Morphic - Open Thread Storm's herald
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Cassandra the Braixen (Ability: Magician)
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Everything hurt. Cassandra gradually came back to her senses; feeling the throbbing pain in her forehead, the deep ache of being in the cold ocean water, and dozens of cuts and scrapes covering her body and arms. She was clinging to a roughly-hewn chunk of wood, bobbing in the sea's swells and troughs. Rain poured down around her as the storm raged. Flashes of forked lightning showed nothing else near her, but a dark smear on the horizon looked promising.

The only other thing she'd held on to was a hard leather satchel, currently sitting on top of the wooden beam she hung from. She had a vague memory of its contents spilling into the water, but no idea how long ago it had been. She couldn't recall the name of the ship she'd been on - had she? A brief flash of  wood, flames, and sound was all she had to go on.

Another bolt of lightning focused her attention on the present. As the thunder boomed she shifted her grip on the beam and kicked feebly with her legs, aiming for the darker silhouette. Pain and fatigue scattered her thoughts; the next thing she knew was calmer waters as she drifted into a shadowy and indistinct cove. The rain had stopped at some point and the lightning was further away and less violent. The sand under her paws was a welcome relief, and she dragged herself and the plank that'd saved her life up onto the beach.

She lay on her back for several moments, simply enjoying firm ground beneath her. In the infrequent flashes of light from the spent storm, she spotted a few pieces of driftwood on the beach. Slowly she stood, moving painfully to gather them and pile them together. With a few words and an effort of her will she conjured a few embers and used them to ignite the wood. Gradually it caught and a small fire was soon crackling away beside her. The warmth after so much cold was heavenly, and she lay down again beside it.
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Form: Houndoom
Ability: Early Bird
Affiliation: Rogue
Post Involves: Cassandra
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Odae had felt the call of the storm in her bones; they rattled under her skin with the rolling of the thunder on the waves, and she felt the draw of the lightning on her blood, tasted the ozone ripple of her tongue and across her teeth. Beneath her feet she felt the shuffling of her shadow as it too reached across the ground in search of the shoreline, clawing itself and her both ever closer to the force of nature far off the shore. The pull of it called her back to the lonely beach she herself had washed up on not so long ago.

Gritty black sand edges between the toes of her calloused paws as she descended the cliff separating the vast expanse of Mautte from the sea below. Against the dim gray of the storm-swept sky and the dark sand below, the light of a fire reflecting off the beach and water was a beacon. The old dog meander towards it, careful to let her feet drag the ground below in warning of her approach.

"Why, I say; I say, I say, I say- who is out here on this dreary beach? This ain't no place to be havin' a picnic!"
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Cassandra the Braixen (Ability: Magician)
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Cassandra wasn’t sure how long she’d lain on the beach, but it was still dark and overcast when she was roused from her stupor. A tall, black quadruped shuffled closer to her little fire of driftwood. It had wicked-looking curved horns, sharp fangs and a spiked tail, but Cassandra didn’t feel any overt hostility from the creature – a Houndoom, she thought.

“I-“ she started before being interrupted with a coughing fit. Her unused throat spasmed and she hacked and wheezed for a few moments, until she caught her breath. “I think it’s better than floating,” she finally managed to rasp out. Her lips were chapped and her mouth felt like – well, like the beach beneath her, gritty with salt.

Looking around, the Braixen didn’t see any other Pokemon, or signs of habitation. “Where am I? What happened?” she asked.
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Form: Houndoom
Ability: Early Bird
Affiliation: Rogue
Post Involves: Cassandra
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The other Pokemon seemed to still be recovering from their time in the water, coughing up whatever it was that had yet to vacate their lungs after their time in the surf. Poor bedraggled thing; was almost enough to make the old dog feel bad for 'em. But feeling bad didn't do much to help - doing something about it did. The old dog plopped herself next to the fire without much care and spat a piping ember onto the fire to help it rise again.

"Why, you are on the great an' mysterious island of Mautte, my fine friend. Though as for what happened to ya', afraid I can't say. Don't think anyone here really can- seems this place has a way a' eatin' memories."
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#5
Cassandra the Braixen (Ability: Magician)
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The canine shuffled closer to Cassandra, aiding the flickering campfire with a casual toss of its own flames. They surged higher in response, the damp wood finally starting to crackle and pop with relieving warmth.

“Mautte?” she repeated. The name didn’t jar any memories loose, and it didn’t sound familiar in the slightest. “Eating memories? I thought that I’d struck my head, but perhaps that’s why I can’t recall how I got here.” Cassandra shivered, huddling closer to the flames with little fear of being burned. The light from her fire didn’t carry far, showing only dark sand and the occasional dark wave lapping at the shore.

“Anyone here… are there others that have washed up? How long have you been here?” she asked. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Cassandra.”
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