emsiecat
November 3rd, 2005, 05:08 pm
It was over. Mewtwo had won and Mew had lost.
Clone over original, darkness over light.
Mewtwo laughed as one by one the originals fell,
he had proven his worth to them and now he would
prove it to everyone else
Mid Spring - in the fourth year of the reign of Mewtwo. 5000 HE (Human Era.)
The boat rocked gently in the cold sea water, giving the atmosphere a dream like quality. The sun was sinking low in the greyish blue sky giving the clouds a shot of pink. The air that had been warm a mere two hours ago was cooling quickly, but Liana Valaisu had no desire to row the half a mile back to shore.
Liana bit her lip to prevent a frustrated moan escaping her lips at the thought of returning home. Chores loomed and all Liana wanted to do was hang around with Lucinda and Rhys, or stay out here and watch for them a little longer.
She mused over that word 'home'. As far back as she could remember 'home' had been with her uncle and aunt. 'Home' had never (in her mind at least) been with her mother or father, both of whom had died by the time Liana was three years of age. Of course 'home' was different now too. No longer was 'home' a fairly large house in the south of the Kanto province right near the ocean. 'Home' was now a small hand built shack in the middle of a Kantonian forest; hidden, secluded, safe. Or at least that's what the village leaders liked to tell them
No matter which way you look at it, a 'home' is never for eternity&
A distant clicking and whistling shook Liana from her reverie. Turning her head toward the horizon and raising a hand to shield her striking amethyst eyes from the sun, Liana grinned at what she saw.
Sleek, torpedo shaped bodies were headed towards her boat. Leaping high from the ocean, only to fall back into it again, as they darted, sang and played the entire way. Scientists likened these creatures to dolphins but they looked quite different. They were coloured bluish grey and white, with comical looking fins either side of their head. There were no fins anywhere else, just a long snake like body filled with muscle and blubber like a seals. A bulbous white muzzle, spaniel eyes and what appeared to be the beginnings of a horn on their foreheads completed the look. It was a pod of Dratini.
Liana cupped her hands around her mouth and made a brave attempt of copying the Dratini's complicated language to gain their attention. Her idea worked as the pod leader turned his head in interest mid-leap to see who was making the sounds. With a loud trill to his brethren, the pod leader changed their direction slightly to head straight to Liana.
The young woman was thrilled to see the pod again. She knew them quite well, having helped one of their numbers before. Liana had come across the Dratini known as Half-Tail being hunted by a particularly mean Gyarados. She had helped the young Dratini escape and since then this particular pod had been quite fond of her. Liana always tried to meet up with the pod whenever she got a chance to escape the village and come the few miles to the Kantonian shore.
The pod was happy it seemed, a large school of fish had served as their supper. Liana listened to the older pod members' lazy talk of ocean life and weather as the younger ones clamoured for her attention and leaped over her uncle's row-boat in a game of splash-and-annoy-the-human. She talked to them of life on the land whilst trying to splash back at the swift offenders playing the game, without falling into the ocean waters herself.
She was so caught up in the celebration of the pod that she failed to see or sense another creature hovering high above the boat. Wicked claws and hooked beak made up the weaponry on the fearsome bird. It was quite large, with a long neck and its plumage a dull brown colour, save for the shock of pink that served as a crest on its head. A Fearow, with what appeared to be a small camera attached to its neck, was banking a turn and heading further out to sea.
***
On a small rocky island off the south of Kanto was a castle. The owner of the fortress seemed to pay little heed to the unpredictable and sometimes violent weather that small islands faced when he decided to build here. However one would be mistaken if they thought he was human.
The shadowy figure sat in a large throne-like chair in the centre of one of the more grand rooms the castle had to offer. He was watching a large projected screen that was on the wall in front of him intently. His spy was at work again. The slightly fuzzy picture cleared to show the haze of low clouds and the sparkling blue of the ocean. He had sent the Fearow to the mainland, to gather more information on human settlements he had heard rumours of, he didn't want those disgusting creatures getting too comfortable.
He smirked at the thought of another raid on one of their pathetic villages before something on the screen caught his attention. It was only fleeting, but he could be sure he had just seen a human sea vessel in the waters. That would be new; nobody had had the gall to try sailing under his reign before.
Calling up an eerie blue flame into the palm of his tri-digit paw, the creature muttered a few instructions into it and then waved his paw to dispel the fire. The fire was a long distance telepathy aid, used to give his winged spy directions and commands. This could very well prove interesting.
The screen blurred then came into focus as the Fearow stopped flying and hovered over the area his master wished for him to view again. The creature couldn't believe it. The nerve! Someone was out on the waters, in a flimsy old row-boat no less. Calling up more blue fire, he muttered more commands to the Fearow and watched the projection entranced one thought running through his head at that moment. How dare they!
The screen flickered and then zoomed in closer and closer to the boat so that he could see who had the courage, or indeed the stupidity, to come out into the open. As the picture cleared his eyebrows rose in surprise. It was just a woman-child. This little wench had come out into the open in a boat! He snorted in quiet amusement as a Dratini leapt over the boat and splashed at the girl. Obviously she had angered a pod and they were attacking.
Good, let the kitten drown! He thought harshly. She should never have left home-
He stopped mid thought as the girl laughed happily, her red curls seeming to bounce with her joyful movements, as the Dratini swam around her boat. He now saw that they were not attacking at all, merely playing. He ground his teeth in frustration that the human was safe and happy. Her smile seemed to be so care-free and charming. It annoyed him no end.
He muttered one last command into the blue fire and dispelled it once more. Switching off the screen in front of him, he walked across the room and threw open the large French-doors that led onto a balcony. Breathing in the cool ocean air he grinned none too pleasantly. She would not smile again.
***
Liana sighed as the Dratini whistled goodbyes as the disappeared back into the horizon; she wouldn't see them for a while again. She just couldn't risk coming out here so often. It was rule number one with the village leaders. Never leave the village without suitable numbers and weapons.
"Like weapons would do any good against him." She grumbled to herself.
Liana stretched and yawned, she should definitely be getting home now. The sun was about to set and Lucinda and Rhys could only cover for her absence for so long. She made to pick up the oars but something stopped her. Suddenly Liana felt very exposed and unsafe. A strange prickling sensation ran along her spine and the odd ringing she 'heard' whenever a powerful creature was near sounded in her head.
This is different though, this sounds more- Oh Mew, Ho-Oh and Celebi. Let me get out of this alive and I'll never leave the village again!
Liana tried to stay calm. If she acted like she hadn't noticed his presence, maybe she could gain the upper hand. She bent over a little and pretended to inspect her boot whilst deftly stringing a long bow lying at her feet. The feeling of wrongness surged behind her and without another thought Liana stood up, planting her feet firmly and notched an arrow just as a whistling sound of wind passed her ear.
He's playing cat and mouse, he treats killing us like a game.
Liana knew it was him. She had felt this presence from the times he had attacked their previous villages before. It was the 'human hunter', it was Mewtwo. She turned again and again, raising her bow to shoot only to catch sight of a purple blur speed in her line of vision. He was fast that was for sure, and she couldnt afford to waste arrows on shooting at ghosts. She didn't have enough for that.
***
Mewtwo had taken the time to study her as he played with the girl. He could smell the fear lacing her normal scent and he was pleased, she wasn't a dolt after all. She was interesting, and to the uneducated human male she would be called 'pretty' he supposed. Fiery red hair, quite tall and slender, and oddly enough the same colour eyes as he.
Enough games, this ends now. He smiled nastily and floated quietly behind her before lashing out and grabbing her arm.
***
His sudden grip on her arm was so tight she didn't need to look beneath her flimsy white cotton sleeves to know she was bruised.
She whipped her head around, her red curls obscuring her vision momentarily, to look straight into the eyes of the 'human hunter' and was startled to see that they mirrored her own.
~And now, human. You die. ~ Mewtwo's deep voice resonated through her skull.
Liana would be damned if she went down without a fight. With a sudden feral snarl she forced her hand onto his chest and sent a burst of energy straight into his heart, sending Mewtwo flying backwards stunned. In a work of a second she bought her bow up to the best point of her swing and loosed an arrow laced with psychic energy.
The arrow grazed Mewtwo's cheek and splashed into the ocean. Liana already had another arrow notched ready to fire, but Mewtwo had disappeared.
Her bow was suddenly knocked from her hand and Liana found she couldn't move, he had her in a psychic hold.
~Very impressive. I must say nobody has ever lasted quite this long in my presence, but now it is over. ~
Clone over original, darkness over light.
Mewtwo laughed as one by one the originals fell,
he had proven his worth to them and now he would
prove it to everyone else
Mid Spring - in the fourth year of the reign of Mewtwo. 5000 HE (Human Era.)
The boat rocked gently in the cold sea water, giving the atmosphere a dream like quality. The sun was sinking low in the greyish blue sky giving the clouds a shot of pink. The air that had been warm a mere two hours ago was cooling quickly, but Liana Valaisu had no desire to row the half a mile back to shore.
Liana bit her lip to prevent a frustrated moan escaping her lips at the thought of returning home. Chores loomed and all Liana wanted to do was hang around with Lucinda and Rhys, or stay out here and watch for them a little longer.
She mused over that word 'home'. As far back as she could remember 'home' had been with her uncle and aunt. 'Home' had never (in her mind at least) been with her mother or father, both of whom had died by the time Liana was three years of age. Of course 'home' was different now too. No longer was 'home' a fairly large house in the south of the Kanto province right near the ocean. 'Home' was now a small hand built shack in the middle of a Kantonian forest; hidden, secluded, safe. Or at least that's what the village leaders liked to tell them
No matter which way you look at it, a 'home' is never for eternity&
A distant clicking and whistling shook Liana from her reverie. Turning her head toward the horizon and raising a hand to shield her striking amethyst eyes from the sun, Liana grinned at what she saw.
Sleek, torpedo shaped bodies were headed towards her boat. Leaping high from the ocean, only to fall back into it again, as they darted, sang and played the entire way. Scientists likened these creatures to dolphins but they looked quite different. They were coloured bluish grey and white, with comical looking fins either side of their head. There were no fins anywhere else, just a long snake like body filled with muscle and blubber like a seals. A bulbous white muzzle, spaniel eyes and what appeared to be the beginnings of a horn on their foreheads completed the look. It was a pod of Dratini.
Liana cupped her hands around her mouth and made a brave attempt of copying the Dratini's complicated language to gain their attention. Her idea worked as the pod leader turned his head in interest mid-leap to see who was making the sounds. With a loud trill to his brethren, the pod leader changed their direction slightly to head straight to Liana.
The young woman was thrilled to see the pod again. She knew them quite well, having helped one of their numbers before. Liana had come across the Dratini known as Half-Tail being hunted by a particularly mean Gyarados. She had helped the young Dratini escape and since then this particular pod had been quite fond of her. Liana always tried to meet up with the pod whenever she got a chance to escape the village and come the few miles to the Kantonian shore.
The pod was happy it seemed, a large school of fish had served as their supper. Liana listened to the older pod members' lazy talk of ocean life and weather as the younger ones clamoured for her attention and leaped over her uncle's row-boat in a game of splash-and-annoy-the-human. She talked to them of life on the land whilst trying to splash back at the swift offenders playing the game, without falling into the ocean waters herself.
She was so caught up in the celebration of the pod that she failed to see or sense another creature hovering high above the boat. Wicked claws and hooked beak made up the weaponry on the fearsome bird. It was quite large, with a long neck and its plumage a dull brown colour, save for the shock of pink that served as a crest on its head. A Fearow, with what appeared to be a small camera attached to its neck, was banking a turn and heading further out to sea.
***
On a small rocky island off the south of Kanto was a castle. The owner of the fortress seemed to pay little heed to the unpredictable and sometimes violent weather that small islands faced when he decided to build here. However one would be mistaken if they thought he was human.
The shadowy figure sat in a large throne-like chair in the centre of one of the more grand rooms the castle had to offer. He was watching a large projected screen that was on the wall in front of him intently. His spy was at work again. The slightly fuzzy picture cleared to show the haze of low clouds and the sparkling blue of the ocean. He had sent the Fearow to the mainland, to gather more information on human settlements he had heard rumours of, he didn't want those disgusting creatures getting too comfortable.
He smirked at the thought of another raid on one of their pathetic villages before something on the screen caught his attention. It was only fleeting, but he could be sure he had just seen a human sea vessel in the waters. That would be new; nobody had had the gall to try sailing under his reign before.
Calling up an eerie blue flame into the palm of his tri-digit paw, the creature muttered a few instructions into it and then waved his paw to dispel the fire. The fire was a long distance telepathy aid, used to give his winged spy directions and commands. This could very well prove interesting.
The screen blurred then came into focus as the Fearow stopped flying and hovered over the area his master wished for him to view again. The creature couldn't believe it. The nerve! Someone was out on the waters, in a flimsy old row-boat no less. Calling up more blue fire, he muttered more commands to the Fearow and watched the projection entranced one thought running through his head at that moment. How dare they!
The screen flickered and then zoomed in closer and closer to the boat so that he could see who had the courage, or indeed the stupidity, to come out into the open. As the picture cleared his eyebrows rose in surprise. It was just a woman-child. This little wench had come out into the open in a boat! He snorted in quiet amusement as a Dratini leapt over the boat and splashed at the girl. Obviously she had angered a pod and they were attacking.
Good, let the kitten drown! He thought harshly. She should never have left home-
He stopped mid thought as the girl laughed happily, her red curls seeming to bounce with her joyful movements, as the Dratini swam around her boat. He now saw that they were not attacking at all, merely playing. He ground his teeth in frustration that the human was safe and happy. Her smile seemed to be so care-free and charming. It annoyed him no end.
He muttered one last command into the blue fire and dispelled it once more. Switching off the screen in front of him, he walked across the room and threw open the large French-doors that led onto a balcony. Breathing in the cool ocean air he grinned none too pleasantly. She would not smile again.
***
Liana sighed as the Dratini whistled goodbyes as the disappeared back into the horizon; she wouldn't see them for a while again. She just couldn't risk coming out here so often. It was rule number one with the village leaders. Never leave the village without suitable numbers and weapons.
"Like weapons would do any good against him." She grumbled to herself.
Liana stretched and yawned, she should definitely be getting home now. The sun was about to set and Lucinda and Rhys could only cover for her absence for so long. She made to pick up the oars but something stopped her. Suddenly Liana felt very exposed and unsafe. A strange prickling sensation ran along her spine and the odd ringing she 'heard' whenever a powerful creature was near sounded in her head.
This is different though, this sounds more- Oh Mew, Ho-Oh and Celebi. Let me get out of this alive and I'll never leave the village again!
Liana tried to stay calm. If she acted like she hadn't noticed his presence, maybe she could gain the upper hand. She bent over a little and pretended to inspect her boot whilst deftly stringing a long bow lying at her feet. The feeling of wrongness surged behind her and without another thought Liana stood up, planting her feet firmly and notched an arrow just as a whistling sound of wind passed her ear.
He's playing cat and mouse, he treats killing us like a game.
Liana knew it was him. She had felt this presence from the times he had attacked their previous villages before. It was the 'human hunter', it was Mewtwo. She turned again and again, raising her bow to shoot only to catch sight of a purple blur speed in her line of vision. He was fast that was for sure, and she couldnt afford to waste arrows on shooting at ghosts. She didn't have enough for that.
***
Mewtwo had taken the time to study her as he played with the girl. He could smell the fear lacing her normal scent and he was pleased, she wasn't a dolt after all. She was interesting, and to the uneducated human male she would be called 'pretty' he supposed. Fiery red hair, quite tall and slender, and oddly enough the same colour eyes as he.
Enough games, this ends now. He smiled nastily and floated quietly behind her before lashing out and grabbing her arm.
***
His sudden grip on her arm was so tight she didn't need to look beneath her flimsy white cotton sleeves to know she was bruised.
She whipped her head around, her red curls obscuring her vision momentarily, to look straight into the eyes of the 'human hunter' and was startled to see that they mirrored her own.
~And now, human. You die. ~ Mewtwo's deep voice resonated through her skull.
Liana would be damned if she went down without a fight. With a sudden feral snarl she forced her hand onto his chest and sent a burst of energy straight into his heart, sending Mewtwo flying backwards stunned. In a work of a second she bought her bow up to the best point of her swing and loosed an arrow laced with psychic energy.
The arrow grazed Mewtwo's cheek and splashed into the ocean. Liana already had another arrow notched ready to fire, but Mewtwo had disappeared.
Her bow was suddenly knocked from her hand and Liana found she couldn't move, he had her in a psychic hold.
~Very impressive. I must say nobody has ever lasted quite this long in my presence, but now it is over. ~