A blast of water shot from her hands, high powered...Like a move from a Pokémon.
A move she copied.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP YORK"
That same disarming voice, cutting through his mind.
Her eyes lit up as she jumped back. A familiar, sick looking grin twisting across her lips.
"And I can't allow you to destroy what I just rebuilt"
A dark energy began pouring off of her...that of the distortion realm. Her body shifted, a blue color overtaking her eyes.
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Her words sent his mind into a spiral, a painful roar would be heard as he banged his head on the floor.
So much pain, so much rage and her words only made it more fuzzy.
The roar became a deep grumbling voice would be heard in place of York.
Gifted from Giratina, of course. It likely cut through his psyche completely...but it was un clear if it would give him control.
Her hand had snapped into the side of his neck as she spoke, risking being burned to hit a pressure point she knew was there...
Would it work?
Recognition flashed in her eyes...this was the mega thing he was talking about. It took a lot of effort to make a mon in this form revert, so she could only imagine what it would take to make him do it.
"ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ"
Her voice was laced with some form of energy-
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The dragon looked at her with intensity, as if he was debating on his next action.
He neck was so close, he cloud snatch it and end her life quickly yet he fought that urge. It was his raw instinct acting and survival was his first priority. Still he was able to hold back.
Calming her resolve.
"Careful now...don't touch if you can't control your heat. I've already been burned enough"
Yet, she didn't back away. Even when she could feel how hot his body was.
Ishani didn't move an inch, merely staring at this new form with the same expression as before. Even as he got close, even as he drew in to touch her...
She didn't move.
She had seen horrors beyond him...not to mention the noises he was making were actually only
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His eyes stayed locked onto her, not moving one bit. His eyes narrowed looking draconic in shape. Those l cold slanted eyes grew closer, he didn't speek as he approached instead it was a deep bellowing growl.
His steps sounded heavy, scrapping along the floor.
A new estate...on the coast.
She thought he wouldn't find her. Part of her thought he had died during that stupid crusade of his back to his home land.
Yet here he was, slowly appearing in her office like some ghost. It honestly reminded her of Giratina in a way..
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@LovelessInTime
Three months have passed since that day. The day York left and had asked an impossible task to someone he trusted. . . That didn't end well yet it was done and he left.
Today was a dark drury day, rain clouds covered the sun as thunder echoed.
She frowned, hiding her shock with that dull expression used for meetings and intense situations.
This was intense wasn't it.
She lit a cigarette as those gold eyes stared into his. There were burn scars all across her arms, marring tattoos here and there.
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