Search results

"That is... unfortunate." Tempest chose his words carefully, uncertain of how to best air his feelings on the matter. "I do not know if your culture places any value on an afterlife. But even if you don't. To be an immortal among mortals... I imagine it's... difficult. Emotionally draining." It...

Nip flinched, shrinking back for just a second before catching himself. He straightened back up, then shook his head. "Oh, nothings wrong as far as I know. I just was coming out here for some solitude. I guess I wasn't the only one with that idea." He smiled weakly, hoping to hide his unease.

"Mm. I can sympathize, and I'm sorry to hear that." He passed, staring out the window for a moment. "Nip and I, our culture does not put high values on avenging the dead. Death is a part of life, and accidents happen when hunting. Perhaps that is why I feel so detached from Nip's death. But...

Nip had returned briefly to Null village. But restlessness urged him to leave again. Now he found himself back in the wilderness, his shadow following close behind. He didn't care much for these wide open spaces, but there also seemed to be little traditional danger here. Pheraps he would have...

"I suppose you have a point. But I can't help but worry." As much as he wanted to believe Nip would find the support of the others, he knew just how deep Nip's trust issues ran. "Revenge would do them little good anyways. It may make them feel better for a time, but revenge leads to...

Tempest held Bahamut's gaze, for a moment, his face betraying no emotion. "I had just been using Nip's badge when I needed to. But... unfortunately he had it on him during the battle. I think you get the idea. I have yet to replace it." He turned back to the furniture for a moment. "You're...

"I'm sorry, he threw-" Tempest cut himself off with a displeased flick of his tails and a drown. "You know what? I'm not going to question it." He paused, sighing, and shook his head. "I just hope it doesn't delay the retrieval of our fallen. For their sakes."

Tempest followed his gesture. "Ah, I see. If you'd like, I can help out. I've already been tidying up. Keeping myself busy." He began to walk towards the furniture, inspecting the pile to figure out which piece he could take without toppling the structure. "How has the planning gone?" The...

Logging an hour of writing and an hour of art

Tempest wasn't one to get out much. Though he was polite and friendly to most of the other pokemon and familiars, he'd gotten into the habit mostly just hanging around Nip. Now he didn't even have that. But that was fine. After all, if Diyem was to be believed, Nip would be back soon...

Nip shared a glance with his shadow. It was staying silent this time, but Nip could tell what it was thinking. He was thinking it, too. No you wouldn't. Not if you knew everything. But verbally, he did not say as much. Instead, he just said. "...hopefully." Without giving Cynthian a chance to...

"Of course we're safe now." Nip's reply came just a bit too quickly. "Why wouldn't we be? Its not like she can chase me across worlds or anything like that. That would be ridiculous, don't you think?" His shadow frowned at him, but said nothing. "Anyways, we should probably head back towards...

"No one important," Nip answered quickly. "At least, no one important now." His shadow opened it's mouth as if to say something, but the glare Nip shot it made it think twice and slink backwards, eyes downcast. Nip paused, taking a deep breath. " Look, I just have someone very... Unpleasant...

Nip smiled weakly. "Tempest, like myself, was an outsider to the tribe. He joined the tribe some time before I hatched, though I don't know how long ago. He has a bit of a quiet, commanding atmosphere to him, and tends to be pretty private about his past. But he is also kind and wise. He was...

Ah, right, he had talked about that some, hadn't he? "More or less," he answered. He turned his head to the side, avoiding meeting Cynthain's eyes, and scratched at the side of his head. "I had one 'mon I could trust. You've already sort of met him: Tempest. But... I was never very close with...

"Mm... That certainly may have helped," Nip agreed. "But you're also here with people you trust, right? That probably helps, too." "Let's just hope that trust isn't ill-placed..." Nip shot his shade another look then turned his attention back to Cynthian. "While I can't say I've been anywhere...

"Are they really friends if they try to kill you, or even hurt you?" Nip grumbled and swatted at his shadow, which deftly sidesteped. "Ignore it. I've found that listening doesn't help anything." He turned his attention fully back to Cynthian, tilting his head. "Now, what was that you were...

Nip flicked an ear as he drew in the pleasant scent. He nodded to the shadow in question, who still stood at attention, though now facing outwards instead of facing Cynthian. "Well, it won't quit following me around, but it sounds like I'm... Doing better than most?" He and his shadow we're not...

Nip took a moment to catch his breath as Brisa ran off. He considered following her, but the idea of leaving Cynthian alone worried him. Sure, Cynthian could take care of herself. But against a charizard? He didn't like those odds. As his breathing returned to normal, he slumped to the ground...

Nip had no clue how long it took him to get to the forest, but it was far longer than he would like. He was starting to tire from the mad dash from the river. Constantly, he glanced over his shoulder, keeping an eye out for the possibly pursuing charizard. If he didn't find Brisa soon, he feared...