Zephyrus the Priestess

twerk on it. NEXT

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everyone nearby decided

Oh. Cuts. With the bandage wraps that Umbreon had pulled out of her small messenger bag, Zephyr wrapped up the newly lacerated arm tightly so as to stop the bleeding. Crimson dotted the cloth here and there, but at least it wasn't dripping with blood or soaked with the stuff. Whatever. She felt fine and her Pokemon were unharmed; everything was okay, so far. The only thing that bothered her was how she couldn't understand the Pokemon-- at least, the other Pokemon. Another hell of a ruckus had been stirred up abruptly and ended just as suddenly. Yes, she was glad that neither the Dewott nor the Pangoro got too badly hurt-- the Dewott now, however, went missing and it worried her to an extent-- but she had no clue why they'd fought anyway. On that note... ... Why was that Pangoro wearing a hat, a pocketwatch, and a fur cape... ? Guess it wouldn't help too much to worry about it now. The gunslinger girl walked back to the group along with both hound and... cat-fox-dog-bunny... thing. It seemed that the other Pokemon were fine. From where she was standing though, she couldn't see how the dude was holding up-- he had a Gardevoir with him anyway, and she seemed to be tough despite that slender and feminine figure. Meh, he was probably fine. She couldn't exactly see a dead body lying around at the moment, nor were any Pokemon screaming in agony. The Dewgong began to press onward. Onward, anyway, seemed to be the only way to go. No way in hell was she going to stick around to let that sinister breeze brush against her. Specially cause she was, after all, just clad in a shirt and some shorts. In hindsight,it wasn't hiking/killing people material.

The problem is that I'm not General Vinny, and that this thread hasn't been updated for far too long. Colonel Rose?

You're welcome. Also, there's this:

The half-elf followed the dwarf, treading carefully and slowly, Hunter tailing her as he peered into the unending, diabolical void. Guttural growls would not cease coming from the wolf-- the ravine just oozed with too much enigma, too much gloom...

Corphish

fuuuu-- sorry it was a quarter to seven when I posted and it was morning and I had to leave for work and and and-- *boom* *edits post*

without any appropriate

What a wide hall! Oh, what a loud voice! So... The game has began then? Any more than that, Enya thought no more about the booming voice. She was a mere child; she didn't seem to care about whatever it had just announced. Enya looked around, having stopped skipping. The water was gone all of a sudden. Enya smiled and petted Ace. That's good. Ace hates the rain. The hall has so many books... Maybe they're picture books? Storybooks? The curious child proceeded to skip from one bookshelf to another, dragging the unusually heavy-looking bear behind her.

The birthplace of the God of Darkness and Chaos. No wonder it seemed to leave a heavy feeling and a churning sensation in the chest and stomach, respectively, of the ranger, as she surveyed the damned area. And damned did it look-- and feel-- indeed. Continuous low growls came from the throat of Hunter, who cautiously raised his muzzle to sniff out danger-- a wasted gesture, one would suppose. The entire place had danger written over it, somehow, what with its disgustingly and depressingly eerie landscape. Perhaps it was only the blessing of the god Draven that kept this abyss from crumbling apart... which perhaps accounted for why they had the luck to have to cross a rickety old bridge over a yawning chasm. Helzebeth looked down at Odin, hearing his statement. "What an odd route to take to pick apples," she said. "Is this the only way?"

*resists saying... stuff* crashed into my

Lunatone

I think I might have though uh, Ark again

Behold Weesaur is so derpy. Horsoran. Most faces using Horsea look derpy too And these things.

with actual skills

FLYGON YES A POKEMON I LIKE

Lol, Inferno

A watchman strolled around on the beat, carrying an umbrella to shield himself against the cold nocturne rain. A powerful torch shone from his hand to illuminate the darkness in front of him as he walked carefully, not wanting to disturb a spectre in the night. "Bloody freak storms.. And to be so close to this fishy hill... Ugh... Makes me shudder," he muttered to nobody in particular. Suddenly, a flash of light lit up the dark forest and the man recoiled as thunder seemed to sound as if the sky itself was breaking open. That was when he saw the child. A child-- a mere lass, probably no more than ten years of age-- pranced around in the deluge and wind as if it didn't bother her, swinging around a huge stuffed bear or... a little body. The policeman shook his head. Why'd something so macabre come into mind? "Hey, there, lassie, what're you doing out there? Where's your parents?" He called out, swinging his flashlight in the girl's direction. She couldn't seem to hear him... But strangely, he heard her, somehow, as the bright light showed him her features. He'd nearly dropped his torch. The minute figure dance around in a grey sort of button-up dress, with a pink bow tied around her neck. On her delicate shoulders clung a brown jacket-- leather, it looked, judging from the way it shone-- and on her feet were lacy little socks snugly kept in simple black shoes. It wasn't her outfit; in every way they were a normal little girl's dress and clothing, save for the jacket, perhaps. She herself looked like a ghost, what with her bone-white skin. Her hair was shiny black obsidian, and whenever she turned, he caught a glimpse of her huge, round eyes, blue as ice that seemed to bore into his mind. The gleeful smile helped nothing to calm his nerves. What was more, she sang so cheerfully... It didn't fit the words to the song at all: "Ring around the rosie, a packet full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" For all knew that it told of the horrible disease that once killed so many-- the Black Plague, it was called nowadays. The man stood rooted to the spot as the girl, as if blissfully ignorant of the legends that spoke of the infamous landmark, skipped her way through the portals of the forbidden hill.

Zephyr had grabbed both Houndoom and Umbreon impulsively and dove for cover when the huge boulder exploded. It was at this moment that her jumpiness had come in handy-- how she managed to lift both Pokemon at once and then dash behind a tree, she had no idea or any care. That was some freaky wind. It, along with the forest, was pretty new to her. Some messed up crap was going on here. Regardless. She turned to her pals and asked them, "Did it hit you guys anywhere?" Umbreon and Houndoom just stared at Zephyr. She was asking them both that question, when it was her who had fresh cuts that bled out on her arm...

Just got back from job. Heyyy. Ark, you coming around?

Not only that

Well I'll see what I can do XD and bios would help, yeah. ('bout time I learned how to draw beards and armor too)

^Lol yeah I figured. and it's Zephyr's fault for having a gun out in the first place