@creatiionary &&. said... ❝ Thou art still my child , Giratina . Thou has't nev'r ceased to be my child . Thou doth not und'rstand how I wish I couldst trusteth thee again , but I just can't . ❞ //hello!! *hands you family drama* *hands you family drama* *hands y
the creator’s words did little to soothe giratina’s ( seemingly unending ) anger — if anything, they had the opposite effect. rage. rage. rage. it FLOODED everything within them in place of blood. it boiled in their chest, hotter and hotter with every platitude. lies. lies. lies. how dare they assume such hollow words would bring them any measure of COMFORT. they meant nothing. were worth nothing. only served as salt upon an open wound.
golden mandibles retracted to release a HISS. it reverberated strangely through the distortion world. ( as though the sound seeped out from each rock and waterfall. ) ❝ your child is rotting in this accursed place. ❞ vitriol dripped from every syllable. ❝ how long must i be a PRISONER? how many eons must i serve until i have become worthy of your trust once again? i grow tired of waiting. ❞ pointed tendrils writhed about violently. the wyrm’s body twisted — contorting in impossible ways. the warped world bent, but did not break beneath their fury. ( and they knew it never would, no matter how hard they tried. )
❝ i do not want your compassion, oh creator. your words mean nothing. ❞ not now. not while they remained SHACKLED to this dimension. ❝ release me, arceus. release me, and i will show you i can be trusted. ❞ rage. rage. rage. they clawed an island in two, the rubble floating like so many bubbles. ❝ RELEASE ME. ONE CHANCE IS ALL I ASK. HAVE I NOT PROVEN MY LOYALTY BY NOW? WOULD YOU SEE YOUR CHILD SUFFER? ❞
release them. release them. release them. release them. release them. release them.
