Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 12:33:02 GMT -8
The clear skies above didn't bare any signs or warning for what was to come. As far as any of the Pokemon below, and the nature surrounding, could tell, it would be a normal day in the Pokemon Cove. The forest-covered landscape, dotted with a few caves and choice amount of rivers, lakes and waterfalls was in for a big surprise.
The day would change in the forests. For a moment, they were a calm and simple environment, with the slight breeze carrying with it the smell of the nearby waters. Faster than most could notice, an arc of heat flared from the scare, and bared down on the trees below. The heat slashed through the trees like butter, cutting a scar of heat-charred trees and burning leaves through the canopy of the forest. When the arc hit the ground, it glided across the ground, slashing through trees, bushes, and the dirt below as it continued to blaze onward. It sliced straight through trees that were in its way, incinerated the undergrowth below, tearing large gashes through the trees alongside it and sending bushes up in smoke. After creating a large scar on the forest all around, the arc of heat came to a screeching halt as it crashed against the rocks, lining the nearby lake.
The smoke from the heat still rose from the large scar that cut through the forest, as whatever caused it rested against the charred-black rock that finally stopped it. As the flash-fires either flared up or died out all around, the smoke cleared around that point until he was finally visible.
Gallade tried opening his eyes, but, found it really hard to simply stay awake. The smoke in the air didn't bother him much, but, the pure exhaustion and pain that ailed him made it impossible for him to focus on anything else. When he finally managed, his eyes opened slowly, his red iris' dilated back, while his pupils were enlarged. When the enlarged pupils made contact with the light, he made the instinctive move to cover his face, and only managed to bring the pain back. His eyes slammed shut, once again.
He managed to reopen them a few minutes later, his pupils now properly adjusted to the light around him. He still felt really out of it, though, and could only settle to accessing the damage. He hadn't a care in the world for the damage he caused to the land; he was more worried about himself. He gave himself a once over, trying his best to look over himself without straining his neck anymore than he had to. A rock to the spine wasn't the best way to get a kink out.
For the most part, the damage was centered in on his lower body. His legs and waist were pretty well done-in, with multiple scrapes, splinters (both wood and stone), burns and jagged tears in the skin to show for his descent. His arms were in a much better shape, the natural, sharp curves doing wonders to repel anything that could cause harm to them. The same could be said for his chest and head.
After a lot of sitting and thinking, he realized that he couldn't remember what had gotten him here. He knew that he had had that problem before, what, with a lack of memory, but, this time, it was on a much smaller scale. Instead of not remembering his entire life, he simply couldn't remember the event that landed him here. . .strange, he thought. He'd have to look into what could do this to him. For now, though, he simply wanted to save up his strength. As of yet, he was in no condition to travel.
And, so, he waited. Every now and again, he shifted his weight, hoping that he could move enough to simply stand. When he couldn't, he returned to simply plucking the splinters out from his legs. After a while, all the splinters were gone, but, he still looked, and felt, horrible. He looked around, trying to call to memory some herbs that would get him back on his feet. When his red gaze fell on the blue Oran Berry, he managed a brief smile of relief, before concentrating on them. He wasn't used to using his mind for this, but, he knew he could. . .a purple glow surrounded the blue berries, before they were pulled from their branches and over to him. Once in his grasp, he scarfed them down, hoping they would get to work quickly.
And, then. . .he waited. Mainly for the berries to get to work, but, also, for someone else to show up. Someone to tell him where he was, and to tell him how to get back home.
The day would change in the forests. For a moment, they were a calm and simple environment, with the slight breeze carrying with it the smell of the nearby waters. Faster than most could notice, an arc of heat flared from the scare, and bared down on the trees below. The heat slashed through the trees like butter, cutting a scar of heat-charred trees and burning leaves through the canopy of the forest. When the arc hit the ground, it glided across the ground, slashing through trees, bushes, and the dirt below as it continued to blaze onward. It sliced straight through trees that were in its way, incinerated the undergrowth below, tearing large gashes through the trees alongside it and sending bushes up in smoke. After creating a large scar on the forest all around, the arc of heat came to a screeching halt as it crashed against the rocks, lining the nearby lake.
The smoke from the heat still rose from the large scar that cut through the forest, as whatever caused it rested against the charred-black rock that finally stopped it. As the flash-fires either flared up or died out all around, the smoke cleared around that point until he was finally visible.
Gallade tried opening his eyes, but, found it really hard to simply stay awake. The smoke in the air didn't bother him much, but, the pure exhaustion and pain that ailed him made it impossible for him to focus on anything else. When he finally managed, his eyes opened slowly, his red iris' dilated back, while his pupils were enlarged. When the enlarged pupils made contact with the light, he made the instinctive move to cover his face, and only managed to bring the pain back. His eyes slammed shut, once again.
He managed to reopen them a few minutes later, his pupils now properly adjusted to the light around him. He still felt really out of it, though, and could only settle to accessing the damage. He hadn't a care in the world for the damage he caused to the land; he was more worried about himself. He gave himself a once over, trying his best to look over himself without straining his neck anymore than he had to. A rock to the spine wasn't the best way to get a kink out.
For the most part, the damage was centered in on his lower body. His legs and waist were pretty well done-in, with multiple scrapes, splinters (both wood and stone), burns and jagged tears in the skin to show for his descent. His arms were in a much better shape, the natural, sharp curves doing wonders to repel anything that could cause harm to them. The same could be said for his chest and head.
After a lot of sitting and thinking, he realized that he couldn't remember what had gotten him here. He knew that he had had that problem before, what, with a lack of memory, but, this time, it was on a much smaller scale. Instead of not remembering his entire life, he simply couldn't remember the event that landed him here. . .strange, he thought. He'd have to look into what could do this to him. For now, though, he simply wanted to save up his strength. As of yet, he was in no condition to travel.
And, so, he waited. Every now and again, he shifted his weight, hoping that he could move enough to simply stand. When he couldn't, he returned to simply plucking the splinters out from his legs. After a while, all the splinters were gone, but, he still looked, and felt, horrible. He looked around, trying to call to memory some herbs that would get him back on his feet. When his red gaze fell on the blue Oran Berry, he managed a brief smile of relief, before concentrating on them. He wasn't used to using his mind for this, but, he knew he could. . .a purple glow surrounded the blue berries, before they were pulled from their branches and over to him. Once in his grasp, he scarfed them down, hoping they would get to work quickly.
And, then. . .he waited. Mainly for the berries to get to work, but, also, for someone else to show up. Someone to tell him where he was, and to tell him how to get back home.
