White King
he / him
twenty-three
Spy / Assassin
Rocket Grunt
i'm not okay, with the distance that’s been growin'. girl, i'm not okay, i love you, never show it
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lucius hallows
MINIOR SWARM (II)
POSTED ON Mar 26, 2019 8:28:04 GMT
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It had already been a few months at the very least, by now, he had already fully healed; one might even argue that he's in an even better condition than before. Despite the loss of his limb, he was thankful to live another life.
Mt. Pyre became his refuge for the past few months, he stayed only a few meters shy from its guarded peak. He claimed its hidden mountainside cavern as his temporary home, recollecting his lost strength with each passing day. Tomorrow, he planned his return to civilization; tonight, he chose to appreciate nature.
Light pollution was at its lowest and the skies were clear. He sprawled on top of the grass, stargazing just outside of his temporary shelter. He never really took proper astrology, though he was thought how to read stars. Granted the stars are visible, he's able to determine his own coordinates just by looking at the night sky, something that might help him with his job as a spy should he ever get lost or captured.
Right above him was lyre, or was it LYRA, a constellation. He tried to trace the star formation with his left arm, only to realize that he had none.
"Oh..." He scowled.
Just then, a meteor shower. Like droplets of gold they fell, and it was gorgeous. The sight was absolutely one of a kind, he would've stayed for long if not for the fact that one was hurtling towards his direction. Lucius scurried away as the meteor came closer, crash landing inside the mountainside cavern he called his temporary home. He peeked inside, curious of what it was. Then, it glowed a vibrant hue, lighting the cavern entirely.
It wasn't a metor, it was a pokemon.
Something he was yet to discover. Then it dawned to him, perhaps he could catch it. He had one last pokeball in his person, something he held onto for six long months. He had one shot at it, perhaps it was worth the try.
He threw the ball, hoping to catch the meteor.
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