Post by LUSHA PNUMBRA on Dec 24, 2013 7:22:44 GMT
i've never had to knock on wood The road that led her here was a windy one. Sunlight casually warmed her externally, but the only thing inside her was a flurry of sparks. The pain of watching him shot, right in front of her eyes… Their loss as a whole was a tragedy. Her personal loss was far more painful than she ever could have imagined. It was as if she would break in half, and that resounding crack of a bullet to his temple shattered whatever was left of her resilience. It had destroyed her – that much everyone could see. It was the proverbial straw that broke the Camerupt’s back. The embers in her soul had been squandered away to a low flicker of their former brilliance. In a last ditch effort to save her family, she had sold herself to the head of the Silph family. At least, that’s what she told herself. In reality she couldn’t stay in that city any more. The blood never really washed away; not in her mind. She would revisit that spot every day, crippled by the throbbing cavern that her chest had become. They were supposed to run away together to join the rebels, but now that was pointless. She couldn’t go there alone and be married off. Slavery was her only option. And so, here she was, sitting tall atop her beloved Rapidash, Shira. No bridle or saddle adorned the proud Pokémon, it wasn’t necessary. Over the years of working together for hours a day, rain or shine, the equine had come to form a quick bond with the petite Lusha. Leg pressure was all Shira required of her master to know exactly what direction to go. With a small, malnourished frame, the girl seemed to be dwarfed by the mare. Her long hair was almost white it was so kissed by the sun. It fell straight as a needle to the small of her back, brushed now for the first time in what would have been almost a year. She had been scrubbed clean and dressed for the occasion as best her mother could provide. For the first time since she was a little girl, she could see the true color of her skin. It was a creamy white, almost like the porcelain dolls that the Illyis children would play with. The powder blue of her knee-length dress complimented her features, specifically her cerulean blue eyes. After living a life of grime and dirt sticking to her like a part of her own flesh, to be cleaned and pruned for her new master made her almost feel too vulnerable. Trailing to the left of the left of her mare walked the one reason she could manage a straight face. Roman, her Houndoom, had been by her side since she was born. A steadfast companion and a valiant protector, he was the last gift her parents could give her. When the girl’s eyes cast a downward glance, she could see his head turn as if on a swivel. He didn't like these new lands, she could tell, but there wasn’t anything they could do about it. Tilting his head up, Roman eyed her and gave a low bark. He was just as edgy as Shira. ”Easy, boy. We’ll be there soon.” It was the only consolation she could give him at this point. She couldn’t tell him everything would be alright, or that they’d be fine. Those were questions she couldn't possibly know the answer to at this point. At least the weather was faring well. Not a single cloud dotted the bright blue sky. Such a cheerful day for what would be the darkest beginning she had faced. With Keiran by her side, she was invincible. Here, in this bleaker world, she couldn’t have been more vulnerable. How would she even survive this? Pulling away from the nearby city, Lusha led Shira down a winding cobblestone pathway. Trees surrounded them on both sides, Shira’s hoof beats echoing a bit louder now that the jumbled voices of the city goers wasn’t present to muffle it. After going a few miles down the road, a large iron gate came in to view. It had what appeared to be a metal plate closing off the lock, and a small speaker with a camera to the side. A crackling voice expelled itself from the speakers, startling Roman into a growl. ’State your name,’ it hissed at her. With only a moment of hesitation, Lusha eyed the contraption. Again, his hissed out it’s demands, a little more irritated than the first time she heard the words. Or maybe it was her imagination? ”Lusha Toel Pnumbra. I’m here at the bidding of Master Silph.” She sounded a lot more confident than she felt. Even now, her organs seemed to quiver inside her ribcage. A loud snap came from the box, like it was disconnecting or something, and then the gates began to creak open. In one swift motion, Lusha dismounted Shira and walked with her two Pokémon inside the gates. Once she was far enough inside, they began to close on their own at the same languid pace at which they had opened. Looking over her shoulder, she took a deep breath and turned to face the house, shoulders set. No turning back now. ”Time to go for now, Shira. I can’t very well bring you inside. Thanks for the ride.” Reaching to the strap hidden beneath her dress, the girl returned her mare to her Pokéball and replaced it next to Roman’s empty one. As she approached the door, she straightened her dress as best she could and wiped off any stray remains from her travels. The doors, she noticed, were enormous and had gilded edges. The handles shone bright gold. In her heart she was outraged. Golden door handles, while her home town was rarely lucky enough to not have three people starve before morning. Pushing that feeling down as best she could, her hand clutched the gilded handle and she pushed it as hard as she was able. It resisted for a moment, then slid open to reveal one of the most beautiful rooms she had ever seen. The ceiling was three stories high, at least, with a curved staircase going up each side of the room. Her plain shoes didn’t make a single sound on the freshly waxed marble floors. The walls were white wood, and everywhere she could see there were more golden accents. An expensive painting hung at the point where the stairs concluded on the second story, directly across from where she stood, gawking, in the door frame. The opulence was almost blinding. There were two halls leading off of the lobby area she stood in, and from the looks of it, there were more rooms than she would ever know what to do with. Her whole providence could reside in this very wing alone! Reaching down into one of the pockets of her dress, she took one last glance around before aquamarine eyes danced to the paper. The scribble there was barely legible, obviously written in haste, but she could make out two distinct words that all but sealed her fate with dried ink. The Study was scrawled over the piece of notebook paper. It was carelessly ripped at one end, as if someone had written the note and barely registered they had done so. That was her place now. She was an afterthought; something to be disregarded as quickly as she was brought up. It wasn’t a bad lot in life, to be honest. It was better than having all the attention turned to her. It’s a lot easier to move around when you don’t have thousands of eyes trained on you like the higher ups. They couldn’t so much as scratch their ass without creating a public trend. One thing was for sure, she didn’t envy them in the slightest. Gathering up her courage, she decided she would try the right hallway first. She had no earthly idea where the study was, and there wasn’t anyone around presently to ask. Trying to stay as quiet as she could, to stick with the theme of the almost silent mansion, Lusha’s eyes scanned each door. None of them were open, and the hall seemed to go on forever! Finally, she spotted a door that was slightly ajar. No noise emitted from it, but she would take her chances. She would be wandering forever unless she started peeking inside to see what, and who, occupied these rooms. At her side, Roman followed silently. The only sound was the click of his sharp claws on the pristine floors. Pushing the opening to widen a bit, she looked inside. When she spotted nothing, she continued to open the door until the room was in view. It was just as ornate as the others, with a large red carpet on the floor and a crimson couch with golden filigree around the edges and along the arms. The couch, however, wasn’t the surprising thing. What made every muscle in her body tighten simultaneously was the fact that there was someone sleeping on it! Putting her hand on Roman’s head to keep him from growling, she froze for a moment. “E-excuse me…?” she ventured, the question in her voice obvious. She hated to wake him up, he seemed pretty peaceful in his sleep, but she needed some answers and so far he was the only one around. Better to talk to this guy instead of wandering around aimlessly for hours. ▲ 1628 ● @fernando ● wow explosion. |
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