Procrastination---That's what the pit of his mind reminded him every time he thought about his home in Affection Atoll.
He trained day by day to the point of over exhaustion. He patrolled the islands for sharpedo and other predators that wandered too close to the shore. He fed, groomed, and played with his pets. This was his every-day process for half of a year.
By all means, it was a process in which his father would be proud. He thought that a consistent schedule like this was for the best. He found that socializing was unnecessary beyond the mandatory dinners with your own family.
Yet Akio knew full well that this was not good for his o
The weightless specks of snow pressed against the visor of her helmet, collecting in gentle mounds as she laid perfectly still against the cold ground.
She loved the snow, it reminded her of her father. It was soundless in their landing; in their movement. It reminded her of his light steps or even leaps where he could land without making the slightest sound. His personality was magnetic--like the alluring twinkle of the snow, without even having to say a single word. He was beautiful in his silence; his grace communicated a world that she had never thought to witness. He slowed her down, and let her take in the moment.
She can't even belie
"It's around that time isn't it?" Ghost Pepper spoke in an uncharacteristically low voice--far too somber, melancholy, especially for him.
Starburst's eyes flick up toward him, scanning his face for a moment before letting it fall to the cold, dry grass beneath her feet. She didn't say anything, nothing needed to be said about it.
This was the anniversary of their parents death. A deathaversary? Starburst lightly shook her head before sighing, and against her better judgement decided to speak, "You shouldn't look like that."
Pepper's ears perked up at the notion, his eyes(ever honest) widened slightly. He passed off his surprise with an e
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HL: Reflecting on one's behavior
It was quiet outside. The soft chill of the winter still graced Akio's scales, despite the passage of time, it persisted throughout spring.
The ghost of his breath has long since gone, showing no evidence that he was breathing. It was cold, but not cold enough to justify its presence.
There was a lingering voice that persisted in the back of his mind--talking about his negligence toward bettering the relations of land-walkers and merfolk, but a persistent sting in his consciousness remained. How could he improve the relations between merfolk and landfolk if there are no more landdwellers to save?
This obsession has clouded his judgement--t
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[PKMN-A] Mini Event: Local man regrets everything
Well, day one is coming to a close, and Mortem was still double checking his decision on going for the experiment. It could very-well have terrible side effects as far as he knows--at least, beyond the initial one--even if he was going to get a lot of buck for his bang.
Plus, it could get in the way with his fights, that's pretty much his main concern right now, he's still new and he doesn't want to screw up his already mostly-crippled reputation. The only other thing that has been really plaguing his mind was the fact that he just felt really really itchy.
To his chagrin, his skin felt more fragile for some reason, although there was no vi