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Post by werefae on Aug 2, 2009 0:09:47 GMT -6
I glanced sideways at Burn as we walked, to make sure the brilliantly-colored charmander was still there. Sometimes the little beast had a way of disappearing at the most inconvenient of times and not showing up for a few days. I could never figure out where she went, even if I checked the pokeball, so I'd given up recently. For now, she was visible, her scales glittering quietly in the setting sun, the brilliant golds mingling with her turquoise blue to create some manifestation of bronze to taint her colors, the violent, purplish flame wavering in the evening.
I watched her for a few minutes before briefly walking face-first into a tree, blinking a couple times before I pulled away to caress the bark-rubbed fur on my cheek and lay it down uniformly once more, wondering what awaited us today. A small flash of light at my hip labelled Burn as having retreated to her pokeball, though, and I sighed. "Not much for conversation at all, I guess, hmm?"
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Post by Dark N Sinth on Aug 2, 2009 17:08:24 GMT -6
You continue walking along a little more wary of the trees around the area. So far nothing eventful occurs as Burn stays in her pokeball peacefully doing... whatever she does in a pokeball. You keep your eyes to the forest as thats where any pokemon would be when you see a faint glow coming from a good distance inside the forest. It doesnt look harmful, and you dont hear anything suggesting otherwise, so what shall you do about it?
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Post by werefae on Aug 2, 2009 17:28:44 GMT -6
I blinked slowly, staring over at the light, and glanced around slowly. Finally, I decided to pursue the light, moving slowly towards it as I carefully raised and lowered my booted footpaws around the shrubbery, hoping not to alarm whatever it was that was... For lack of a better phrase... Waiting for me.
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Post by Dark N Sinth on Aug 2, 2009 17:36:27 GMT -6
As you slowly advance toward the light, you notice its rhythematically and very slowly going on and off, and you notice that its red in color... but nowhere near like fire. What is it? A pokemon, an object? Should you even keep getting closer or should you just turn back now?
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Post by werefae on Aug 2, 2009 18:03:35 GMT -6
I let myself get used to the rhythm curiously, and, unable to back away and ignore it, continued slowly forward. I wondered what it was, if not fire, but an incurable case of chronic curiousity would surely land my but in a bunsen burner. (Which didn't phase my decision, either.)
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Post by Dark N Sinth on Aug 2, 2009 18:26:20 GMT -6
You finally reached the light and saw that it was a signal light, turning round-and-round and signaling... something. But what is it that its signaling? Is it a warning of things farther on, or is it signaling for something to happen? What should you do with this knowledge?
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Post by werefae on Aug 2, 2009 18:42:56 GMT -6
I blinked at the device, then glanced around warily, looking for a sign, a patch of upturned leaves... Anything that might instruct me in the further meaning of this spining orbule of light's definition. I tried to summon forth the charmander, rolling my eyes when she de-summoned herself right after and realizing I was on my own. As much a fraidy cat as he was, Timidity was almost no help at all, if even that much.
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Post by Dark N Sinth on Aug 2, 2009 19:11:54 GMT -6
You see no signs showing you what the signal is for, other than a couple scratch marks on the pole and ground. However, its still perfectly quiet in the area... maybe TOO quiet... hmm... well, what're you going to do? Stick near the light, start investigating the area, or go back to the path?
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Post by werefae on Aug 2, 2009 19:56:30 GMT -6
I growled softly as I glared around, not trusting the pole in the least. Once I noticed the scratch marks, I took a deep whiff of the area. Although the local fawna was unknown to me, I could usually at least tell how many were in the immediate area. I could feel my lip curling in an instinctual distrust of the silence, though.
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Post by Dark N Sinth on Aug 2, 2009 20:05:51 GMT -6
You smell nothing around except the aroma of slightly burned logs... hmm... how'd they get burnt? You get the distinct feeling somethings wrong with the area as its way too quiet for a forest of this kind... and poles dont just pop out of nowhere. Hmm... should you run back to the safe path, stay near the pole where so far nothing has happened, or go further into the forest?
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Post by werefae on Aug 2, 2009 20:14:52 GMT -6
Catching the aroma of not a single thing only made me trust the area less. There should be some identity scent with the claws; nothing went without a scent but gas. I backed away from the pole slowly, ready to make my way off from this unsafe place.
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Post by Dark N Sinth on Aug 2, 2009 20:20:03 GMT -6
As you backed away, you felt the strange sense that you were going towards something bad... and yet, nothing was there... no scents... no sounds... nothing but the trees silently standing around you... completely and utterly motionless. No wind? How could that be? Usually theres some wind in the area... hmm... maybe you should get out of there... its a little too... life-less for a forest.
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Post by werefae on Aug 2, 2009 20:24:25 GMT -6
My eyes narrowed distrustingly as I glared around, trying to find the source of all this unease. No wind, no scent, no sound... Something was very wrong, and I didn't happe to like it. A growl rumbled through my throat constantly. "Who's there!?"
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Post by Dark N Sinth on Aug 2, 2009 20:32:33 GMT -6
As soon as the last syllable leaves your mouth... the woods fill with the sound of a massive explosion. The forest is filled with an intense white light and deafens you with the massiveness of noise strewn around you. You get knocked backwards and into a somersault landing face down. Even some of the trees fall down as a massive gust shoots away from where the explosion came from... or at least it seems like an explosion... maybe you shouldn't stick around to find out...
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Post by werefae on Aug 2, 2009 22:04:25 GMT -6
I cringed on the ground where I had landed, clutching my ears closed over my head and under my paws. There WERE downsides to suffering such attacks while existing as a Werewolf, and it wasn't long here that I began to hate them, stumbling to my feet and leaning against a tree to rub my eyes, trying to get the burnt-in afterimage of WHITE out of my vision. Once I finally was to the point where I could at least see three or four of each tree, i began stumbling in a direction I hoped was Away from the blast, still rubbing one eye while my ears lay flat.
I found a tree to perch against, with my back to the blast, and waited a few more moments, trying to get my eyesight and hearing to reactivate.
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