Post by xeno on May 28, 2018 11:46:11 GMT
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One Day I'll Be
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THE THUNDER IN THE STORM
Danger it was the one thing that keeps a pokemons blood pumping. No, there's more to it than that. Fear is also a good motivator and Xeno was indeed scared. Not of anything in particular but he was scared of himself.
He'd been pondering his own existence the past week or so. A part of him waiting for the revenge that was sure to come his way. He had no excuse for it. For the murder, he had committed. The world had been cruel to him from the moment he ran from home.
Six years of struggling to survive. Stealing and being beaten for it scavenging in territories where he wasn't welcome and being beaten for it. No matter where he went he had been unwelcome. The wilds were harsh and cruel and it was everyone for themselves.
It had gotten to him. He could only think of himself; his hunger, his thirst and the need for shelter. Yet what was he doing that day? He had attacked that pokemon just because he had seen him. He had become as territorial as those around him and the cries of its children sounded in his ears.
He was a child too. No, not anymore he was pretty much an adult. Yet, realizing a part of him was just like those children it broke him of it all. He was just as scared; he was scared of dying. He fought for his life and now all it had given him was the title of murderer and outlaw.
What could he do? He had no way to bring back the dead. He wanted to do something though. Anything to try and make up for his wrongdoings. He took a life...so he should save a life. It was the only option in his mind. Who was he to judge what the pokemon who's life he took's worth was though? How many should he save to make up for it? Could he make up for it?
All these thoughts swirled in his inexperienced mind as he walked. The green eyes axew pausing as the forest ended and the meadow began. There was magic in the air around this place. A dungeon no doubt which meant it was dangerous to continue. He couldn't bring himself to stop however and continued walking.
There was a big difference between the forest and here. The light was warm and the breeze felt good. He tried to forget for the moment and just soak it in. Relaxing his shoulders drooped and were stiff and ached from him walking like an old man hunched and defensive.
"I brought forth the greatest dishonor to my name," Xeno spoke to himself. "Yet, I can only perform the most honorable of deeds now. Never again may my paws be stained red with the blood of innocence. I swear it upon my own soul."
That's what he could do and that's what he would do. He looked forward the daylight seems to lift his spirits some but a giant cloud still loomed over his head. He began walking farther inward looking for something that could become his redemption.
He'd been pondering his own existence the past week or so. A part of him waiting for the revenge that was sure to come his way. He had no excuse for it. For the murder, he had committed. The world had been cruel to him from the moment he ran from home.
Six years of struggling to survive. Stealing and being beaten for it scavenging in territories where he wasn't welcome and being beaten for it. No matter where he went he had been unwelcome. The wilds were harsh and cruel and it was everyone for themselves.
It had gotten to him. He could only think of himself; his hunger, his thirst and the need for shelter. Yet what was he doing that day? He had attacked that pokemon just because he had seen him. He had become as territorial as those around him and the cries of its children sounded in his ears.
He was a child too. No, not anymore he was pretty much an adult. Yet, realizing a part of him was just like those children it broke him of it all. He was just as scared; he was scared of dying. He fought for his life and now all it had given him was the title of murderer and outlaw.
What could he do? He had no way to bring back the dead. He wanted to do something though. Anything to try and make up for his wrongdoings. He took a life...so he should save a life. It was the only option in his mind. Who was he to judge what the pokemon who's life he took's worth was though? How many should he save to make up for it? Could he make up for it?
All these thoughts swirled in his inexperienced mind as he walked. The green eyes axew pausing as the forest ended and the meadow began. There was magic in the air around this place. A dungeon no doubt which meant it was dangerous to continue. He couldn't bring himself to stop however and continued walking.
There was a big difference between the forest and here. The light was warm and the breeze felt good. He tried to forget for the moment and just soak it in. Relaxing his shoulders drooped and were stiff and ached from him walking like an old man hunched and defensive.
"I brought forth the greatest dishonor to my name," Xeno spoke to himself. "Yet, I can only perform the most honorable of deeds now. Never again may my paws be stained red with the blood of innocence. I swear it upon my own soul."
That's what he could do and that's what he would do. He looked forward the daylight seems to lift his spirits some but a giant cloud still loomed over his head. He began walking farther inward looking for something that could become his redemption.
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