terrible and beautiful
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castle_perraultSomething moves, and sound pierces its rest.
It is much longer before the pieces can be understood.
Metal screams. There is a noise like a panicked heartbeat, thud-thud-thud-thud-thud, and the downward press of sunlight on sleeping skin.
"Discov...!"
"...event...can't believe this is..."
"...did it! Operation successful!"
Something rumbles and hums.
"The draining process has begun."
Scattering, clicking. Chirping noises in the darkness.
"You're going to secure our future. The future of Team Flare! The future of the beauty that's left!"
This shouldn't be, this sensation of weakness. That was when it fell, when it dragged the lives of the creatures that tried to destroy it down with it, and let itself rest. (It cannot remember what those creatures were, or why, but not all of the sounds it hears are unfamiliar.)
And then it all stops.
Sunlight warms almost-skin again, and it stirs.
In the gardens, there's something that looks almost like a giant egg. Going near it leaves your chest heavy, and the shadows around it seem impossibly dark, even when the 'shell' pulses with light.
Feels like...something is listening.
It waits until the weight of sunlight fades.
A sharp crack splits the air.
As it turns out, this thing was not an egg at all. A creature itself moves-twists-shifts into being.
Yveltal's wings unfold, stretching wide, wide, wide, blocking out the sun the moon the stars--
--and then it collapses, drafts of air alone shattering branches and tearing petals from their flowers.
It's so exhausted, it nearly doesn't get up again. The life that was drained from it hasn't returned.
Black protrusions like claws on its wings and tail draw furrows in the earth, sinking in deep. It needs to fix this before it dies again.
The area around every spike darkens in spreading circles, grass and flowers and bushes withering unnaturally fast, flickering light--red lines being drawn beneath its body.
With several more wingbeats, Yveltal rises into the air--it even makes a few lengths of its body away from its 'nest' before slamming down to earth once more.
Repeat action; repeat results, and it seems these plants aren't enough.
With the jerky and uncertain movements of something that belongs in the air, Yveltal starts dragging itself along the ground. It needs something with more life inside, or it might not even be able to shift back into its cocoon.
It's not going to try to kill anything, but...it's not going to let anyone get away.
It is much longer before the pieces can be understood.
Metal screams. There is a noise like a panicked heartbeat, thud-thud-thud-thud-thud, and the downward press of sunlight on sleeping skin.
"Discov...!"
"...event...can't believe this is..."
"...did it! Operation successful!"
Something rumbles and hums.
"The draining process has begun."
Scattering, clicking. Chirping noises in the darkness.
"You're going to secure our future. The future of Team Flare! The future of the beauty that's left!"
This shouldn't be, this sensation of weakness. That was when it fell, when it dragged the lives of the creatures that tried to destroy it down with it, and let itself rest. (It cannot remember what those creatures were, or why, but not all of the sounds it hears are unfamiliar.)
And then it all stops.
Sunlight warms almost-skin again, and it stirs.
In the gardens, there's something that looks almost like a giant egg. Going near it leaves your chest heavy, and the shadows around it seem impossibly dark, even when the 'shell' pulses with light.
Feels like...something is listening.
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It waits until the weight of sunlight fades.
A sharp crack splits the air.
As it turns out, this thing was not an egg at all. A creature itself moves-twists-shifts into being.
Yveltal's wings unfold, stretching wide, wide, wide, blocking out the sun the moon the stars--
--and then it collapses, drafts of air alone shattering branches and tearing petals from their flowers.
It's so exhausted, it nearly doesn't get up again. The life that was drained from it hasn't returned.
Black protrusions like claws on its wings and tail draw furrows in the earth, sinking in deep. It needs to fix this before it dies again.
The area around every spike darkens in spreading circles, grass and flowers and bushes withering unnaturally fast, flickering light--red lines being drawn beneath its body.
With several more wingbeats, Yveltal rises into the air--it even makes a few lengths of its body away from its 'nest' before slamming down to earth once more.
Repeat action; repeat results, and it seems these plants aren't enough.
With the jerky and uncertain movements of something that belongs in the air, Yveltal starts dragging itself along the ground. It needs something with more life inside, or it might not even be able to shift back into its cocoon.
It's not going to try to kill anything, but...it's not going to let anyone get away.
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Date: 2017-06-27 01:31 am (UTC)There's a taste and scent of something burning--wood and grass, shifting to something else, something that belongs here even less: the reek of gasoline.
But when they inhale, the gardens still smell like grass and flowers.
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Date: 2017-06-28 03:00 am (UTC)And yet, this only piques their curiosity even more.
"What's going on?"
They don't know if they'll get a response, or if this thing'll even understand, but the words slip without much thought.
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Date: 2017-06-29 02:56 am (UTC)The dawn's light casts strange shadows over the leathery maybe-egg, and it pulses again, a few in a row, faster.
In Frisk's eyes, shadow reaches out, over, filling the sky with a flash of stars that are blocked out by plumes of smoke. There's the sound of men screaming in unison, and then another laughing, and then silence.