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14 Apr 2016, 11:48 AM Post #1 |
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A cry of despair echoed around the plains, appearing to scream within the silence of the early morning, another follows it, and another, each coming with another horrifying *Squelch* followed by a small, barely noticeable, grunt. Oliver continued to slog through the thick mud, a grotesque semblance of sound ringing in his ears with each step as his boots sank into the unappealing terrain. A modicum of light rainfall surrounded him, making him thankful for the thick pants and even thicker parker to protect him from the climates, even as the bite of the wind threw itself at his exposed face. Oliver sighed, fingering the two red and white balls at his hip through his dark gloves, reassuring himself in the knowledge that his friends were there if needed, doing his best to disregard the fact his partner for just over a year was sitting unconscious within one of those balls. Oliver pushed on, a feeling of hope filling his gut as he struggled through the thick mud, onwards towards the large city looming in the distance, a place to rest, a place to heal, a place to train. As he continued, Oliver gazed at the surrounding wildlife, losing himself to the beauty of nature, no matter how mud soaked it may be. Small flying types flitted through the skies, paying no heed to the heavy rain which simply glanced off of their powerful wings. Patrat poked their heads from their shelters, a tuft of matted white fur behind pairs of ominous eyes, crimson holding a glowing yellow ring, and Bunnelby, their large, paw like ears at the ready, sensing for danger or food alike, they sat together, nibbling on the grass which kept them almost hidden. As Oliver continued he even caught sight of a small onion stalk, moving through the green sea, guaranteeing the fact that a rare Farfetch’d was stumbling uncertainly, making him chuckle at the fact, Nile would kill for one of those, and so it was for that purpose that Oliver didn’t stop, barely giving the small bird a glance. He continued almost peacefully for another hour or so, squelching all the while, before falling backwards from shock and fear as a wild Stantler burst from the undergrowth, knocking him on his rear as it leapt through the thick grass. Oliver stared at the retreating figure in shock, jaw agape, before realizing that mud was soaking his pants and making him rather cold, leading to a hasty return to his feet. After getting as much off as he could Oliver continued on, embarrassed at the large brown stain on his pants and deciding to get them washed immediately after entering the city. He lowered his head and grit his teeth to stop their chattering as he returned to his tramp to Dianette. As he got closer he began to hear a… thrumming. There was no other word for it, no matter how hard Oliver tried to find one, like a shower head on full bawl or… the Reedriver itself. Edited by Knight_Shade, 2 Nov 2016, 07:13 AM.
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17 Apr 2016, 06:42 PM Post #2 |
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For those who don’t know, the Reedriver Bridge is famous for its eloquent beauty, the design was filled with swirls and intricate designs. The Reedriver itself, on the other hand, is in stark contrast, its beauty is in a morbid sense: narrow, crystal clear, a thriving eco system, but there’s always a problem. The river flows at such a speed that the name ‘Reedriver’ is inaccurate, a better name would be the ‘Reed Rapids’ or maybe even the ‘River of Corpses’ in honor of the countless people and pokemon who’s lives had been claimed by the icy devil, the river had been used by his family as a warning tale. “Eat your greens or the Reedriver will gobble you up!” His mother would say when either Oliver or his brother had complained about the food on their plate, the thought of facing his childhood nightmare shook the teen to the core. Oliver shivered, the feeling of the muscles within his back spasm sporadically, he continued to finger the orbs at his waist, feeling the pendant beat into his chest familiarly, both sensations helping to calm him, no matter how weak that calm was within a storm of worry. As he grew closer to the bridge he began to see its details better, a set of stairs lead up to the top of the bridge, faint ornate carvings covering each one, the shore was filled with reeds, most likely the ones that gave this place its name. The water was indeed crystal clear, and it was also obviously dangerous. The rapids flew by incredibly… well, rapidly, shifting swiftly, a ferocious beast, screaming at its shackles, with said shackles being a thin, yet surprisingly still intact, sheet of ice. As Oliver drew closer, he could make out even more detail, water type pokemon, frolicking and playing, not caring for the cold, not caring for the deadly speed of the water they were in. A Corphish scuttled along the damp shore, it’s orange carapace a sheer contrast against the greens and browns of the surrounding plant life. Its large claws were stretched out, hanging open, the Ruffian pokemon’s eyes stared vacantly, surveying the river before scuttling away. Oliver was quickly broken from his admiration by a full blown roar of fury. Startled, he quickly glanced around, desperately searching for the origin of the sound as it echoes. A resounding *crack* booms around the clearing, easily hears above the rushing water, the sound is followed by another, softer this time, and another… Soon the sound is repeating quickly, and finally the cause same into sight. The ice was splitting. The howling of the wind picked up and the rain fell harder, getting louder as the ice parted, allowing the screams of the river to join in. A cacophony of screams, howls, cracks… the dead’s anger. “Hey! What’s wrong with you kid?!” …the sound echoes, and it takes Oliver a second to realize where it was coming from, a figure stood on the bridge. “Kid?” The figure repeated, as it ran down the other side of the bridge, finally it stopped before him, holding out a hand, “Kid, you okay? The name’s Hart, James Hart.” |
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