Post by Tristan on Mar 29, 2004 23:04:03 GMT -5
With air swiftly crashing through his slightly feathered ears, a young man was soaring through the early morning air. His long feathery hair, going down to his mid-back, was blowing in the wind gracefully, his large angelic wings gliding easily through the gusts and breezes. He dressed entirely in white. Baggy white, silk pants and a white vest, with a very large white cape to top it all off was his wardrobe; his boots were white also, with small wings sewed onto the heels. The wind blew his cape about, causing it to ripple like a kite in the sky. His wings were quite large, approximately fifteen feet across in total. His height was slightly hard to tell during flight, but one could guess at least 5’ 8”. His girth was uncannily slim, his small arms looking quite frail and weak. He was indeed very skinny, for as to heighten his ability to fly and increase his speed. His arms sat at his sides, the wind causing them to sway slightly, as he sliced through the sky. His name was Tristan.
His near perfect eyes scanned the ground oh so far below, every tiny little stick jogging into his memory with ease. He was searching for food, for he’d gone quite some time without it. For some reason, no Pokémon soared in the sky, nor did they frolic in the grasses below, or jump from the trees that dotted the plains. He grew curious, and began his decent to the ground to inspect. In seconds he was gracefully touching the ground with his delicate feet, his long hair of feathers flowing beautifully in the wind. He squinted his eyes to search for life, but there were none. He slowly unclipped a pure white Pokéball from his belt and opened it. The light that poured out became his life-long ally Swift.
Swift was a gentle creature, with sparkly green skin and a lighter shade of green for his accurate eyes. His tiny limbs hung loosely in the air, the quick breeze causing them to sway backwards slightly. His tail also sat gently on the ground, that too swaying somewhat in the gentle breeze. The sunlight sprang from the east behind the pair, as they stared intently in the other direction. It was a beautiful sight, the two of them, as they stood without a motion, the gentle breeze blowing silently on the pearly white cape of Tristan, and the dark brown tail of his Treecko companion. The utter silence of the area besides the unbelievable beauty of the whispering wind was ominous and awe-inspiring at the same time.
In a wonderful, graceful, and impossibly perfect voice that could only be that of a celestial being, Tristan spoke to his ally, Swift, in a very rare tounge,
“Biu jabplynn zhah wun nindol thac'zil...*"
Swift slowly nodded his head in agreement to the angel-like humanoid. The silence built up its dominance again, after the words drifted past, just as it was shattered by another noise of some sort. Some small, innocent creature was calling out in distress, the pain in its voice clearly evident. The noise was that of a nearby Pokémon, it was that of a…<br>
*Translation: "An error is in this land..."
His near perfect eyes scanned the ground oh so far below, every tiny little stick jogging into his memory with ease. He was searching for food, for he’d gone quite some time without it. For some reason, no Pokémon soared in the sky, nor did they frolic in the grasses below, or jump from the trees that dotted the plains. He grew curious, and began his decent to the ground to inspect. In seconds he was gracefully touching the ground with his delicate feet, his long hair of feathers flowing beautifully in the wind. He squinted his eyes to search for life, but there were none. He slowly unclipped a pure white Pokéball from his belt and opened it. The light that poured out became his life-long ally Swift.
Swift was a gentle creature, with sparkly green skin and a lighter shade of green for his accurate eyes. His tiny limbs hung loosely in the air, the quick breeze causing them to sway backwards slightly. His tail also sat gently on the ground, that too swaying somewhat in the gentle breeze. The sunlight sprang from the east behind the pair, as they stared intently in the other direction. It was a beautiful sight, the two of them, as they stood without a motion, the gentle breeze blowing silently on the pearly white cape of Tristan, and the dark brown tail of his Treecko companion. The utter silence of the area besides the unbelievable beauty of the whispering wind was ominous and awe-inspiring at the same time.
In a wonderful, graceful, and impossibly perfect voice that could only be that of a celestial being, Tristan spoke to his ally, Swift, in a very rare tounge,
“Biu jabplynn zhah wun nindol thac'zil...*"
Swift slowly nodded his head in agreement to the angel-like humanoid. The silence built up its dominance again, after the words drifted past, just as it was shattered by another noise of some sort. Some small, innocent creature was calling out in distress, the pain in its voice clearly evident. The noise was that of a nearby Pokémon, it was that of a…<br>
*Translation: "An error is in this land..."
