The Liberator
he/him/his
24
April 10
Lavaridge Town
Figuring it Out
Penitent
Renegade
Turned on my friends and brought them pain. I have no right to show I can change. But I gotta try!
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Isaac Merlo
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POSTED ON Jun 2, 2024 0:16:12 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","isaac2"] [attr="class","topimage"] [attr="class","textbox"]He could, easily, for he was as the wind itself. But there was a time and a place for that, even in the competitive streak that pulsed through Suicune's blood. Right now, it was the time for the old fashioned way, stumbling through a thicket two sizes too small while hot on his little sister's heels.[break][break] "Woah there, hold up!" He had to admit, even with the urge to indulge in the powers that had been stripped from him, this was nice. The winds granted unprecedented freedom, yet it was not their freedom he currently craved. Instead, it was the feeling of skin no longer pierced with poisoned chains, the sight of the horizon stretching endlessly before him, the dewy warmth of the woods he had fought so hard to reclaim.[break][break] He'd done so in more ways than one. A year ago, before Elisabeth's curse and his ascent, he had tried bringing Eris here to grow a Gracedia bloom together. Shellshocked and scarred, she could barely muster up the urge to face the forest. Now she traipsed through, heart full of love and laughter. She'd made the woods a home, and he'd made them a home for her.[break][break] Now that they were back from Ultra Space, they needed homes like this more than ever.[break][break] These quiet days needed to be savored while they lasted. Developments around the once and former floristry were nearing completion. Soon, Isaac would be a lot busier. He'd be pursuing the dreams of long-lost friends and fondly-held foes, all while becoming the guide that Suicune knew he could be. Carefree days like this would go from the reality of his post-Rocket existence to precious rarities.[break][break] Even if he didn't make the choice himself, the region would make it for him. The Triad had been suspiciously quiet. Kyurem's blight on the region had been cleansed. The Megalopians, if held to their word, would be away for a long while. What was left to distract Hoenn from the drums of war?[break][break] In Isaac's left hand was the cleansing mists of peace. In his right hand was the jagged frosts of war. Yet for now, the only thing he had eyes for was the one he yearned to protect. [attr="class","oocbox"] TAG — Eris Halla [break] NOTES — notes go here [newclass=".isaac2"] --color:#c4c067; [/newclass] [newclass=".isaac2"] margin: 0px auto; background-color: #111; min-height: 500px; width: 450px; margin: 0px auto; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom:20px; } .isaac2 .textbox a, .isaac2 .textbox i { color:var(--color); } .isaac2 .textbox b { font:bold 13px/10px 'Poppins'; color:var(--color); } .topimage { background-image: url(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1058305315642286080/1155427871351906335/image.png); height: 250px; width: 400px; background-size: cover; background-position:50% 20%; margin: 0px auto; } .isaac2 .textbox { line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-size: 12px; font-family: roboto; color: #d6d6d6; margin: 20px auto 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px; background:#1E1E1E; padding:30px 50px; background-image: url(https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; } .isaac2 .oocbox { border-top: 3px solid #333; padding-top: 10px; width: 260px; margin: 20px auto 0px; text-align:left; [/newclass]
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