unrepentantAuthor
A cat that writes stories.
"Well done," said Brisa. She meant it.
Right. Here went nothin'.
Brisa approached the light, raised a paw, and hesitated. This was an opportunity to receive power at the price of pain. The pokémon who'd gone before her had touched the light only for a moment or two, and they'd yelped in shock, or pain. But she... She could stand to touch it for longer, right? She didn't know for sure that it would help to do so, but if there was a chance that she'd be stronger for it, she'd tolerate the light for as long as she could. Wasn't she here to help people? There was a world in danger. This was no time to flinch away.
She wanted power; she could bear a little pain.
She braced herself and dipped her head forward, into the light.
It started out as warmth spreading down her back, but intensified rapidly. Like a hot surface on bare paws, like a spiced shank on an unprepared tongue, the burn didn't come until a moment after she expected it. Warmth turned to heat, and heat turned to a body-wracking jolt. She'd thought it would only burn where she made contact, but after a few seconds, every fibre of her being felt as if it were alight with white fire. From her bones, to her flesh, to every inch of skin, she felt ablaze. But what was that to her? She'd been lit on fire before.
She dug her claws into the ground, and tried not to scream.
Right. Here went nothin'.
Brisa approached the light, raised a paw, and hesitated. This was an opportunity to receive power at the price of pain. The pokémon who'd gone before her had touched the light only for a moment or two, and they'd yelped in shock, or pain. But she... She could stand to touch it for longer, right? She didn't know for sure that it would help to do so, but if there was a chance that she'd be stronger for it, she'd tolerate the light for as long as she could. Wasn't she here to help people? There was a world in danger. This was no time to flinch away.
She wanted power; she could bear a little pain.
She braced herself and dipped her head forward, into the light.
It started out as warmth spreading down her back, but intensified rapidly. Like a hot surface on bare paws, like a spiced shank on an unprepared tongue, the burn didn't come until a moment after she expected it. Warmth turned to heat, and heat turned to a body-wracking jolt. She'd thought it would only burn where she made contact, but after a few seconds, every fibre of her being felt as if it were alight with white fire. From her bones, to her flesh, to every inch of skin, she felt ablaze. But what was that to her? She'd been lit on fire before.
She dug her claws into the ground, and tried not to scream.