Morphic - Finished Thread Glow
#1
Cassandra stared at the strange black pillars by the setting sun’s light. The glasslike stone reflected some of the dying rays to scatter a glow across the ground. A few withered stalks showed that life had tried to establish a foothold here, but for most plants it was too dry and inhospitable.
 
The Braixen however thought the weather was gorgeous; finally warm enough with a cleansing breeze that would vanish with the dusk. She strode across the parched ground, paws occasionally scuffing a puff of dust into the air. Her satchel was lighter than she could barely remember but still bounced comfortingly against her back.
 
With full darkness the warmth of the desert would vanish, so she hoped to explore while she still had light to see by. The pillars allegedly gained strange purple runes and script after sunset, which Cassandra hoped to see for herself. Perhaps they’d help her understand the mystery of the island.
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#2

ASTYN

The King's First Wave / Corrosion

As she emerges from the thick jungle, Astyn is relieved to see the vast expanse of sand laid out in the distance, the waves of the rolling dunes muddled by the illusionary heat. Long fingers spread wide over the sand, body stooped low and on all fours as she scurries comfortably, leaving a side-winding trail that is quickly swept away by the wind as she goes. From the vantage point of the dunes, she can see the mountains that frame the far end of the desert, cast in the light of the setting sun, and especially eyes the short one hunched in the center, smoke curling from its peak. Now that seems like a place to be.

As she heads toward it, however, she finds quite the peculiar place--one with standing rocks dashed with strange carvings. The place is strangely magnetic, despite her not having any particular interest in it she can identify. It may be a good place to keep in mind when... he arrives. She picks her way carefully across it, using her tall stature and clingy reptile fingers to scramble her way up onto the top of one of the more wide, flatter columns, seven or eight feet in the air. Though she plans on using the place to look around and then leave, she can't help but feel the pleasant heat of the waning sun on her back and decide to linger just a little longer. Her body was tired, anyway, after being tossed like a ragdoll on the sea for so long.

Soon enough, she sees a figure in the distance. With the flatness of this area, she doesn't have the chance to move--moving would reveal her, and she's not got the strength to fight if she needs to. Knowing this, she presses herself flat against the top of the high obsidian rock, carefully facing her golden spaulder away. It's unlikely anything can see her due to the sheer height, but she's not taking chances. She sits, silent.

[ Astyn is hidden! ]

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#3
Cassandra wandered among the pillars of the circle, trailing her hand across their glassy faces. She feels nothing within them which seems odd to her. Perhaps their true power was still hidden even from her magical senses.

She approached the large, flat stone in the center. This wasn’t as blank to her, and she got a faint feeling of extreme age and quiet peace. It still radiated heat from the day’s sun, and Cassandra clambered atop it, crawling carefully towards the middle.

She settled into a sitting position in the rough center, face turned towards the fading sun bracketed by two pillars. The Braixen then relaxed her arms and controlled her breathing, falling into a familiar rhythm of meditation.
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#4

ASTYN

The King's First Wave / Corrosion

With narrowed, lavender eyes, the dark-scaled lizard lurks from above the rock, watching as the fox-like Pokemon perches upon the stone. It seems almost like an altar, with its wide and flat surface baking in the sun. She doesn't recognize the species, but the flame-like fur wisping from large ears and the comfort of the Pokemon in the blazing heat, she begins to wonder if it's some sort of fire type. Her tongue tastes the air. Interesting, she muses, and ever-so-slowly, she rises atop the rock that she's perched on.

"Enjoying your sunbath?" she drawls, voice sickly sweet, tail flicking and unfurling lazily along the black rock.

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#5
The voice from behind her startled Cassandra out of her reverie. The fox tumbled forward in a controlled roll, coming up on all four limbs facing back the way the voice had come from. She spots a large lizard, nearly as dark as the pillar it crouched atop. Traceries of purple and blue mottled its underside, while a gleaming gold pauldron reflected the last rays of sunlight.

“Not much sun to bathe in now, but yes,” Cassandra replies, still tense from the surprise. Her large eyes flick to the rest of the pillars, and the deepening shadows around them looking for other unnoticed beings. “I’d heard the pillars here glow with strange symbols in the night, and was waiting to see for myself if that was true.”
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#6

ASTYN

The King's First Wave / Corrosion

Forked tongue tastes the creature's surprise, and eyes drink in the sight of them being jarred from their calm and into a more defensive position upon all fours. Her own tail sways lazily, crooked lips snared up in a wicked smirk. Brows raise and expressive lavender eyes widen at the rumor of the pillars glowing with strange symbols. She tilts her head slightly, fine chains of gold clinking softly against one another as she does so.

"Oh? You don't say?" Eyes turn down to the pillar she rests on, then back to the fresh meat. "Well, we'll just have to see, won't we?" She says it in a way that sounds sincere, but the intentness of her gaze on the other Pokemon shows that she doesn't really care all that much. She's more interested in what's right in front of her. After a moment's pause, this thought is clarified vocally. "What about you, hmmmm?" comes the question, posed in a drawl that'll likely become very familiar to the fox creature. "You seem particularly... fiery, non?" Thick accent slips out on the latter, and she's not sure where it comes from, but it feels right--so right that as she says it, a little line of fire flares up briefly along her spine, disappearing as soon as it'd come.

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Cassandra pushes herself to a standing position atop the stone and stretches her limbs to loosen up. This other Pokemon doesn’t seem likely to attack immediately, but might still be a threat. No other Pokemon seemed to be nearby but the Braixen isn’t ready to relax yet.

“Firey?” she responds. “I don’t know that I’ve been called that before, but I do have an affinity for it. As I suspect you do also.” She feels a tension rising in the air around her, enough to raise her fur but she can’t immediately pinpoint the source of the feelings. “So what brings you to this forgotten corner of such a desolate place?”
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#8

ASTYN

The King's First Wave / Corrosion

Oh, yes, she's definitely inciting tension, but one wouldn't know it from her body language. Her form settles into a languid sprawl across the rock, with neck and head draped off of its side so that she can watch the other Pokemon carefully.

"Indeed," she answers matter-of-factly. A query of why arises and her eyes roll over to the smoke-frothing mountain perched behind the Temple. She nods toward it. "That." Her voice is ecstatic in a surprising show of genuine passion. "Where there's smoke, there's fire, and I'm in need of a good lava bath." She stretches, as if she can already feel the heat on her impervious scales. Gaze rolls back over to her. "And what about you?" she asks, in the same way a cat would ask why a mouse has found itself in a trap.

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Cassandra spares a glance over her shoulder at the plume of smoke. “I don’t think I’ve ever bathed in lava, myself, and I doubt I’d enjoy it as much as you.” She stands a little less stiffly, and opens her mouth to speak again.

Before she can, she feels the sun set. Gentle tracery on the pillars begins to glow with a faint purple tinge, and a sudden pressure in her head makes her stagger, falling to her hands and knees. The Braixen sees her forearms, legs, and snout manifest a similar purple glow, lightening quickly to a brilliant white covering her skin.

She feels a stretching sensation in her arms and legs – not painful, but not pleasant either. Her mind is assaulted with fragments of a memory, of standing above a crumpled green enemy and feeling the same sensations. The glow around her begins to fade slowly, and she rises again to her feet, feeling somehow taller and more awake than she’d been a moment before.

[evolved to Cassandra the Delphox (Ability: Magician)]
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#10

ASTYN

The King's First Wave / Corrosion

"Hmm, I see," she hums, seeming lightly disappointed by the answer. Her posture straightens, though, as the small fox crumples beneath the light of the setting sun, tail swishing with a bit of excitement as the opportunistic Salazzle prepares to get closer to check it out. Before she can, though, the light begins to overtake the creature, and she realizes with mild annoyance that she's not witnessing a conveniently dying creature, but an evolving one. Her tongue flickers out to lash across her lips hungrily, poisonous claws itching for a fight just to test the strength of this one, but she looks past the new Delphox and to the fiery peak behind her.

"Interesting," she remarks, making her way down the rocky face of the stone and doing a half-circle around the altar, pausing at the side nearest to the peak. "Congratulations." It's dry and totally meaningless, but it's the best thing for her to say in order to start herself walking away. Astyn slithers off to her own promise land.

[ exit astyn ]

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