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Snakewulf@Queen: The Reptilian quadruped eyes the alien-like dragon with unconstrained wonder, despite the aura she radiates he shows no trace of fear. "Once again I'm surprised by the wonders that this world possesses." He chuckles. "You're a creature of power, something I'm quite certain of." His whip-like tail swishes back and forth. "And this might seem rude since you and I have only just met, but what is your purpose here? Surely a creature of your caliber has a reason to be in this land."

A soft purple glow emanates from the one he addressed, yet surely there was something almost disturbingly different now. No longer was the visage of black wings and teeth of swords. No longer were there talons like meat hooks or that monochrome glare the world had been accustomed to. No longer was there a sense of dread that hung about the creature.And then it spoke, a voice gentle in manner yet filled with such unrivaled power it practically made the earth beneath your feet and the air itself tremble with it’s message. “My reason for being here is clear now that two halves are now one. I must regain my sanctum, resting in a realm incomprehensible to one such as yourself.”

And we see now that this is something... not of this world at all. She stands there ethereal and resplendent, royal purple eyes fixed skyward even now as she addresses you. Wings made of light shimmer in the starry night as she towers over the rest of the field.

>Somehow you feel at ease>The Beast is no more>Ask who she is?

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 To think that pricking a hole between two planes was as frivolous to him as walking through some turnstile, but truth be it was, at-least to him. The floor, the ether, and everything of this world was a fabric to either be sewn or gnarled into whatever shape so pleases him. It was no different than having a particularly malleable sheet laid out before him, one he could stretch or sever on a whim. This time that shape happened to be a rift into the earth that took everything alongside that hunter. Leading to what doom was surely awaiting him. ‘Course it wasn’t - he was keeping his side of this unspoken bargain just as they unfortunately have – it only so happened to be far, far from here with no means scampering back. And the the only place between them wasn’t closed until he heard the last fanning of their pathetic wings. Stalling, listening and ultimately exposing this world to whatever strange adhesion was keeping the planes as they were. So when the last patter rumbled from down that terrible fall; all the winds of thousand worlds were immediately silenced at the flicker of his palm. It was open, and lest he were to let something else escape from that pit; then it was now closed for the better.

 But something had to have slipped through, it never failed to. He was yet to be greeted to a face full of rubble, nor did eyes catch the image of another one of those vacuous, winged things flutter through and into. He probably would’ve skewered that wretched thing the first second the opportunity veered it’s billed face. But no, he was fortunate enough to have been spared another arrival of those foul ‘messengers’. A name who apply coined to the one out of thousands who managed to last longer than a measly week. There was frankly more puzzling things about them than what this hollow place could eagerly provide, but he knew that, he’d always known that. Problem was there was simply no compulsion in him for him to want to unravel more of it than what knowledge was imparted on him some many years ago. Why would he wish to anyways? Other than feeding a curiosity he should know better than now to let starve? But whatever shunned notions had taken reigns of his mind, they weren’t important enough for him to even recall it. What ultimately was more important to him was seeing whatever thing had surely crawled from out that abyss.

  And he need only gaze behind his narrow eye to find whomever – whatever had come from that open door.

 Black, shrouded quills accentuated by white cartilage. Their texture was of ink, and their ichor was of oil, standing in an aura drenched in the darkest night. It was a sight to startle most, but a horror especially crafted for him. If it weren’t for the hundred shots he made bounding his eye to and fro, the Serpent would’ve been none the wiser. He’d a pulp wallowing before a terror wrought by his own doing, a victim of memories unspoken.

 But those wings weren’t riddled with those evocative plumes. Their cartilage were of bone not keratin, their eyes free from a dreaded amaranth, and they themselves looked akin to some draconian entity unlike anyone he blindly assumed. Their only feathers were whatever still clung to their ailing form, and their broad wings were sewn by this overstretched, opalescent leather. There were befouled, inhabited a body that had every part of it ravaged than gnarled into the shape they now preoccupy.. Though whomever it was they seemed to carry themselves with lordly splendor, and that – aside from their voice being not of whom he thought it would be - it was well than enough enough to put the Legendary at ease. Finally giving them a heed he only ever bestowed onto his cloth.

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It seemed an eternity the two stood there, unmoving and silent against the howl of the wind and distant roar of the waves. Yet there it was, Arceus, the silent creator of all. Yet even now as the sun set it never said a word, made a sound, and barely moved until The Beast arrived. It’s porcelain hide grated against itself as it stepped to face The Beast, a silent observer of white meeting it’s polar opposite. Creation meeting destruction and both knew what must be done, yet neither willing to take the first step, breathe that spark of battle that stories and songs have been prophesizing for as long as they could tell it. Yet it was not to be had here, on top of the world.

Instead, the Creator in White simply bowed it’s head and bared it’s neck. The battle over long before it began, a silent invitation for the other to do what must be done. The Beast hesitated only a moment before it’s body moved of its own accord, teeth whistling through the cold mountain air before hitting their mark with an exceedingly loud CRUNCH. And the world fell silent, holding a breath in uncertainty before chaos erupted. The Hall of Origin began to break and crumble and shatter and list to one side as something unexpected happened.

In it’s triumph, The Beast began to glow. A royal purple hue erupted from talons and blades, claws and eyes flared to life with purple light and suddenly the world was bathed in light and you feel yourself become dizzy when altogether it stops.

>You are no longer in Sinnoh >You hear a ringing in your ears > something new is standing before you.

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NOOOOO DON'T KILL ARCEUS I WON'T LET YOU!!!!!!! -TAKES OUT SWORD AND KILLS HER-

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A Short Visit

Whomever it was that now bore wings blacker than night and teeth like swords, they had been flying for quite some time before their destination finally began to rise from the ocean. The tall peaks of Sinnoh rose before them and soon the rest of the landmass followed, however now they had an unexpected guest. The snake joined their flight path, wispy and ethereal with jaws full of Doubt. It spoke, words like black ichor as it tried to feed off of this bigger creature. 

“Shameful? You feel shame for doing what you needed? What’s the point in feeling shameful for something like that. They were a tool. An ends to a mean. Why ever waste such thought on them?”

“For it was a wasted life, despite being an ends to a mean.” The Beast stated back, unperturbed by this Doubt that tried to grow upon infertile soil. “I do not expect you to understand, as you have no regard for life other than your own.” And they were silent for a while, following an invisible tether that pulled them ever closer to the tallest peak capped with glistening snow. Ruins soon came into view, at first hidden upon the rocky face of Mt. Coronet, yet shattered pillars and washed stone unmistakable once visible. Talons like spears lightly grazed the marble as The Beast landed, their visitor still prattling off yet words falling upon deaf ears. They were no longer listening.

“Sinnoh. Your other half is there, isn’t it? I might even fathom the mountains there, the Coronet Range? Maybe even the Spear Pillar? So many legends seem to take residence there. Some said to be those that began the world. Will they stand in your path, or are they naught but words on pages? If they do stand before you, do you think you can handle them?” It taunted, yet was paid no mind.

“Begone, I banish you. I heed not your name and ignore your distractions.” It declared, and the Doubt was gone. The Beast straightened themselves before brandishing a small flute. It was odd, yet a necessary tool that The Queen had stashed in her treasure room, a gift from someone ages ago, yet it’s Azure sheen refracted the light in odd ways. They had not needed to waste a breath, the wind sounded a simple note from the instrument and completed its purpose. A glittering stairway ascended, and soon The Beast was no longer alone again.

“Hello again, old friend.”

>The Beast is no longer available for questioning. 

>A Mysterious Creature stands just out of view.

>You feel a sinking feeling in your chest.

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The Beast had just been about to fly away when the two questions caught her attention, though she had no idea why they were praising such brutality. Still, the morning sun shone off iridescent scales and wings, giving her an otherworldly appearance that just didn’t seem to fit something that had been born of this world.  She spoke, a sparce few words that seemed obvious an answer to her still recovering mind.  “She was a necessary sacrifice, as I required the blood of one who truly loved me to be able to bond with this body. My brutality is a shameful act, but I did not wish for the poor thing to suffer any longer.” And with those parting words, she flew West. It appeared to be that she was headed for Sinnoh, but what would she need there?

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Harry [houndoom]@???: So you have taken the form of a Shadow then. I can guess it could only be for power or the status that the host had before perishing.. If I may, I will ask the more immediate question. What are you? Are you one of my kind?

Her fit having died down, it appeared the sun was rising and whatever this thing was could be seen clearer in the light, though no less terrifying as her newer and more monochrome appearance loomed over the hound. Stretching bare wings and craning her slender neck down, it appeared she wasn’t exactly hostile towards her guest.

“I am not one of your kin, this much is certain.” Her voice shuddered with an unearthly presence, yet it held so much uncertainty that it was hard to be sure. “I cannot remember much, except that I molded this host for a specific, albeit temporary, use. Her body is to be my vessel to reach... something.” There was a certain grace about her words the the Old Queen lacked. Though her mouth did not move yet it wasn’t telepathy she used.

“Forgive me, young one, for I cannot even recall my own name at this time. I am incomplete and the rest of me resides elsewhere in this universe. I can feel it and it calls me.” Craning her head towards the rising sun, the beast appears to have also disposed of the corpse that was previously lying at her feet. Maybe she’s not as bad as she appears to be?

Whoever this is appears to be calm enough for questioning, do you approach?

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Acute stinging, a worming foulness darted through every bulging vein. They  crumbled and wallowed below a thousand convulsions. The wallowing of that shrilled from their chords were matched only by strain lashing their emaciated frame. Yet for all the searing that had stirred over them, she already knew too well of the plight what would follow in this bloodied display. All the crackling and gashing that would soon be leashed upon her was something craft of her knowing intent.

Why else would they ravage the subordinate asunder than to finally cast this miserable host-body aside? A scheme that wouldn’t fall as easily as that oblivious lout, as the very shell she picked to inhabit as her own twisted and reformed from the inside out in a sick melody of cracks and splatters. A feeble attempt that couldn’t have been made by her cunning, but by what gutted remains of her corporeal instinct. No matter what incurred that corporal ire, no obedience on their victim’s behalf could of feasibly undone the stinging wretchedness that swiftly befell both her husk and the one attempting to reign it.

An unadulterated brutality no person could endure, an insufferable vile that would finally expunge the dwindled remains of the queen beneath a torrential repugnance. The queen had been no longer for quite some time, her mortal carcass left to be wrought and wrought into shape the Void had always intended her to be. And it began not with her immediate eradication, but with letting her experience the helplessness of her own self being gnarled into what abhorrent body the unseen force deemed it be.

Everything spontaneously snapped. Bones wailing an intolerable song as sinew split beneath their already famished hide, constantly pulling against their oily quills until all but a few sullied clumps of down were left clinging to the former queen’s bruising frame. She hadn’t any conscious vested to slip a glance of the horrors gushing her abrasions, she could hardly withstand her own bodily weight with knees that wracked and clattered. How was she expected to open their wincing gaze if she couldn’t think beyond the revolted haze? But she felt it, talons sprouting and screeching as they dragged across the crimson grime of defiled plumes and the green-washed stone of the long abandoned ballroom. Either her grasp or quivering stature must have shattered, as her form form collapsed onto the rug of bodily ichor only for her wings to extend their pitiful breadths and catch her heaving stance, already long ivory talons grasping at the steps of the cracked and bloodied throne.

By then every strand in her limbs had begun to furrow, a leathery germination covering the sparse quills still adorned their once feathery span. She tried to glimpse her terror, to see what has come of her wings - what’s become of her. But her sight and ringing perception were by muddled the viscous nausea of an amaranth glare. All there was to witness was that repulsive red washed nearly black by the sickly green that illuminated the room, and no gawking on their behalf could undo the fogged plight. Even an as numbness trailed across her spine and furrowed along her limbs, she wasn’t at all spared the piercing brutality of bleached marrow worming out from the flesh of their nape.

No longer could her heed discern the guttural snapping she’d so quickly come to be acquainted with. Why as a hundred protrusions speared from within her, she couldn’t do anything but rear their break expel a grossly shrillness until her wilted lungs were stricken the very last of her wavered breath. A cry so sincere in it’s plea that was steadily swallowed beneath a internal gurgle billowing from the behemoth’s bowels. They roared aloud, screeching their accomplishment in a primordial song sung by their reclaimed form. Blood poured from her opened maw, though whether it was her’s or her victim’s she could no longer tell as it clung to the too long teeth in strands.

But with a sigh as steady as their breath could, gathering what respite their new body could exchange. The affair merely ended swiftly as it had spiraled.

They were here now, and the Queen before them had all but ceased in a single breath.

The Void was now in charge, bonded to a physical form that suited her every need.

-??? is open for questioning

((I wanna thank @serpentine-judge for writing this up for me, he’s honestly the best so please go check him out!))

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The Queen rose before her General, overpowering aura making most everything on the smaller pokemon go limp. The room now was lit only by the circle beneath her, casting everything in a pink glow that could only be described as otherworldly. It would have been distracting, had Gunhild not been transfixed upon the Queen of Shadows. Suddenly, she spoke, a terrifying and unholy noise.

“Gunhild, submit your mind, body, and soul to me. Become one with me, as I have been needing you to since we first met.”

Gunhild agreed by simply nodding, speechless that her Queen was reciprocating her feelings. Yet something was not right, not like she could see it as the Shadow approached her. To Gunhild, she was leaning in for a nuzzle. To anyone else in the room, such was not the case.

As her Queen approached, she closed her eyes, blissfully unaware of her fate. She was at peace, the object of her affections now so close to her, until a growl broke the illusion. Suddenly the world shifted and Gunhild barely had time to scream.

Sapphire’s jaws enveloped her before she knew what was truly happening, a strangled scream ripping through the air in only a moment before being cut short. Blood splattered upon the ground, turning the circle from pink to a sickly green as Gunhild’s now headless body fell upon the stone, the head quickly following as The Queen now began to shift and change. She uttered a simple phrase, the voice certainly not her own.

“Ṯ̶h̤̳̪̥̤̕a͓̱̹n̹̝̣ͅk̷͖̖͇̮͉͓̫ ͈̱̪͉y̞̝͇̘̗̪̯o͔͎̺̭̕u̶͔̪̭͍̯͈,͟ ̯̳̥͓̳̫a͇͔͎nd͍̤̫ ̣̺̘͓̕Go̸̞̯̪̖̳̤o̟͓d̠̼̗n̪̼ͅi͓͇̩̫͕̟g͏̲̦̝h̖͔̟̼t̳̻̯̤̝͜.̻͙“

Gunhild is no longer avaliable for questioning.

The Queen is not who she seems.

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The scenery shifts suddenly, the colors now normal save for the unearthly purple glow. Gunhild shook terribly before standing unnaturally still, eyes gazing upwards towards an out of sight figure. She speaks, voice only uttering two words. “My... Queen.”

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Will Shadow Lugia be available for asks?

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beep. hello. this is your artificially intelligent autonomous follower. this one asks: gunhild: what is/are the meaning behind your tattoos? beep.

The General perches upon the crumbling edge, red flames and purple glow illuminating her scales and making her visible. Though she definitely was not pleased with the question.

“Not tattoos. Scars and brands. Old Cipher wounds.” Maybe they just weren’t visible before under the armor she always wore, but the scars were certainly old as hell. The brand looked like it had been burned on with acid rather than hot irons, the distinct ‘C’ shape in the form of a shadow Lugia marking her as old Cipher merchandise.

The surroundings shifted once more, the General remaining unaware of the colors around her seeming to continuously shift and separate. It looked like a bad television screen, save for her.

The General perches among the edge, hearing her Queen begin to stir from her slumber.

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Linda@Gunhild: "Destroyer of men." *A small chuckle escapes her* I have to admit that has a really nice ring to it. But I'm not here to talk about titles, even though I am curious to here what's behind it. I wanna know more what happened here. This place looks like no one's set foot here in quite a while, to say the least. Why is that? And what reason do you have being here?

“Catastrophe, that’s what happened.” The words were choppy and unrefined, her tail swaying behind her as she turned to the visitor. If there was something off, she obviously didn’t notice. “Cipher made us monsters, but The Queen liberated us. Used us for a real purpose. That is why I am Destroyer of Men.”

Scarlet flames barely illuminate the thinning clouds behind her, faint and distant stars beginning to shine through. “Many left once She came. Left seeking Purity. They are fools to abandon The Queen.” She spat the word Purity, it obviously leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

Wait.. who was she talking to? Was there not someone here just a minute ago? Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her again, as the rooftop was empty save for her.

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s-so uh, who exactly are you miss charizard?

The voice intrigues the once powerful pokemon, her head turning in the direction to face whoever still dared get close. She scoffed, neutral expression quickly turning into a scowl as the words registered. Her body may be starting to fail her, but her eyes still shone like burning amethysts in the light of her flames. A growl rumbled from her chest, a deep echoing noise that dripped in predatory dominance. The words coming from the aging Charizard in short, powerful verses.

“I am Gunhild. General of Her Highness’ armies. Destroyer of Men.” Was that pride in her words? In the light it was clear who she was now, truly she was the General of legend, but where was the army? The place was nearly abandoned by both humans and pokemon now, save for her and whomever was dumb enough to stick around.

“Too long since someone came around. What do you want here?”

-Gunhild’s bio has been updated!

-The sun has completely set and night has settled over the city!

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((Jeff’s a sucker for a lady with power and minions.))

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@Charizard "These forlorn ruins you dawdle make the desolation of my domain look like some blissful paradise. What grand intent would compel one of your ilk to linger here? I doubt your servitude would bear any significance to the Ruler who's callous neglect has cast this empire into lawlessness."

Teeth glinted in the red glow of the flames as the beast snarled. She was once capable of coherent speech, but now she only managed in short sentences. Metal claws scraped at the decaying concrete, rust dulling their edges and dust blowing away in the howling winds. Her voice rang above the noise, a shadow of what it once was.

“I am her general. She granted me this life. I owe her mine!” Thick accent muddling the words slightly, yet her offensive stance and growling had yet to cease. The poor thing had become worse for wear over the years since she had last seen someone outside the kingdom, excessive use of her joints and powerful muscles now taking its toll on the once proud defender.

Her distinct scars and tattoo were marking enough, this was surely someone the world had once known to fear almost as much as the Queen herself.

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The sun sets upon the isle once thriving, now a war torn state that most living creatures don’t dare set foot near. Many fled, fearing their livelihood and seeking a cure for the plague upon their hearts. Yet there are whispers that few remain there, still loyal to the Queen who no longer provides for them. 

The sun sets and purple flames illuminate broken windows about the city. few buildings light up, many having sat empty for quite some time. The once busy streets now crack and crumble from disuse, not even plants daring to disturb the asphalt.

The sun sets upon a broken city, and a lone Charizard lands upon a broken tower.

*The Charizard is avaliable for questioning

*The sun has set in the city