Death: Welcome all to this lovely pokemon fanfiction created by ParadoxMoon and I! Again, I REALLY hope to complete this fic now that I have the help from one of my personal friends.
READ BEFORE YOU READ: Now, the chapters are organized in the 1st person perspectives of each of our characters. I own Demitrix and Virasio belongs to ParadoxMoon. We each take turns writing our own individual chapter and conveniently organize it into this story you see right here! :D You may be able to tell who wrote the chapter by our writing style as well. Anywho, read on!
A scream shatters the silence of the night. The ear-splitting, skull-throbbing, shrill that decimates the symphony of the nocturne concert. It's a cacophony, a shattered shriek that pierces through the black like lightning summoned from the sky, and all creatures flee or freeze. The pokemon scuttle under the moss logs or duck beneath the glowing streams at the sounding of the call. I am the call.
An answering howl sounds above the hill-rise and weaves through nature's stilts to ribbon across my hidden ears. Low like the sea, different like the ice, and loved like the ghost.
The silence is cue, the silence means go. Talons are like springs that propel you into the breeze. Wings are the net that captures the current like the sail of the boat, spread and carving to shape the soundless stream. Neck is for speed that spears with the beak to cut and slice the channels through the clouds. Energy is for powering the beat of pinion to slap and scorn the currents that disobey me, the master. Calm comes swift to reward the focus that guides the travel.
I am different than other birds. I am tall, of 17 feet. I am heavy, of a thousand pounds. My wings nurse a hive of eyes that blink and swivel in time with optic ribbons that row the membraned frill spoked with living fingers from the spinal river. I control this with the red wink under the mask of skull. I glow with scaled streaks that electrify the sides of my nape and illuminate a long, feathered tale. The crimson show blossoms on the surface of the reveal of my feathered wings that rely on sectioned membrane to stretch and aid the onyx feathers that mend my avian body. A black and white neck frill ornaments behind my cheek, to flex and flash when the chance sprouts. Finally, three pairs of skeletal arms embrace around the noose of my neck, cradling a massive eye staged center of my chest, closed to shield from the whiplashes of wind that come its way.
I circle and land on the field of war. My eyes contort to the illusion of scarlet stains that taint the emerald blades and bodies limp across the dirt, broken or bruising the ground in dead essence. A blink and it's away, retreating to cower and cry to the corners of my memory. I land swift and fold my blinking wings, the lids curtained to relax in the familiar air.
Across emerges a known specter. He is familiar to me as the earth is to the moon, but as flattering to my eyes as the emotions that drug the heart. His coat is a dark, ethereal blue, and his underside is dark and dusky grey. A build like the perfect merge between a feline, fox, and a horse retains it's infamous stance as blue, clawed hooves ghost above the blades of grass atop a mist of silver smoke, presenting the illusion of his stride. Shards of shattered mirrors bejewel the skull that masks his face while tuffs of black smoke make up his mane and tail, the billows occasionally whisking off into the air as a new cloud comes to repair the unsightly puncture. The antlers of a stag ornament the sides of the skull, sprouting from the ridges of the cranium and bearing fruit to more stained glass tears at the tips. Down his spine is a sharp replica of the vertebrae, spoking out in long, cuspate ivory razors that twitch from the start of his back and end at the birth of his breathing tail.
Our legendary affinity often results in us being followed by companions. A pair of Chandelure drift aloft above his sides while a horde of Litwicks piggyback his hide or hop to keep his graceful pace. I even manage to spot a few Lampents peek out from between his fluffy tuffs and occasionally illuminating his mane, making him look like a walking disco ball for some moments.
My horde comprises of a pack of Houndooms, Absols, and Mightyena marching at my feet as well as my partnered Hydreigon that glides besides my view.
"Hey there, sexy~" I greet in our advance towards each other. Oh, and I should probably mention, we're both male legendaries.
"…" He pauses, blinks, and pivots immediately back towards the other direction, the fellow Litwicks squealing at his abrupt u-turn, attempting to not get crushed by the urgent hooves.
"Nah, ah! You can't back out of this one this time, Virasio!" I declare, leaping over his retreating form to land in front of him as the ground groaned. He paused, desiring not to collide his 16 foot form into mine. We manifested into humanoid forms to continue our conversations.
He was taller than me here once the smoke and ash from our morphs had dissipated from our visuals so we were face to face. His strands of hair were like river silk, a dark aqua that was somehow light enough to appear almost translucent, bejeweled with diamonds trickling down the front locks. His eyes were of matching, like opals buried beneath the skirt of the sea. His skin was paler than mine from centuries of sleeping with the shadows and his lashes long and naturally lovely. His build was fit, but too elegant to be dubbed bulky and proportionate to his frame that happened to be clothed in a royal blue, hooded half-cloak pinned with an opal across his broad shoulders, the fabric cascading down and slice short at the start of his stomach. Underneath was a skin-tight black turtle-neck long sleeve comprising of the same type of material as tights. A lighter, blue scaled hide pattered with hexing flecks of shattered mirrors, fashioned as a skirt sliced diagonally from his right upper thigh down to his left upper calf, just an inch below the knee. The cropped skirt flutters over light aqua tunic pants and blue boots.
"Let's play a game~" I challenged, leaning in so that the talons of my finger-armor claw against the article of his shoulder while the black metal vambraces mingle with the opal upon the cloak.
"What kind of game, Demitrix?" His opalescent eyes are at the ready to raise at my gleaming crimsons and gawk at ear's-length black locks, two of which to the left of my head are dyed a dark scarlet which seems to intrigue him like a leopard to tiger stripes.
"Hmm… No, I don't feel like answering yet," I bypassed his pondering point using the few seconds of silence to inspect his features. I run my hands over the sculpted frame easily with his skin-tight undershirt, the feathers of my half-cloak tickling over the slightly scaled cotton. Mine was different that his, if you can imagine a black, feathered diamond pelt punched with a hole to sprout my head, you're off to a start. If you can picture an additional center cropping of white feathers in a diamond outline and a ruby clasped center of the chest of the garment, you've got the details. "You do know the tune I used to summon you was a mating call right? Why would you even bother to answer that?" A chuckled slipped past my smirking lips as I poked the bridge of his sternum with my artificially taloned finger.
"Well, I needed something to do." He scoffed like it was nothing, shrugging with that smooth, velvety vocal of his.
"Was that something going to involve fucking me?" The words of the croon won his attention and he blinked, and raised a brow before flicking at the strings of my red and black, shelled bodice beneath my cloak and on top of an obsidian turtleneck long-sleeve.
"… Someone sounds desperate."
"Oh, you know I'm only desperate for you, Virasio." I ended the flirtation with closed circle around his form, black silk pants like a wraith as the skirts skid across the blades of grass under a black, scarlet singed triangular banner and onyx boots. "Well, the real reason I came here was to challenge you to a game, a game where we both can end up winning." Not even when our chests are touched and my neck cranes to meet his eyes does his head ever bend over to acknowledge or reply to the touch. He is stone, still, and stiff like those fixed, frozen eyes. "I want to explore the world, and I know you do too, but I want us to be a little more important that tourists."
"What do you have in mind then? Aristocar not doing it for you?" He questioned, referring to our region. I hushed him with a slender finger pressed firmly up against his thin lips.
"I want Sinnho for ourselves. I want to plunge the world into limbo for revenge. All this pent up anger really isn't healthy you know?" I cracked my neck, the vertebrae of my spine tremors with the static that reverberates across the the palate of hollow bone.
"Mmhm, so what's the game plan?" Virasio nodded off, as if I was just bickering about plans for a girl's night out. And the audacity of him to even yawn…
"We'll enrapture some trainers from Sinnoh, make them think we've been caught by them in their pokeballs… or whatever device they use and then we're off to Sinnoh. Easy."
Death: Before you ask, yes, these are our new, unique OC Legendary Pokemon that we designed and came up with, and yes, the story will mostly revolve around these two rather than the other characters. Oh, and just a warning, we are changing the rules of the game, so to speak, in the Pokemon world. And by change, I mean adding a splash of violence, blood, and gore.