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Post by Autumn Prelude on Jan 1, 2011 4:26:09 GMT -5
It was rare to find her there, in the temple, resting almost. Although her senses were tense due to all the recent activity, Suicune was sure that there wasn’t much of a chance for someone to approach her island temple without warning or at least without her knowing.
The temple was built in river stone, it was fairly large covering a large area of the island, although green grasses surround the temple and lovely colorful flowers border the outside of the round temple. The structure’s stones ranged in colors of deep gray, light gray, sandy brown, and even green shaded. The temple is cylinder in shape, the ceiling height is about eight feet tall inside the temple. At the top of the temple, over the entrance, stands a stylized statue of Suicune sitting. Guarding. The other features of this temple are small motes that carry purified water through the temple. An alter sits in the back center of the temple, on a raised platform.
Suicune was resting on the outside of the building, lying near the side of a thorn-less sea rose bush. Although serious in expression, looking out beyond the waters and feeling an urge to cross the waters that separate her from her lengthy travels. Although she knew it was to be told she should stay where she would be needed, very soon she couldn’t answer that. But there was urgency in the air surrounding the region, although it could be the fact for the shard although she knew she had to protect it, not abandon it.
Not all concern was put on the shards, the shards themselves couldn’t do much without being together, the concern was on this new leader.. this ‘Alix’ Suicune has heard of. Although not much reached her ears, she disliked anything to do with leaders not to do with the Pokemon deities themselves. Suicune only saw the reason why humans would want leaders is to try and control more than they should in the terms of power.
Pokemon trainers were never something she feared, seeing as she often ran from trainers and got away before an attack. She never had to worry about wild Pokemon as they often ignored or praised her presence, despite this she still finds some Pokemon that wish to battle but she doesn't usually humor them unless they're extremely determined.
She shook her head to release her thoughts and proceeded to take in the scent of the spring roses. Lying her head down upon her front paws, resting for a bit. |
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Post by Namz on Jan 14, 2011 15:07:14 GMT -5
Out from the depths of the island there was but a single bubble on the water's surface, carried away by the waves. Then two more, right more, then an stream of furious bubbles. Soon after, out popped a brown and cream furry head, gasping for air. Its little limbs flailing to keep it afloat. It noticed a small patch of land with something laying down on it.
"M-MOTHER OF MEW!" It shouted, coughing out some water that entered its mouth. "PLEASE HELP ME! I CAN'T SWIM!" The Furret's eyes grew wide with fear as it felt it's arms go weak and it slowly sink into the water.
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Post by Autumn Prelude on Jan 14, 2011 20:07:00 GMT -5
The sleeping lady of the north winds jerked up out of rest as calls for help ricocheted into her ears, she rose up without a second thought and searched. Her eyes resting on a strange furred creature slowly fading beneath the water, she grew alarmed as she heard it call out faintly that it could not swim. She tensed for a second, dashing towards the sinking furret.
Rose petals flew up and off the stems from the beast's quick sprint to the victim of the sea waters, she sprinted across the water without effort. Getting to the scene quickly, standing over the estranged brown Pokemon.
Suicune dived down, although not needing to go far, she grabbed the small brown creature in her mouth and rose to the top. Once again eventually standing on the water as if it was solid ground. She went slow, trotting across the water, reaching the land and laying the small creature down on the soft green grass of her temple's island.
She looked the creature over, only wishing it would catch breath. She shook water from her coat as she intently stared down at the Pokemon lying on the ground. Eventually she took her paw and attempted to move it, trying to awake it. She might be able to cross water like a god, but water in the lungs wasn't something she saw often and didn't know how to go about it. |
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Post by Namz on Jan 15, 2011 21:36:36 GMT -5
As the world started to fade to black, the last glimpse the Furret had was the graceful sprinting of the creature. Where had he seen that before... Arceus, this wasn't a tough thing to figure out, but it was getting harder to think as the waves rose above him.
It seemed like hours later he was coughing and upchucked a bit of water. Blech, this was not a comfortable feeling at all, like coughing up a bubble filled with warm water. Shivering, he bunched up to try and get warm, shaking off a little water.
His jaw dropped when he looked upon his savior, the Beast of the North Wind! Quickly the Furret bowed his head in thanks, and began babbling on his gratitude.
"Oh thank you Noble Suicune. You've saved my life, and from the hands of a crueler fate then death; the feeling of abandonment and hopelessness. Thank you thank you!" His grin slowly faded when he realized, Great Giratina, he was on an island. How.. How would he get on land?
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