigate this phenomenon? ❞