Phosphorus/Stark E6 p2Sometime in the night, the ground began to shake.
Ganymede hadn't gone to sleep, so he was already wide awake when he raised his head off the loamy earth he had been resting on, lying with Havelock while waiting for flowers to bloom. They had stayed in roughly the same place the last few nights, in part because the Stantler had unknowingly exhausted himself while hauling away the trees that had originally dotted the horizon, and was just trying to sleep it out. It wasn't working.
The Stantler's ears swiveled, searching for the source of the rumbling, and he found it was coming from beneath him. A burrowing ground type, he thought, and glanced at Havelock for confirmation.
The child seemed in the process of conferring with the weeds when he slowly teetered onto his little feet, and stepped out from Ganymede's folded front legs without explanation. Ganymede realized almost immediately that that was reason enough to follow suit, and did so promptly. To Havelock's credit, the rumbling in t
Renata's StoryRenata had always believed herself to be born of fire and brimstone. Though she had been relentlessly accused of it by man, she had never known hell, never been there, and didn't even know if she would ever go there. But after so long of being called an artifact of the devil, she started to believe it, and had worked tirelessly for all her centuries to rain damnation on the mortal realm, even if that only meant tempting them over to her side and into her bed.
She had still never known hell.
Now she did.
She ran through the broken cobbled streets of the little backwards town she had been preying for the last half decadeit was so small, she had known every inch of it. Though she could never feel safe around people who called her slut and whore and harlot, not even knowing what she was, what she really was, she had been comfortable there in its nooks and crannies, hiding amongst the things that hid in the dark. There was no darkness now and nowhere to go. There was only flame and sm
Phosphorus/Stark E6 p1The last few weeks had been miserable.
Ganymede didn't like dwelling on things too greatly, but just the same he was uniquely good at it, maybe to the point of obsessing. Ever since that damned Kingdra had taken Havelock, his every thought went to the health of the boy. The Snivy was safe now, yes, but all he could think was how he might not have been. It didn't help that Havelock seemed just as unconcerned as ever before, the little
Ganymede sighed audibly, causing the Snivy to look at him quizzically as they walked. By now, he had realized that though he'd done his damndest to keep Havelock at arm's length, the child had burrowed into his heart and gone and made a home there, right next to his mother. There would probably always be a part of the Stantler that thought of the child as the brat or the burden, but he couldn't see it holding out for much longer. Not when he knew that, despite all his effort, he wouldn't be able to save Havelock all the time, every time. And not when
Phosphorus M6 part 5It was nighttime when Havelock returned to the moat. Ganymede was asleephe had tried to pretend he wasn't tired, but as soon as the child had affected drifting off, the Stantler had gone limp at his side. The Ditto who the Stantler had pulled with him from the bridge regained consciousness not long after, and had lingered briefly over him before transforming into a Gastly and drifting into the darkness.
Havelock was sure he had seen those yellow eyes before.
When Havelock had finally felt safe to leave, he was alone against the warmth of his Stantler's fur, sitting beneath the sky in silenceas it should have been.
When he had been standing at its fringes, the forest was filled with the calls of Kricketunes and Noctowls, but when he moved through the trees they fell silent to watch him make a thin path through the undergrowth.
Many of the trees themselves were dead, or dying. To him, they sounded as if they were wheezing out their last breaths. Those few that still lived, he
Phosphorus M6 part 4Ganymede was an emotional being, he knew that. Hell, anyone who so much as looked at him wrong knew that, or at least would quickly come to. He felt things so strongly that he spent more time seeing in red than he did in colour, and he didn't even mind all that much. But he didn't understand why he had been given emotions when they made him feel so weak.
His legs were shaking when he and Yellow Eyes walked back to the drawbridge. He didn't know if it was nerves or ragea bit of both, no doubtbut when his hooves fell once again onto the wooden bridge, they fell hard. Even still, he wasn't nearly as loud as Yellow Eyes, who lacked any sort of grace in her new form.
"Are you ready?" he said, and looked up at the disguised Ditto.
Yellow Eyes stretched out the length of her wings, adjusted the collar of her affected cape, and then gave him a haughty, aristocratic smile. It was as good an answer as anyshe would be able to act the part of Merlot in her sleep. Ganymede's only
Phosphorus M6 part 3Merlot.
Ganymede had never said a single name out loud so many times in his entire life, and he was the type who would once, on stuffy, quiet evenings, scramble out onto rooftops just so he could curse people's names out at the choked-out stars. Merlot. Even if it was a name he associated with long nights and bad wine and poorly picked perfume, by the end of that day, the Stantler was sure it would be a part of him--if not embedded in his brain, then at least burned on his tongue.
The Stantler wasn't going to throw around guesses presuming the way he must have looked to the Pokémon he walked up to. A few he had spoken to before, while asking for Havelock. Before, they had been polite and smiled at him despite his terseness. Now, they looked at him like he was going to lose his mind. And at this rate, that was exactly what would happen.
Even though Samual had seemed rather insistent on the fact that this Merlot woman was the owner o
Phosphorus M6 part 2The place Dmitri had named as Tao Ranchone of many places he had named during his sprawling, half hour soliloquy--despite being beside the nigh-dystopian land with which it shared its name, was actually in relatively good shape. Most of the buildings were intact, and there was still a bit of greenery here and there that had been persistent enough to survive the blizzard.
According to Dmitri, it was these remaining shrubs that had drawn them to the ranch. The grocery list, whatever had been inscribed on it, called for items that could be found in abundance there, but the idea was that they had to move quickly or the food would either rot or be picked up by scavengers. The way the Zangoose talked, you would think they weren't just there to rob the place blind.
Luckily, it wasn't a long trip. They had managed to get pretty much everything they needed before the owners, a disgruntled looking Miltank and a Meganium with a silly hat, had shown up. Dmitri had had the good sense to ask t