Seraphim
He, Him
27
June 25th
Eterna City, Sinnoh
Heterosexual
Billionaire, Playboy
Head Scientist
"I can't take the pressure....I'm gone beyond repair...."
The Mt. Pyre Caper [M]
POSTED ON Jun 24, 2021 19:02:36 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]One by One I'm addicted to the panic There had been reports of grave vandalism happening along Mt. Pyre recently, and Amor was bored at the moment having concluded most of his business that he needed to, he was just bored at the moment. So when the old man who ran the gravesite asked for a guard, Amor decided to do it. After all it would give him a chance to work some things out, if the person he met turned out to be a true piece of crap. So he was on the back of Draco soaring through the air, and the entire day passed without incident, but that was when he spotted it from above. A rock moved? No it wasn't a rock, it was some cartoonish disguise that children would use because they thought they were being clever. Though the fact that someone was stupid enough to actually do it was a surprise to him.
The person seemed to be saying something to their pokemon ,a Toxicroak, and that is when they began. They were stealing all the flowers from the graves that the people who came to pay their respects left. Amor wasn't a very angry person most of the time, in fact most of the time most would describe him as aloof, perhaps a tad flirty, but overall he seemed to be in a jovial mood perpetually. Amor never got mad, he never cried, but this made his blood thrum. Some lowlife piece of scum, that wasn't even worth being scraped off the bottom of his nine thousand dollar Galarian shoes, was stealing flowers from the graves of the dead. Flowers that people who treasured their memories brought to try, and have some sense of peace. Mad was not the word that could be used to describe how he felt, and in a flash they landed heavily in front of the dark haired man who was stealing from the grave.
"I'd ask what you were doing..." His voice was cold, there was little to no emotion in it as his eyes stared at the man, seething with unparalleled rage. "But I've decided to beat first, ask questions never." When had been the last time he had felt like this? The audacity of this dark haired man to make him feel this way, that was unforgivable to make him feel these things. "Draco...Fetch.." He ordered his Dragonite who leapt into action using his Extreme Speed in an attempt to snatch the bag of flowers from the duo of dimwits in front of him. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#9463c9 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#693a9b;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore]
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