((Lets assume that during the babbling, you mentioned your name))
The story Zealous was offloading onto me was more than I could absorb as he rambled on and on. He kept going on about the un-light and losing his powers. It sounded crazy but it made sense. A hunter wouldn’t collect a weak creature. This creature was once powerful but had had his powers torn from him by this Angelon person.
“Look, you’ve obviously been through a lot. You can come inside and chill for now if you like, and we’ll talk about this later,” I motioned for him to come in.
The feathers at the nape of my neck raised as I sensed two presences enter the cove. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the lavaraptor and Marthis enter.
I decided to stay quiet, but absentmindedly began to draw figures in the dirt with my claw.
I belched a column of smoke and listened to the scratching. It was calming, serene. I could almost…dance, to the beat. The slide and separation of dirt. Destruction, separation, and recreation. It was…poetry. but as with all things, it began to grow on me. Then the guilt set in. I had said some nasty things, or at least I believed that I had.
At last, I sat up and looked over at the pearex. It occurred to me that I don’t even know his name.
I slowly rose into a crouching position, trying to see over his shoulder.
“can i see?” i asked simply. It was only slightly childish, and I expected rejection, but I still had to try.
I sniffed, then allowed myself a smile. "I love to. I have for a long time, in fact. It never did me much good but… On those long nights alone, you need a hobby for the sake of funzies."
I lifted my head, as I wondered exactly what I meant by that.
"My name is Zealus, by the way. I don’t know what it means, but that’s what I’ve always gone by."
My tone dropped as I be and more serious.
"I am sorry for what I said today. I normally don’t use words as weapons, but it seems now I have. I didn’t mean it, but it is me that spoke so."
My shoulders slumped with the guilt.
I was quiet for a second, then I said quietly, “It’s okay, I guess.” I scratched through the picture of me and Marthis. “My name is Zest.”
There was another big, long, awkwardly drawn out silence, which I broke again by saying, “I think your name comes from this word ‘zealous,’ which means, in my language, ‘enthusiastic’ or ‘eager’. But what brought you here? You just came out of no where. I thought there were only five on this island.”
I started to scratch the dust on the ground with the tip of my tail as I thought.
“Huh…” My name certainly didn’t live up to my ridiculous expectation. my attention focused at his question
"The stars brought me here in a flash of golden sparks to find and kill the one who is wrong doing in this place, but something tells me that that’s simply not true. No, I’m afraid that you’ll get no good information from me, for now anyway. The voices will become clear soon, I don’t doubt it."
"Anyway, it is nice to meet you. I haven’t had the company of any nice people for far too long now."
My thoughts drifted
Should I ask? No, there was too much emotion in her eyes, before I attacked them…
“Was your draw a draw of her and you, Zest?”
(what if we incorporated the red plasmorex into the battle?)
i woke up with a start. marthis and zest were under attack. i lit my paws in a blaze of white flames and my body erupted in fire. “ill save yo-oh…the fights over?” i said. “who’s he?” i asked suspiciously, "and why does he have the red markings. " ‘i remembered the coldheart, he had red markings, never seeming to get tired. i dont think he could feel anything. he probabbly could fight till the end.’ i thought as i saw the vulcarex.
(I’d like to play a red plasmorex along with cerus)
“You were supposed to kill them, not send them to an island!”
“I thought they would die there, theres no way off, and theres miles of water before any land.”
“Do you realize what you’ve done! I had to expend two forces to try to get them, the coldheart failing and vulcaraptor being befriended.”
“…”
“Your orders are to watch them, make sure they can’t escape, and engage in combat only if necessary.”
“Yes master”
Being dropped off onto the island by angelon, i looked at my surroundings. They were nowhere in sight. I jumped when i saw my bones. I had the same red glow, but glowing cracks have appeared. My eyes were probabbly violet too, but i didn’t notice. “Angelons gift,” i said to myself, “no pain, no fatigue, a gift and a curse.” I wondered why it didn’t work on the zealous. I walked over to a stream. Footprints. They look like a beowolf. Knowing tht the island was deserted, i followed them to a cove. A twig snapped under my feet. I quickly dove into the bushes.
Beowolf:
I heard a snap and a rustle outside. I walked outside the cove and looked around. ‘I guess it was just my imagination,’ i thought.
(Sorry if I’m going too far, but i do think that I need to clarify the whole why it didn’t work on the Zealus question you’ve asked in the above post)
Angelon twisted in frustration. Though I suppose Zealus hasn’t necessarily failed me, the lavaraptor had proven useless, and would likely not contribute until he could again be swayed. "Zealus was an experiment, nothing more. Why do you think I took his, power, his empathy, his memory? He will serve us again as soon as it is more convenient for him to do so. I am surprised they trusted him so quickly, but it is no matter. Nothing is over, or lost, and my slaves will return, soon enough.
“Excuse me!?” Zealus snapped indignantly. “My sheen is simply perfect. Ill have you know that i am orange. you sir, are red. There is not a single mark anywhere on me, just one sore spot from where leafwing over there pounced and then, ahem, tortured me. In fact, I am insulted By your remark"
I seemed to stare for a moment
"Are you listening to me?!”
I gave a slight sigh as I turned away from the Beowulf. Anything with four legs bounces around before anything else.
Though I did smell something funny. It smelled…I dunno. Like something rotting.
I turned my attention back to Zest
"No, it’s alright. Of course you should have asked. Somebody needs to start being constructive."
I gave him a slight nudge with my snout.
"Perk up! And there is no better way to do that than some investigation! I say we examine my chain of memories, recreate my dark path, and then… What I’m saying is that we should go see where I came from. I’m sure ill remember more the closer we get."
A good idea? I asked myself. maybe. Will there tons of awesome action? Maybe. Worth it!! Though I do hope the others go along.
Hearing zest and zealous talking, i heard zest say, “i hope the others go along.” “I’ll come!” I said enthusiastically, “now what are we talking about?”
Plasmorex
The beowolf heard me. It came around looking, but found nothing and went back into the cove. Zealous seemed to sense somehing amiss also. I decided the bushes aren’t the best place to stay hidden. I stepped out of the brush and exited throught the forest. Once a safe distance away, i heard a growl behind me. Coldheart. “What are you doing here. Angelon sent me to finish the job” he said angrily. I then had an idea. Ill get the coldheart to watch for me, for a potential time to attack, or set traps. I shot a ball of light at the coldhearts feet, transporting the coldheart into the air above it, and sending it back down into the ball of light. “You’re going to watch them for me, get it?” I said, watching the coldheart repeatedly fallin into the ball of light. “O-ok!,” the coldheart pleaded, “just stop this!” I willed the portal to dissapear. “Report back to me by sundown,” i said to the coldheart. I started creating a cage up in a tall tree out of rocks and branches. Done. I walked back to the cove. Engaged in conversation, they didn’t notice the ball of light i hid partly in the ground in the entrance to the cove. It led to inside the cave. I then quickly gathered some leaves and placed them over the portal. Hopefully one of them will step into it.
“welcome back to reality, beowulf” i said smugly. My feelings are still hurt from saying I have red scars.
I mindlessly rubbed at the red scars on my back.
I thought I heard something strange in the distance, but was quickly focused back on the beowuf.
“we are discussing our epic plan of action. I say we follow the fragmented memories that I have, and see where they lead us. I however have not garnered much enthusiasm. But I do insist…If we stay here much longer, someone else may find us just as easily as i did Zest and Her - the leafwing.”
(I hope you didn’t mean me, if you do I am sorry, and I’ll make sure I don’t do it again)
Uh oh, Zest seems to rapidly be losing confidence. I sure wish I knew what to say in times like this… Still, I have to try. Truth is always a good fallback, right? I have to try and sound confident!
“I’m doubtful too Zest,but bad as things may seem now, you gotta believe it is only momentary. Things will change soon enough, as soon as our enemies make a mistake…then well have a chance. Oh, and whose Marthis?”
I flashed a smile at Zest, trying to seem powerful and gentle. (which most likely came across as me showing off)
what I really wanted to do was shout Praise me!
Instead, I looked around.
“well. good question. Perhaps she went to go flying? Or do leafwing business? maybe she was hungry. or had to go potty. She can fly, so i doubt she is in any danger… Nonetheless, we may want to go look for her, just to be-”
…I seemed to stare for a moment, and took a few steps towards the entrance
“are those leaves…glowing?”
(it seems to me that if a portal was under some leaves, the light would come through, but correct me if im wrong)
I started to hurry up and get closer to it, to get a closer look