12-18-2016, 03:05 AM
Well, judging how these three Pokémon appear out of the darkness, these must be the guardians that laid waste to the previous party. Good choice for guards, since Eonic Pokémon don't tend to age much once they reach maturity, and they hardly get borded in their duties. Which is currently trying to slay the star performers of it the most fresh adventure it has seen in ages.
How utterly dreadful! While it would add a lovely touch of tragedy to the wondrous epic its group is weaving, it would also mean a swift curtains call for the story as well. That. Would. Not. Do. at. ALL.
Dramsama! (Worry not, Afro, I will have no harm come to the stars of the show!)
It then pivots to face the ancient trio, who were putting on air of menace, and decided to show the what true TERROR is like.
Dramsama!? DRAMSAMA. (How dare thee attempt to do harm to these bold adventurers, and end their splendid tale?! If you wish violence upon us, I WILL SHOW THOU NO MERCY.)
Suddenly, Dramsama eyes and plumage started to fiercily radiate an ghastly glow. The very room began to distort and twist, darkening and changing into something that would rightfully belong in a nightmare. Thespiae then began to advance upon the aggressor, about to do something unspeakable to them.
The trio of fossil Pokémon, quickly realizing that they perhaps jumped the gun a bit too early, tried to retreat back to safety, but found they could not. They were frozen to the spot, unable to move at all, and the quickly began to panic, frantically searching for the reason as to why. They look to the ground at their feet, and notice, to their growing horror, that their shadown were GRIPPING THEM IN PLACE.
Desperate to escape Thespiae's wrath, the tried to force their way out, with both moves and physically trying to removes their selves from their shadow's grasped, but it was to no avail. Soon, the now otheworldy Pokémon was with reach, and what happened next would be burned into Afro's and the little lamb's memory forever more.
From it back, strange, half a dozen translucent lumps start to form, and start to stretch and grow. Then extend, went crooked, and sprouted many digits, until they took on their final form: Arms. Terrify, ephemeral arms. Once shaped, they reached across to the Dermaforst, Theriamp, and Majungold, and rapidly plunged into their bodies. The three Pokémon started twitching a spazming in pain, with the Theriamp starting to foam at the mouth from the ghostly intrusion. A few seconds later, the arms ripped themselves from the bodies, holding three formless, glowey energy thingys of some kind.
The trio abruptly stop all movement then, and hung completely still, motionless as corpses. The arms retreat back towards the Dramsama, and re-entered its body, bringing with it the energy- no, souls- they stole from the Pokémon. Three new feathers then appeared on Thespiae's body, withering for a bit, before they went still, and fell into the same flow as the rest of its kin.
The glow surrounding Thespiae then dispelled, and the room quickly returned to normal. Soon after, the now soulless bodies of the ancient trio fell to the ground, still. Huffing at them, it turned to face the two sheep, and puffed out its chest in contentness.
Dramsama, Dramsama! Dramsama! (There, these troubles makers are no longer an issue to us! Not only that, but I got the chance to add even more feathers to my collection, just magnificent really!)
How utterly dreadful! While it would add a lovely touch of tragedy to the wondrous epic its group is weaving, it would also mean a swift curtains call for the story as well. That. Would. Not. Do. at. ALL.
Dramsama! (Worry not, Afro, I will have no harm come to the stars of the show!)
It then pivots to face the ancient trio, who were putting on air of menace, and decided to show the what true TERROR is like.
Dramsama!? DRAMSAMA. (How dare thee attempt to do harm to these bold adventurers, and end their splendid tale?! If you wish violence upon us, I WILL SHOW THOU NO MERCY.)
Suddenly, Dramsama eyes and plumage started to fiercily radiate an ghastly glow. The very room began to distort and twist, darkening and changing into something that would rightfully belong in a nightmare. Thespiae then began to advance upon the aggressor, about to do something unspeakable to them.
The trio of fossil Pokémon, quickly realizing that they perhaps jumped the gun a bit too early, tried to retreat back to safety, but found they could not. They were frozen to the spot, unable to move at all, and the quickly began to panic, frantically searching for the reason as to why. They look to the ground at their feet, and notice, to their growing horror, that their shadown were GRIPPING THEM IN PLACE.
Desperate to escape Thespiae's wrath, the tried to force their way out, with both moves and physically trying to removes their selves from their shadow's grasped, but it was to no avail. Soon, the now otheworldy Pokémon was with reach, and what happened next would be burned into Afro's and the little lamb's memory forever more.
From it back, strange, half a dozen translucent lumps start to form, and start to stretch and grow. Then extend, went crooked, and sprouted many digits, until they took on their final form: Arms. Terrify, ephemeral arms. Once shaped, they reached across to the Dermaforst, Theriamp, and Majungold, and rapidly plunged into their bodies. The three Pokémon started twitching a spazming in pain, with the Theriamp starting to foam at the mouth from the ghostly intrusion. A few seconds later, the arms ripped themselves from the bodies, holding three formless, glowey energy thingys of some kind.
The trio abruptly stop all movement then, and hung completely still, motionless as corpses. The arms retreat back towards the Dramsama, and re-entered its body, bringing with it the energy- no, souls- they stole from the Pokémon. Three new feathers then appeared on Thespiae's body, withering for a bit, before they went still, and fell into the same flow as the rest of its kin.
The glow surrounding Thespiae then dispelled, and the room quickly returned to normal. Soon after, the now soulless bodies of the ancient trio fell to the ground, still. Huffing at them, it turned to face the two sheep, and puffed out its chest in contentness.
Dramsama, Dramsama! Dramsama! (There, these troubles makers are no longer an issue to us! Not only that, but I got the chance to add even more feathers to my collection, just magnificent really!)
Like the wind, I come and go as I please... but I am always there to provide a comforting breeze.
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~
Online ID: 000650
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~ Online ID: 000650
