#cosmicblooded

[honedclaws]

[grabs him like a squeaky toy]

[destinybcnd]

@cosmicblooded​

She’s been released from the confines of emails and meetings.  There’s an immediate beeline for Kirin’s office before opening the door.

“Beloved...” A quiet, playful hiss to her voice, “Are you almost done for the day..?”

[hyper-voice]

Continued from x with @cosmicblooded

He doesn’t want to move, or speak. Every part of him is sore - his body from the injections, his throat from the screaming. And yet someone, the boss by the sound of it, is asking him with some annoyance what’s wrong with him. Like he’s being an inconvenience. 

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have the energy for any other kind of resistance. 

[cottonthumb]

❦ It was so cold.

Milo curled his arms tighter around his torso, the thick coat he wore not doing enough on its own to fend away the bitter wind. Each time a gust whipped across the farmer's face it felt like it cut skin, but he couldn't allow this to deter his march. Not right now, when the sick feeling in his gut only grew thicker with each ensuing step.

It had been weeks since they'd left. Raihan, Leon, Piers... they'd said something of a trip; a small vacation, if you will. Out into the Crown Tundra, a small adventure of sorts to light the ember which had dwindled under the stress of their daily lives. It wasn't meant to be a lengthy trip, but a good two weeks after the date of their promised return and there had yet been no sign of any of them. Not a text, a single response, hardly even a post on social media. While the region was quickly up in a tizzy about the whole ordeal, Milo took matters into his own hands. He pulled out the warmest clothes he could possibly get his hands on, left instructions for his trainers during his absence, and plucked only a few of his partners to accompany him on this trip. The icy weather would do little good to most of his Pokémon and he could not in good consciousness bring them to such stormy weather.

And now... here he was... slogging through densely packed snow, further and further away from the nearest town for miles. He had found a lead - just the one lead but God he'd cling onto it - that his dear friends had last been seen by a mountainous ridge further to the north. He'd prepared himself for the trip and prayed - heavens he prayed - that he'd find the lot of them safe and sound.

Oh how far over his head he'd gone...

@cosmicblooded

[soraozon]

@cosmicblooded​​ // cont.

      The serpent could feel it’s body weakened by the restraints, and even with the explanation, even if they knew they should halt to hold their power in to release...They wanted out, they were not meant to be restrained, certainly not underground. Memories of a similar situation flickered through their mind, moments of struggling while electricity was pumped through their body. They got out of that...could they not escape this? 

      Rayquaza let out another screech, their normal roar mixed and screechy, as if harming their throat, dry and harsh. Perhaps with enough screaming, they may lose their voice, it would be temporary, of course...but how a person would make them lose their voice...When the screech finally ceased, they stared with bared teeth towards the man, the rings and runes across their body briefly glowed, one last attempt at some form of physical struggle, if only for the glow to fade. If only they could get out from those bonds...

      Their body continued to squirm and struggle, yet when the ground below them split, they were only further restrained, making it more difficult to move, more difficult to continue their fruitless wriggling. What were they to this one? A worm to be cut up like some science experiment? They were more than that, how could they even allow them-self to be put into this situation...

      And yet that was not the end of it...They glanced upward, eyes passing over the syringes as they pierced their skins, not often did any material be capable of cutting into them...A final and long screech escaped their throat, crackled and high pitched, they writhed and struggled, adrenaline rushing through they body while they felt apart of themselves--god’s blood--be rushed out of them before forced back within them. 

      The legendary beast’s body glowed, they could feel their body fight against itself, a process of change that only they could cause them-self to go through, they wouldn’t allow someone else to force it. Surely another could not force it, could not make them...They could feel the bridge of further evolution bound across their body, their runes once more glowed brightly. Parts of their body shifted while others remained the same, an internal conflict to resist. They wouldn’t let their captor succeed, they couldn’t...

      Even so, their body was already beginning to shift in size, in form, in power.

[cosmoll]

@cosmicblooded​ - x

˙ ˖ ✶   Well a long way indeed! They didn’t really have a good idea where they might be, but usually their wild and random teleports sends them far off from their native home .. or dimension for that sake. This wasn’t Alola but hopefully this was the same home verse. They dont remember their home having really human shaped Pokemon. 

At least .. they feel like one? Their psy signature was incredibly uncanny to a psychic type .. of some sort.

They waved their gaseous arms and gave an excited shimmering twirl. Their psy brushed up against the other’s conscious in welcome.

‘ ⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜! ⊑⟒-...llo! ⊑ -...ello! H...ello! ’ After some fine tuning Starchild finally managed to sync up to something clear. ‘ W...here? ’

[mirored]

@cosmicblooded​

His smile didn’t falter, his eye brow didn’t even so much as twitch as he cocked his head to the side.

“Are you asking for a smiting? Because that’s how employees get smoted.”

And just whacks Miror’s forehead with a rolled up data report.

Miror wasn’t about to comment on the absurdity of Kirin’s retort. He wasn’t a employee; perhaps an interested party, but an employee he was not. Instead, as the bundled data report sought to retreat, he snapped his head forth with the haste of a freed coil—and promptly sunk his teeth into same said report. 

And didn’t let go.

[honedclaws]

“Woe, horny upon ye.”