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Ask Hints (temp)

Mo'o

Unique for a Gyarados?

Role as Guardian of the island?

What's so special about this island? Island history?

Relationship to the Lugias?

History of Alola perhaps

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Its Thanksgiving week here.

I plan on updating the ask hints at least today but any posts may not be possible until next week haha. Holiday work sucks as of late.

Hope you have a wonderful week folks. Be thankful and have fun with your gatherings whether it be friends or family.

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Mo'o

Dragon Claw

Aqua Tail

Dragon Dance

Whirlpool

Mo’o of the island, guardian of the two wayward souls that have stumbled their way onto her island.

The ocean rises to a single digit of her claws, and water tempers off into an elegant flow upon her face into slender whiskers.

A beast of the sea and she has taken an interest in the young storm; she teaches him all she knows.

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An alteration in his expression she couldn't read. Anger? Hurt? All he said was, “I don’t want to...” Before she could decipher his words, the waves began to slosh violently before them, attracting her attention.  

“Here she comes,” came Raiden's exasperated voice drowned out as a creature rose from the depths.

“I am doing no such thing.”

“Yet I hear Little Song speaks her mind so loudly against you. I had to come and see.”

The Gyarados leaned in to brush her snout against Mariko's, “Little Song,” she murmured. Sounds of happiness as the two nuzzled each other. 

"Mo'o! You came to check on things?"

"I came due to disturbance of the waters... only to see your brother's temper was the source of it."

For the time being, Mo'o is available for questioning!

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Raiden paused in his snarl, making note of Mariko's quivering. Like a switch, his anger dissipated and immediately he approached her, wings folded tightly to his frame. 

Mariko. I-

YOU BIG DUMMY! 

Raiden recoiled as Mariko crowded him in. Her wings spread wide as she shouted through their mental link. STOP BEING MEAN AND SCARY. He heard her inhale and saw she had puffed her cheeks as she glared at him. That's Mo'o job, not yours! 

A job I will soon have! Already Raiden had begun the steps to accept the duty. He felt it was only right to take the mantle after residing here for so long. A debt to pay for housing them when they had nowhere else to go. 

I don't like it! 

Where was this coming from? You're acting like a child, sister. He had never seen Mariko react so defiantly. Another icy glare towards those on the island, his lip curling. He should have never left the island unprotected. Even her little pet decided pecking at his foot was a good idea, the Chatot sharing her voice. 

Don't you dare, she rebuked him when he shuffled his tail, no doubt to swat the Chatot away. She knew how much he didn't like him. 

Little sister-

I'm not little anymore! Don't you get it!? 

His eyes swept over her. She was smaller than him. She puffed out her chest, the Lugia filled with defiance. But after searching his gaze, he could see her sag, her expression changing to that of defeat.

You don't see it, do you? She refused to look at Raiden anymore and that stung him worse than anything she had spoken before. 

The brittleness that crept into her voice. 

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Artist is here !

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Artist

Mesprit: 'Sol'

Being of Emotion

Creator of Ho-oh

Proud of their success with the new flame project

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⏰️!!

“You show me a place ravaged by the sea itself for what purpose?” Came Silver Storm's grumbling reply as he came to flank the Great Serpent of the Skies. Storm hadn't placed the Rayquaza in a category yet. The dragon wasn't a friend but he also wasn't a foe. 

“I am dropping the protection she had once set over this place. My sister, I mean,” the Great Serpent said, unbothered by Storm's mood. 

“I wasn't aware you had a sibling.” Or family of that matter, a thought he kept to himself. 

“As you consider your much beloved Sun to be family of sorts, the Ocean was much like family to me as well.” The dragon extended his claws, the golden markings along his body emitted a muted light. “Blood relation or not, I still considered her and her counterpart family. Even if her methods were questionable.”

Ending on an enigmatic note, Silver Storm surveyed the surrounding area, the crumbling stone ravaged by savaged waves. “Why drop the protection?”

“Life must grow anew. Her place must be reclaimed to erase the stain she has left here. This place was once a jewel amongst the sea. A pinnacle of sorts. One for safety. She sang for her people and they in turn sang with her and were embraced by her. I want this place to be a jewel once more, not an island of desolation.”

“Her people?”

“She took them to the ocean, Storm. She and her people reside in the sea never to arise again.”

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"Brother. I trust you haven't disturbed the Silver one. Their relationship with this Storm is still rather trepid. I hope you will not interfere more than you have."

"Dearest Sol! You finally show your face to me! After I discover your little pet project! You even donned yourself in an attire suiting that of your project as well!"

The Mesprit rolled their eyes. "Uche has left the world in our hands while he tends to the likes of Time and Space itself."

The Azelf dropped his lackadaisical attitude, assuming a more serious composure. "Are they-"

"Prefectly fine. We aren't needed to chain them to this realm. The both are stable. Stable enough that they have left to visit other space pockets for their own amusement," Sol replied dryly.

"Haha... you can't be serious."

"Unfortunately I am. They're young. Uche allowed it, baring the responsibilities of both while they spread their wings. Azrael will handle other negative effects that should arise as well. They are not without a babysitter but we must fill this space a balance. That is what my project is for."

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Azelf; name unidentified

Self proclaimed Susano's biggest fan

Creator of Lugias using Susano as a model and base

Eccentric?

Being of Willpower; "Without the Will to live, creatures would simply cease to function the moment they enter the world. It's essential!"

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"I am, what might be your biggest fan."

Silver Storm scrutinized the small creature hovering near his left flank.

"Allow me to explain." Azelf held their palms out in the air. Manifestations of lightning formed in one, water in the other. "You defy the concepts, no the very principle of what this universe was founded upon and I am absolutely delighted to see one, no two! Forces of nature inside one being of such harmony! I dare say Sol has outdone herself this time with her creation!"

"Who...?" A tick formed in the Lugia's jaw. "No one created me. I formed of my own will... with the assistance of my friend," Storm admitted.

"Precisely! SHEER WILL!" Azelf exclaimed. Clasping their hands together, they smiled with glee. "Determination! Traits I have made with those living hearts but not once would I think Nature would come together and form a beast such of you." Palms splayed, the Azelf marveled the Leviathan before them, tails swishing behind them as they danced around the beast. "You breathe! Your heart beats! I must... make an entity like you! Those of Strong Will! You will be the very blueprint of those to tend the very nature you arose from!"

The Azelf dipped into a bow, "If you would allow me to."

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A little Story a little lore

Ages ago, I did a meme related to a ⏰️. We're going to do that again to rekindle some connections with this blog as I await some pieces

Send me a ⏰️ for some written lore on some ancient history related to Susano and the likes of this blog.

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Synopsis (tweaks to be added/shifted.)

Their name is Susano. The first Lugia, the origin.

They and their counterpart, the first Ho-oh, used to watch over the Johto as we call it now. Humans so much did not flourish until they settled there and took a liking to Humanity.

Several events happened throughout the millennia. The God of Storms now wallows on their island, an island both they and their counterpart made. An Island, in their madness, nearly destroyed due to an incident. They want to make amends. They know they don't have much time left and they are desperate to fix things.

They used to have their wing but they lost it in a battle with a Rayquaza, Caelus. Their battle was so great, that a massive cyclone enveloped the size of an entire region. The weather didn't calm for weeks.

In the aftermath, Susano only survived due to the efforts of a newfound friend, Kyurem. Their friendship was not with it own trials but it managed to endure, the Lugia recovering upon the island.

It took decades to master but they used their psychic abilities to manifest a wing to use and maneuver with. To see this Lugia as less of a threat without the limb would be many people's folly.

Now, with a glimpse of the island healing, with efforts of Taiji, Susano finds themselves filling with hope.

All is not lost, perhaps there is a way to reverse what has been done. Despite the looming threat of Death hovering over their shoulders.

But now we shift to another, Mariko and her song. A song of healing radiates from her voice, capable of revitalizing those who hear it.

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What happened to Susano's arm? (sorry wrong name)

Sorry if this embarrass you but the name wouldn't be exactly wrong lol. They are quite old!

There's a post that explains it but Susano lost their arm in a confrontation with a Black Rayquaza~

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Its Lugia Day

Have a gal

By this -> artist

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Tiny fanart for @askstormscall requested by @/asksavel