Cresselia92
Gym Leader
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Hers
- Partners
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“The Northern Pines… Quite the ironic place to discuss about important matters.”
“Indeed. That is where thou have dug the graves of thy dead-but-not-too-dead comrades, after all.”
“I… I did not know they did not leave for the Twilight. I was—”
“Afraid they would be stuck in Oblivion. Yes. I felt that fear, too.”
Icetales and his Shadow were traversing the thick forest, following the direction given by Diyem. The fox-in-flesh had to stretch his tails — staying stuck as a statue had made his muscles stiff and creaky.
“Golly! No wonder no one wants to die…” muttered Icetales, shaking his head and scattering some snowflakes.
“Thou were not dead. Thy soul was simply sent into Sir Diyem. Besides,” the Shadow smirked, “dying gave thee much insight and made thee wish to preserve thy life more appropriately. Is that not a good thing?”
Icetales rolled his eyes. “I could have learned that lesson in other ways, I reckon.”
And then, they heard some voices. Many voices, which they believed were the members of the cortège. Though, Icetales paused and stared at the trees, while his Shadow stared at him.
“Afraid of how they would react and of what thou should say…”
“Yes.”
“Understandable concern. Howbeit, I shall help thee deal with anything and give thee courage, yes? Just go. Dost not think too hard.”
Icetales took a deep breath and strode forward, followed with his Shadow with black flames. He kept walking silently, looking at his comrades. Perhaps some of them had noticed him, but he was going to let his presence known.
“Greetings, my dear comrades. I am back from hell.”
“Indeed. That is where thou have dug the graves of thy dead-but-not-too-dead comrades, after all.”
“I… I did not know they did not leave for the Twilight. I was—”
“Afraid they would be stuck in Oblivion. Yes. I felt that fear, too.”
Icetales and his Shadow were traversing the thick forest, following the direction given by Diyem. The fox-in-flesh had to stretch his tails — staying stuck as a statue had made his muscles stiff and creaky.
“Golly! No wonder no one wants to die…” muttered Icetales, shaking his head and scattering some snowflakes.
“Thou were not dead. Thy soul was simply sent into Sir Diyem. Besides,” the Shadow smirked, “dying gave thee much insight and made thee wish to preserve thy life more appropriately. Is that not a good thing?”
Icetales rolled his eyes. “I could have learned that lesson in other ways, I reckon.”
And then, they heard some voices. Many voices, which they believed were the members of the cortège. Though, Icetales paused and stared at the trees, while his Shadow stared at him.
“Afraid of how they would react and of what thou should say…”
“Yes.”
“Understandable concern. Howbeit, I shall help thee deal with anything and give thee courage, yes? Just go. Dost not think too hard.”
Icetales took a deep breath and strode forward, followed with his Shadow with black flames. He kept walking silently, looking at his comrades. Perhaps some of them had noticed him, but he was going to let his presence known.
“Greetings, my dear comrades. I am back from hell.”