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[primalvolcanic-a-blog]

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          He felt it, even through his fitful sleep, that surge of overwhelming and evil power, something that was simply not NATURAL in any kind of Pokemon. It was an energy unlike anything Groudon had ever encountered before, a power that threatened to challenge the might of the continents itself.

          A massiv,e red head reared up to face the shadowy apparition of Lugia that existed before him, a sight that he himself thought of nothing but a mere illusion at first, but was brought to the realization that it was real by that surge of destructive power.

          Bright, yellow eyes flared wide as they examined the other tainted Legendary, nostrils flaring as he growled out his next few words-

          Ɯнαт'ѕ... нαρρєηєɗ тσ уσυ? Ƴσυ αяє ησт Ɩιкє тнє Lυgια I кησω. Ƴσυ αяє ƊIƑƑƐRƐƝƬ.

[oceanicmaestro-moved]

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Silence you fool! Your task now involves scrubbing the stalls for the remainder of the week.

“No no no! W-wait... M-Master p-p-please!” He never thought he’d hear those words come from his mouth. “I-I’ll do anything! Please don’t make me clean the stalls!..” He had a feeling he knew what stalls Lugia meant after all...

[souledsilver-a]

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“ɴᴏ..., ɴᴏ-!!”

It couldn’t be-IT CAN’T BE.

Why must the corruption keep coming back? Here she was starring at her dark reflection once more. It was so real..., unlike any hallucination or nightmare she’s had of her dark times at Cipher; she can practically feel it.

“ɢɛᏆ ǟաǟʏ! ʏօʊ ɖɨֆɢʊֆᏆɨռɢ ʋʊʟᏆʊʀɛ!! ʟɛǟʋɛ ʍɛ!!”

    And without second thought the very air cracked in an Aeroblast-!

[old-hound-blog]

The Price of Vengeance

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It had to be done.

The ruined old temple was silent, save for the footsteps of the visitor. Price knew he shouldn’t have gone to this forbidden place, but he had no choice. Makarov needed to pay for killing Soap and prison was too good for him. Yes, there were other heinous crimes the bastard had committed, but the Scot’s death at his hands had overshadowed them. Price didn’t care if the war ended; his lust for revenge had consumed him.

For him, it wasn’t enough for Makarov to die.

The bastard needed to suffer.

Price exhaled and, with his combat knife in hand, winced as he made a small slit on the tip of his finger. The cut didn’t need to be big, but just enough for the blood to trickle out. He walked over to the altar and smeared the sanguine liquid onto the stone. The old man sat down and began to chant the spell to summon the dark deity of the temple. “Hear me, dark god of vengeance.

Someone has done me wrong

And needed to suffer for his sins.

O, Gale of Darkness, come forth

And give me the power to punish

The one who took my friend away.

Onto you, I offer my heart and soul.”

As soon as the last words left his lips, Price stood and waited for a response. He didn’t expect anything, truth be told, but if the rumors of the ruined temple were true…

A shiver ran down his spine as a cold wind blew into the ruins. Was it a coincidence or perhaps a sign?

[anthimultus]

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          “Odd... odd... odd! You smell... different! So much different... You’re not like the others... not like home either! Ksssh...” The rumbling plantation around the shadowy form of Lugia seemed a little displeased at the sensation of his presence. “What are you? What are you? Anthimultus is... CURIOUS.”

[avemortem]

“ What comes after death? ”

Her eye’s only squinted slightly at the other dark wyvern, a movement of the shoulders pushing her feathery crest up above her beak.

“ You would become a specter perhaps, I dare not touch a soul like yours. My heart need not close more than it already has. “

[caelumpuclla]

       INSTINCT TUGS AT HER HEART, and nags at her mind, insisting her to take a cautious air while traversing through the overhead fog. The water here was murky and unclean; polluted by human factories, as she had often observed. Yet despite her careful approach, the eon did not see a reason not to continue flying on her course.      This lake was the LAST STRETCH of land she intended to cross before she would rest for the night. Lulling high above the surface of the water in a zigzagging motion, the traveler flew; unrelenting in her direction. // @underwcorlds​