Ren Olvry
Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2012
It had been days, maybe even weeks, since the 'event' had happened in the kingdom city of Eltra, and there wasn't much a story to tell for it. The long and short of it was, the Princess had been snatched from her balcony by a local dragon; a threat many knew about, but were powerless against, even with the scattered pokemon throughout the city that were, effectively, their servants and workers. But of course, the kingdom had sent a number of knights after her in the old tower a ways off from the city that the dragon, Rayquaza, called its home.
Each one had been brought down with little effort, or so the dragon made sure to remind the Princess day by day as he provided her with food enough to keep going, glimpses from the balcony so their scouts knew she was still there, knew they still had something to pursue. After all, let them come! Let them bring their very best! All he was ultimately waiting for was their resource of knights and the like to dwindle further and further, so he could later swoop in with no resistance and claim the land for himself.
Of course, then there were those few non-knights hoping to make a name for themselves, to gain some sort of reward... as was the case now, if a rather odd case. Orion the Glaceon was one such; an outcast of the city itself, since he refused to be subservient to humans, hoping for... well, something. Anything, really. And perhaps, for once, the ability to speak that he'd earned himself over years of practice would actually prove useful for once, unlike all those pokemon in the city who lacked such a talent.
"Princess! Let me... um..." the Glaceon called out once he was in view of the tower's balcony, no Rayquaza in sight... yet. As it was midday, he didn't expect that to last long, though his priority right now was mumbling to himself, trying to figure out what to say. "Erm... grant me the honor of your appearance, so that I know the beauty that I'm saving! Is... that right?" he attempted, a nervous look on his face that could likely just be made out from the balcony's view of the light-blue-furred pokemon.
Who was obviously very new at this.
Each one had been brought down with little effort, or so the dragon made sure to remind the Princess day by day as he provided her with food enough to keep going, glimpses from the balcony so their scouts knew she was still there, knew they still had something to pursue. After all, let them come! Let them bring their very best! All he was ultimately waiting for was their resource of knights and the like to dwindle further and further, so he could later swoop in with no resistance and claim the land for himself.
Of course, then there were those few non-knights hoping to make a name for themselves, to gain some sort of reward... as was the case now, if a rather odd case. Orion the Glaceon was one such; an outcast of the city itself, since he refused to be subservient to humans, hoping for... well, something. Anything, really. And perhaps, for once, the ability to speak that he'd earned himself over years of practice would actually prove useful for once, unlike all those pokemon in the city who lacked such a talent.
"Princess! Let me... um..." the Glaceon called out once he was in view of the tower's balcony, no Rayquaza in sight... yet. As it was midday, he didn't expect that to last long, though his priority right now was mumbling to himself, trying to figure out what to say. "Erm... grant me the honor of your appearance, so that I know the beauty that I'm saving! Is... that right?" he attempted, a nervous look on his face that could likely just be made out from the balcony's view of the light-blue-furred pokemon.
Who was obviously very new at this.