GOD
He/Him
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December 25th
Spikemunth
Northeast
Monster
Rocket Beast
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
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POSTED ON Mar 14, 2024 4:02:30 GMT
Ow ow fuck ow ow ow ow ow fuck fuck ow ow OW OW OW.
After a solid ten seconds or so of uninterrupted savagery, the Sableye finally detaches itself from your face, lured away by the promise of a glint and a gleam in the dark of the cave. The greedy ghost scurries off, eager to claim fresh treasure to renew its much-plundered hoard. You, meanwhile, are left with copious amounts of blood trickling down your head. The good news is, your wounds are fairly shallow. The bad news is, you've sure got a lot of them. Your skin-to-cut ratio is hitting record lows.
But you'll survive. Because you've experienced far worse pain than this before, and you'll face far worse in the days to come. Because your flesh might be weak like paper, but your resolve is strong like steel. And, most importantly of all, because a girl is watching, and you really can't afford to look worse than you already do.
"Arceus wept, that was... Not good..." You groan, your hands gingerly reaching up to try and feel out the full extent of the damage. "How do I look, Drilliam? Is it bad?"
"Let me see." The mole takes a few steps closer to your, eyes squinting as it examines your injuries, before taking a few steps back and nodding. "Yep, that's bad, alright. Ugliest face I ever did see."
"Shit, really...?!"
"And on top of that, you're cut up to hell and back, too."
...Son of a bitch...
You breath a heavy sigh as your turn your attention back to the Sableye. Then, you breathe a much lighter sigh when you find said Sableye caught in a trance, standing amidst the ephemeral haze, completely and utterly transfixed by the Tera Shard in its claws. Seems like he's just as susceptible to the effects of the Dream Mist as you are, huh? As much as you're tempted to take advantage of its distraction and punt it across the cave, you decide to leave well enough alone. In its current state, its all but neutralised, and you've got better things to do than punishing a wild beast for acting on its instincts.
Like, for instance, tending to the wounded.
"Are you okay, Lulu?"
Lulu Flint
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