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Post by Ayoki on Apr 7, 2006 6:14:11 GMT -5
The two yellow ears showed well enough through her raven hair, a small electric spark dancing on her yellow paw, half-covered by a mit. She was cloaked completely in jet-black, and the only thing that could be seen was her strange, pale face, with those black-pit eyes, her Jolteon ears and paws.
A 'Morph.
The emotionless eyes stared into the darkness, the way illuminated slightly by the light given off by the sparks. But the Electric 'Morph liked the darkness better. Her Pokemon could see clearly in it, but she, being a human, could not.
Six shapes were slightly outlined in the darkness aorund her, none daring to come close to the light. They had been ordered not to. All six were fiercely devoted to their mistress, and when she laughed, so did they. When she thought up a new scheme, they willingly obeyed.
Servants.
But only of their free will. |
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Post by Professor Miyazaki on Apr 7, 2006 6:16:39 GMT -5
Things moved in the darkness, separate from her will. Closer to the light was a small baby of the Ebony race had wandered from her parents. |
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Post by Ayoki on Apr 7, 2006 6:31:24 GMT -5
Her sharp eyes caught the Ebony immediately. She wasted no time. In only moments, the light on her palm flickered, spat, and sparked into nothing.
The signal.
At once, six Pokemon charged forwards, six unknown shapes, each equiped with claws, jaws, pincers, talons, all attacking, scratching, reaching for hte prey so close to their grasp. |
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Post by Professor Miyazaki on Apr 7, 2006 6:32:55 GMT -5
The Ebony babe squealed as the shapes fell upon her, and she struggled in vain. |
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Post by Ayoki on Apr 7, 2006 6:38:52 GMT -5
Yes... In vain... Hundreds of shadowed claws seemed to tear at her, each fighting to bring the prize back to their mistress, who alone, in the darkness, was waiting.
Always waiting.
She had been waiting for ages, but not anymore. She had been promised. She had promised. She would not fail now.
"Bring it to me..." |
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Post by Professor Miyazaki on Apr 7, 2006 6:41:12 GMT -5
As the little Ebony was carried to the Morph gilr, she cried for her parents, anyone. She tired to move her wings, but in vain, in vain. |
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Post by Ayoki on Apr 7, 2006 18:36:09 GMT -5
Claws, bright yellow, sparking, now they reached out for her, now they petted the shivering form. Soothingly, almost, false lies whispered in her ears.
"Don't worry... I will take you home..."
Yes... Home... But not to mamma. |
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Post by Professor Miyazaki on Apr 8, 2006 22:49:44 GMT -5
The Ebony whimpered, looking at the Morph.
<Home?> |
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Post by Ayoki on Apr 9, 2006 1:08:57 GMT -5
"Yes... Home..." The 'Morph's voice was nothing but a soft whisper, coated with false sweetness. She petted the Ebony gently, her paws as cold - perhaps even more - than steel.
"Quiet now... If you don't struggle, it won't hurt..." she hissed, abruptly tapping the Dark Pokemon with a 'Ball, trying her hardest to keep the 'Ball still. |
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Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 3:38:21 GMT -5
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