Zephyrus the Priestess

A cry sounded as Zephyr fired her leg in a kick towards the Gabite. Then a torrent of curses followed when her foot made contact with the sudden hard ice. Damn it, this was the third-- fourth? Fifth?-- time today she'd humiliated herself. Frustration wouldn't allow her to admire the beautiful handiwork that the Dewgong made out of the Gabite and she appeared to limp a bit. "Are you freaking kidding me?! That's why you send your Pokemon out to fight them, not you yourself to punch them!" cried the irritated girl, fumbling with the fingerless glove on her right hand and tossing it at the wannabe wrestler for him to use. If Gale had sharp enough eyes, he would've seen a scar draped over her knuckles, an old wound that looked just like the gash he had now. He would've had to look quickly though, as the girl wasted no time in storming off to rap out orders to Chaos and Cerberus. "Chaos! Spread out Light Screen and Reflect as far as you can behind over everyone else! Cerberus, keep the poison coming! Pancake, you make shelters out of Rock Tomb, Slide, and Dig!" All three Pokemon leapt into action, the Umbreon's rings glowing bright blue as she cast protective barriers over the team (could she call them that, though? Considering how the other Pokemon tended to push Gale aside?), stretching it out as much as possible to protect against the hailstorm that the Water-Ice type conjured. The Trapinch piled up boulder after boulder, creating crude little stone towers and turrets that could be climbed into for shelter and backed out of, should the Ground-Dragon army advance some more. Of course, the larger Pokemon such as the Pangoro wouldn't fit inside, but the Dewott at most could enter and fire (water?) from inside.

I love the TWD references. So this makes Enya Lizzie, then? XD

The Earth Sorcerer, if he ran fast enough, could barely see Hunter far ahead of him, dodging and weaving between trees, his four nimble paws flying as he ran. Every time he made a turn, he would disappear, but would also reappear just enough for Dru to know where to pass. Before the ranger herself could scream and charge, Marcus went ahead. His agility and fury astounded her for a moment, shocking her out of blind rage, allowing her to think. Glancing over, she saw the form of her father, impossible as it seemed to be, but he was there. While the Fire Templar distracted the brute (how dare he call her father "worthless" before looking in a mirror himself), the half-Elf crept as stealthily as possible, circling the the area until she got to a good vantage point. Admittedly angered as she was when she realized that Marcus had told her to stay back, she figured that he was going to fare better in close-range combat than she was. She only had so many silver-tipped arrows, the metal used to produce the arrows expensive and hard to come by. Her shortsword was iron; it wouldn't kill the beast, and she was no swordswoman. Lightning arced in the air and made her hair stand on end, but now was the moment; the ranger let fly a silver-tipped arrow just as what looked like a green barrier close over the three.

... It couldn't be. The world would've been kind to leave her thoughts there and allow her life to flash before her eyes, but no-- a fear-stricken No, no, no! followed immediately after. Her breaths were short, eyes wide, her body shook. Fear had its cruel grip on her... then... The half-elf gritted her teeth. Anger. How dare that pack of scum attack her father? Try to kill him? Insult him? The grip on her bow and arrow tightened till her knuckles went completely white and her gasps turned into harsh, hollow breaths. Marcus could practically feel the heat rising from the ranger. The girl opened her mouth and made a move to spring from their cover. If Marcus didn't move quickly, Helzebeth would probably get herself and everyone else present killed. The Dire Wolf returned from his patrolling and settled down by Odin and Nemesis with a grumbling stomach, having smelled the gumbo from his rounds. Yawning, he noticed Helzebeth, Jupiter, and one of the others were gone. Oh, well, they were probably gathering herbs-- Then he felt it all. Surprise. Disbelief. Adrenaline flooded through his body as he shot up from his relaxed position. Dread-- no, even worse; fear washed over him. That did it; he howled, then tore back into the woods without waiting for anybody else, picking up the pace as he felt Helzebeth's rage boil inside him. Something was wrong; something was very, very, horribly wrong.

The look on that wolf's face. The shock she sensed, the abrupt fear. It rocked her to her core and she was torn in between being petrified and running after the wolf. But the wolf decided for her-- she ran away after looking into her eyes, the message clear an unmistakable: Help. Running won out. The half-Elf hit the ground running after her before the Fire Templar-- the ranger knew he followed, not that she would've put a stop to it so long as he didn't spook the beautiful beast-- could decide what to do.

Happy birthday, Cow-senpai (oppa?)! C:

^you probably should for a formal welcome, but it seems that many of the older members never bothered making an intro thread, so it's fine too if you want to be fed to Lord Xatu don't feel like it. Irashaimasse, Lisa-san. Soshite, haijimemashte. Atashi-sama wa Zephyr-heika desu. Daaku-type wa honto suki desu. Jk I just wanted to unleash my weaboo, and I don't really refer to myself using such prideful, high and mighty honorifics lol. Anyway, welcome to Reborn! Check out the Creative Writing sub forum or the Roleplaying section if you'd like to submit or see fan fiction come to life. Hope you enjoy your stay you'll be here forever! c:

Evidently the Fire Templar was concerned; surely her sister would be, too. Not one to waste words (most of the time, anyway), she simply turned to look at them over her shoulder, and nodded with what she hoped looked like a look of tranquil confidence. Then she faced forward and continued moving towards the strange wolf.

You haven't? But I thought it was already a thing even back then? o.o or have I just been shipping envying you two even before it officially was a thing

Take care and have fun on your trip, Auntie Hilda! I'm late to this thread, aren't I

NOOOOOOOTUUUUUUUUUUS, NOOOOOOOOO QAQ But holy Boreas. Congratulations on getting accepted! : DDDD Gosh, it's been so much fun getting to know you and RPing with you this whole time, ever since KotH. I'm not really one for long speeches, though... So I have only a few things to say in incoherence and no particular order as usual. 1. You are the South Wind, after all; surely we will meet again, Wind Brother. 2. I and the rest of the RPers eagerly await your safe return. Take care, mate! 3. Keep that boated hat hatted boat, why doncha? QQ don't ever forget us! 4. Do your best, okay? Military is tough, after all... On that note, always wait an hour before getting in the water! Do warm-ups before every drill and exercise and cool down before collapsing! 5. Potatoes are delicious. 6. Thank you for being a pal and for Under the Hill, man. Enya'll miss your soul!

"H-He... He..." From whispers, her voice escalated to abrupt shrieks. "HE! THE ALMIGHTY ONE! THE LORD OF LORDS AND KING OF KINGS!" If Ethic looked at the child, he would've seen her eyes unnaturally wide-- if that were even possible, given how big her eyes already were-- with her irises reduced to blue dots, eyes like a white sea with tiny blue islands. The girl continued screaming incoherently, shuddering in her place, rambling in what sounded like a myriad tongues and languages, some ancient, some familiar.

A beautiful wolf stood in the forest, its pelt, white as the petals of the little flowers in her bag, stark against the lush green and brown and gray of the surrounding flora. Where did it come from? "You guys-- bring these back to camp," the ranger spoke as she handed the tiny blossoms to Jupiter or Marcus-- whoever was right next to her, she couldn't tell, as she was transfixed by this mysterious snowy wolf. "I'll follow back afterwards." Her tone made it clear that she thought that they oughtn't follow, lest they scare the wolf away. As she walked towards the beast, she wondered where it came from... It didn't make any sense for a white-furred wolf to dwell on the Shattered Hills.

IA! IA! CTHULHU RISES! /raises leeks and starts burning ice cream as sacrifices ... Happy birthday, Kuna-sensei! XD

When the other student told Henry to not show up anyway, she muttered, deadpan, "How stupid, then, for you to come here to tell him to get ready but to not go." The Ghost-Fire type hovering over Raiza's shoulder eyed the new student, being able to tell right away that his Trainer harboured resentment towards this kid (how unusual for her to really feel so negatively about somebody) ; his yellow eyes flashed as he plotted to follow him later and see what his soul tasted like. Then she turned to see Henry apologise and hurry off. "Good luck, pon!" she called out, not noticing her dear Litwick as he hovered off after that boy. A shrill scream came from the crowd, and Lucifer came back shortly, phasing through the ground, obviously having not been detected by anybody else while taking care of... Business. "Wick, wick," he said, and pointed at the hole that the Drilbur came out of earlier, making Raiza look to see a disgruntled looking Toothless pop out. "Ah, there you are, sweetie! Where've you been?" she chided. "Oh, whatever... Come, let's go check out the other stalls, pon."

Don't worry, kiddo. A couple of us are. Heck, I'm one of those people who worry a little too much over what I'm about to post... I just tend to go "meh" and post it anyway, lol. TIL just how much fresh dog's droppings really stink. Thanks a lot, Bonnie.

Y'know, Skitty, you look like a friend of mine from high school, 'cept her hair's shorter, lol.

The first game that will always come to mind is Pokemon. Pokemon, or Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, or even Pokemon Conquest. Otherwise, The Evil Within The Last of Us Resident Evil Cooking Mama Bioshock okay no, Pokemon really is the only choice for me. Following the anime and games which are (mostly) childlike, the world of Pokemon is a (mostly) carefree world. You're young and able to explore alongside a pack of friends, human or Pokemon, with nothing but your own limitations and yourself to put an end to your journey. And who cares about the darker undertones of the world? It adds to the charm, in my opinion. anyway, nothing's scarier than schoolwork

^lel the power of AtokNiiro's art style is real

Yeah, personal and battle themes. I'm still looking for some.

... Raiza needs a theme. I'm considering GlitchxCity's remix of Diantha's theme, but...

were even on

I feel very much the opposite of young. :c EXLink?

Happy not birthday birthday, kouhai! ^-^ /radiates senpai charm