Post by Hataro Satsuhaji on Mar 7, 2014 22:11:44 GMT -6
"please forgive me for all the sorrow, for leaving you in fear" and for the dreams we had to silence - that's all they'll ever be "still i'll be the hand that saves you" though you will not see that it's me
He was no longer welcome in this world, but it wasn't like he ever went by the world's rules in the first place. The Mightyena gijinka never hid his forbidden identity as a gijinka and was known for simply teaching others not to get him in trouble with the use of his own two fists. The weather was so warm that he just tied his top around his waste and stood there at the top of the crater without a care in the world. His final target would be the company known as PH Genetics. He wasn't even completely sure why he wanted it gone, but he, from the deepest part of his being, wanted to bring down and destroy the company himself with his own power. For some reason, the very nature and purpose of the company offended his very being and everything he ever cared about. Maybe he was going to wage a personal war on the place because it belittled and offended his parents who gave birth to him as a true gijinka, unlike all the fake gijinkas PH Genetics was polluting PokeEarth with.
He showed no emotion because there was, last time he checked, nobody around for miles. Besides, what random citizen would want to come here? He thought he was pretty good at picking out places where normal civilians would never venture for any reason. He wasn't a coward who avoided all the trouble and danger in the world, but the less curious, intrusive people he had to deal with, the better. He was also longing for some more time alone in order to sort out his own feelings. It was the first time in a long time that he was not affiliated with any group. He had gotten used to using his strength for the pleasure of succeeding in serving his leader well and being respected and feared for his power by those who opposed Team Imum or Besser or whatever. He had spend the majority of his important timeline events in his life serving under and fulfilling the will of Lorelei. But now he was for the first time in a long time forced to choose his own path on his own. He was now the only person on his side and fighting for whatever ambitions he desired. He still had his Pokemon though, and he was sure by now that he had decided upon his goals from here on out.
Hataro stroked his hair from his face as the wind blew through it. All of his Pokemon were resting patiently within his tan bag which was strung over his shoulder. He was alone, but he was also free to do whatever he ever wanted.
He was no longer welcome in this world, but it wasn't like he ever went by the world's rules in the first place. The Mightyena gijinka never hid his forbidden identity as a gijinka and was known for simply teaching others not to get him in trouble with the use of his own two fists. The weather was so warm that he just tied his top around his waste and stood there at the top of the crater without a care in the world. His final target would be the company known as PH Genetics. He wasn't even completely sure why he wanted it gone, but he, from the deepest part of his being, wanted to bring down and destroy the company himself with his own power. For some reason, the very nature and purpose of the company offended his very being and everything he ever cared about. Maybe he was going to wage a personal war on the place because it belittled and offended his parents who gave birth to him as a true gijinka, unlike all the fake gijinkas PH Genetics was polluting PokeEarth with.
He showed no emotion because there was, last time he checked, nobody around for miles. Besides, what random citizen would want to come here? He thought he was pretty good at picking out places where normal civilians would never venture for any reason. He wasn't a coward who avoided all the trouble and danger in the world, but the less curious, intrusive people he had to deal with, the better. He was also longing for some more time alone in order to sort out his own feelings. It was the first time in a long time that he was not affiliated with any group. He had gotten used to using his strength for the pleasure of succeeding in serving his leader well and being respected and feared for his power by those who opposed Team Imum or Besser or whatever. He had spend the majority of his important timeline events in his life serving under and fulfilling the will of Lorelei. But now he was for the first time in a long time forced to choose his own path on his own. He was now the only person on his side and fighting for whatever ambitions he desired. He still had his Pokemon though, and he was sure by now that he had decided upon his goals from here on out.
Hataro stroked his hair from his face as the wind blew through it. All of his Pokemon were resting patiently within his tan bag which was strung over his shoulder. He was alone, but he was also free to do whatever he ever wanted.
ooc // first post ;w;
words // 454 omg
tags // frieda
words // 454 omg
tags // frieda
