dog boy
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october 24
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kyle lopez
 he smiles as he approaches the tree with the calyrex waiting for him. a dip of his head constitutes a greeting, which was cordially returned by the king of bountiful harvests. "you came at a wrong time, my friend." the emergent takes his seat beside calyrex, using the tree's roots for his roost. "ideals and truths have no place in these lands, but i suppose it is during an era of crisis such as this time when people try cling to them the most. ironic.""yours is a pure enough reason. i've been wanting to get this out of my chest for a while in any case."he crosses his legs, an arm resting against his knee as he leans to his side. dried leaves and branches were lit, providing a campfire with a pinch of ash. warmth breaks through one of the last cold nights of hoenn. presented with another's death, what do you do? the reality of the matter suggest that there's no going back, but these people go out of their way for their ideals. a false ho-oh becomes their truth as they risk everything for futility.
when otherworlders seek to destroy, the truth has already been set. had it not been for a defender's ideals, a conflicting truth wouldn't have appeared to challenge the end.
on your way to complete a mission, a hindrance stands in your way. your ideals push you to ignore the truth, even if facing the truth had been the right answer. death awaited the boss that failed to distinguish between the two.
this region has a library of stories with opposing themes. time will tell that the line between truths and ideals have long been blurred by desperate struggles and ambitions. if you want my favorite story of them all, let me tell you of my pride and joy:
ideals that he claims are nonexistent, yet his entirety has crowned him the champion of the land. he's a symbolism of hope if we go by tradition, but he doesn't see himself as such.
truths that he constantly creates himself despite the irony of the world's secrets being its foundation. to change the rules without meaning to is the best merit of that value in my terms.
he is the king of the day, one that has the potential to emerge through the darkest of nights and rise a hero befitting a story that you have once asked people to fulfill. "or perhaps... you aren't the same one? my apologies, but i'm certain you didn't mind me prattling on about something i have come to like regardless."it's a mannerism he picked up on. "his story has not concluded yet, so there will be more to tell. the only thing i can assure you is that truths and ideals are mere excuses for these children. it's almost an anarchy with how they simply do what they want."he stands up as he sees another figure from a distance who wishes to share their own retelling of their personal story to the king of bountiful harvests. the sole of his shoe stomps of the fire, killing embers of his own fire before it turns to a hazard. "it may be that you prefer to see it on your own instead-- others with similar journeys that defy expectations, though they would never earn my preference. nevertheless, this region is more than what you can expect from it."he takes a step before dispersing into a cloud of ash, blown away by ever grande's sea breeze. |
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