Post by Monado on Mar 20, 2019 19:27:42 GMT -6
//Thread is reserved for roleplay between Krypto and I.\\
[Soft rays of light filtered through the canopy as faint remains of the brutal heat of the sun lingered in the atmosphere. The trees failed to sway in the winds, their branches locked to each other as the leaves that failed to receive the blessings of the sun withered and died. From below, the darkened floor of the forest took upon the withering leaves as its tone turned to a state of decomposition. The sensations of such a floor was not unnatural for a jungle, but a forest was not the same. With such small light that filtered through the thick canopy, one would find a sheer lack of life below the shield of green that formed upon the top of the forest. Yet, it was far from devoid of any living creatures.]
[Slithering through a series of branches, the serpentine form of a Pokemon made its way from tree to tree in search of a singular goal. It didn't matter what such a goal was, however. Only that it was required to be done. That was the thought process of the Seviper that sliced through the weaving branches with the blade upon the end of it's tail. Below the serpent brewed a bog of foul broth, poisons mixing with the mud to form a lethal trap for an unfortunate individual who would fall to its stench. The trees above this bog formed a shield that failed to be penetrated by the sun, the darkness surrounding the area making the place a dangerous visit for any creature that made its way there. But alas, only death would be found in a place like that.]
[Such a risk was never a concern for a poison type like Seviper, however. Ever since their birth this place had been home. No need for petty moving or to leave the protection of the very element of which they were. Their body resisted the bog with ease, making it a perfect means of ambush should anyone come and fall into their awaiting, deadly grasp. Perhaps one day this Pokemon would find anything different? Maybe a creature to call a friend or ally? Or perhaps such a ideology was just myth. The Poison type didn't care what the outcome would be. It didn't need to. The definition of friend was unfamiliar to it.]
[Soft rays of light filtered through the canopy as faint remains of the brutal heat of the sun lingered in the atmosphere. The trees failed to sway in the winds, their branches locked to each other as the leaves that failed to receive the blessings of the sun withered and died. From below, the darkened floor of the forest took upon the withering leaves as its tone turned to a state of decomposition. The sensations of such a floor was not unnatural for a jungle, but a forest was not the same. With such small light that filtered through the thick canopy, one would find a sheer lack of life below the shield of green that formed upon the top of the forest. Yet, it was far from devoid of any living creatures.]
[Slithering through a series of branches, the serpentine form of a Pokemon made its way from tree to tree in search of a singular goal. It didn't matter what such a goal was, however. Only that it was required to be done. That was the thought process of the Seviper that sliced through the weaving branches with the blade upon the end of it's tail. Below the serpent brewed a bog of foul broth, poisons mixing with the mud to form a lethal trap for an unfortunate individual who would fall to its stench. The trees above this bog formed a shield that failed to be penetrated by the sun, the darkness surrounding the area making the place a dangerous visit for any creature that made its way there. But alas, only death would be found in a place like that.]
[Such a risk was never a concern for a poison type like Seviper, however. Ever since their birth this place had been home. No need for petty moving or to leave the protection of the very element of which they were. Their body resisted the bog with ease, making it a perfect means of ambush should anyone come and fall into their awaiting, deadly grasp. Perhaps one day this Pokemon would find anything different? Maybe a creature to call a friend or ally? Or perhaps such a ideology was just myth. The Poison type didn't care what the outcome would be. It didn't need to. The definition of friend was unfamiliar to it.]
