11 Results with character "Ralts"
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Chapter
The Mission
The Swampert walks beneath the Hidden Lands; an abandoned labyrinth of blistered granite, empty cells and iron bars that stretched to no end, decorated with nothing, and lit only by a little light he wears around his neck and partly ashes of Luminous dust. It isn’t known how and why it was built… but that question is to leave for their unwilling guests, not him. He searches for anything that moves; a wave of the paw, movement of the feet, wag of a tail; he imagines a blur that would cross his…-
11.2 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 6 Part 1
The claws opened, releasing the chameleon's head. The latter didn't even flex a muscle, with only a couple of spasms in his shoulders and collarbone, his eyes milky. Mantoroh drew himself upright, focusing his gaze on Conlogy—if a figure against the backlight of the dungeon's unnatural illumination. "T-Thank you, Mantoroh—" the small body in quivering white was unable to take it any longer, and collapsed forward— His fall was halted by the chesnaught, which ran up to…-
105.5 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 5 Part 2
At that instant, the prospect of collapsing and permitting his body to turn to ash, blown away by the breeze like dust, seemed not as terrible as it had been at the beginning of the hellish periplus that the three of them had been going through. Behind his knees the fiery pang like the sun coursed through his nerves like a horrible infection. His heart throbbed as if it would burst out of his chest, arch his ribs outward, shatter his sternum and air-deprived lungs like deflated balloons. Sweat trickled…-
105.5 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 5 Part 1
Back. Smog poured down from infinity, rows and rows of smoke creating the seamless mist, bound to the very layers of reality itself. The mud covering his feet was cold, frigid as ice itself. A tangy touch to his heels, with a shiver running up his spine, until it reached his chin. The hands of emptiness wrapped their fingers around his throat, the buds palpitating. There, nothing was everything, and everything was nothing, because with its howl, it was all nonexistent. The…-
105.5 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 4 Part 2
... He blinked, struggling to regain his vision—the blurry, flashing figures wouldn't allow him to contemplate reality. But when he did, when the colors became consistent, he realized that he was no longer at the bottom of the stairs. The grass drifted through his fingers, and he brought a hand to his forehead to shield himself as he felt the strong rays of the sun descending upon him. The walls around them, towering higher than a building, told him that he was not…-
105.5 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 4 Part 1
The haze lingered on his skin, with its rancid scent, with its bitter touch—not sweet as darkness should be. Amid the gloom, in the infinite void, not even his sockets were free of the smoke. It permeated everything, as if it were the very air he breathed. He did not know where he was—on the tip of his tongue he had the answer, but he was unable to reach it, to let it leave his non-existent lips. The dim figure loomed over him, as elusive as of old. It did not grow smaller,…-
105.5 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 3
At once, he froze. Stiff muscles and a roaring heart ranting on his behalf, begging him to flee. His rational mind came to quick conclusions that could soothe his soul—it had to be the monster he had yet to meet. It could be no other, after all, it was white and not at all like any he had seen before. It was evident, now, that his startle was unwarranted. Still, his breath caught, and between them, the long stillness formed. He gulped, waiting for a word to be muttered, or some sound to…-
105.5 K • Ongoing
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Story
PMD: Sailors Of Sand
After a strange dream full of static and incomprehensible requests for help, Felix awakes in the middle of a forest without a clue as to how he got there, why he is there, and worst of all: why he has been transformed into a yellow monster he has never seen before.-
11.5 K • Feb 15, '24
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16.2 K • Feb 15, '24
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10.2 K • Feb 15, '24
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Autumn gave its final gasp and winter rushed in to fill the space it left. The village Darkrai's hostess called home lived up to its name even in the cooling months, with a group of floette keeping the deciduous trees in Verdant Village full of green leaves and bountiful flowers, though perpetuating berry production seemed too difficult to achieve. He was impressed regardless. It seemed Twig was as well. He would often find her pausing on the road back to her home from the market, staring up at…-
59.8 K • Ongoing
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In Which a Nickname is Given
Over the following days, Twig swiftly learned that Darkrai was shockingly clingy. She would stand up from a spot she'd settled in and he would rise as well to follow her to her destination, and he would only leave whatever room she'd stepped into when she left it herself. With the fact that he'd politely turned down her offer to stay in the guest room, and Twig subsequently facing the options of either sleeping in a linen closet or keep sleeping in the main room where he'd set up shop, this was awful for…-
59.8 K • Ongoing
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