Requiem Signs Mission 1: Leila, Chapter 1The screeching and chirping of feral jungle fauna was sharp, loud, and clear in Leila’s ears. The thick viscous mud was like quicksand, grabbing and sucking down on her combat boots as she slowly trudged through the thick brush. The mist was warm, like a thick blanket over her face, adding to the perspiration already accumulating on her skin. The thickets of wild and overgrown plants around her were massive, towering over her like skyscrapers in a city. Their massive leaves obscured any hypothetical escape route from the humid feral hell.Requiem Signs Mission 1: Leila, Chapter 1 by Jolteon-of-Doom
She huffed, gasping at the warm air that offered no retreat from the oppressive humidity. Her right hand clenched the handle of her gun tightly, as sweat threatened to slip the weapon from her grasp.
“Damn you Trojan, you and your Arceus damn levitation.” She cursed, wiping her hand on her trousers.
Indeed, the Porygon-Z had disappeared into the brush not too long ago, along with the remainder of her group. Trojan’s levitation
CyberspaceThe bubbling lakes of poison writhe below me; purple viscous bubbles expand and burst like a pot of boiling water. A gurgling sound, low and primal, emanates from the deep depths of the pools, as if it growls for food, for prey. The vegetation that surrounds me is grey, frozen in the cold clutches of time, the life force that once made this land green and alive having been sucked out by the thick leeching poison. A dead land, the trees lying shriveled, the grass grey, the water opaque and toxic. This is Dreath, the land of desolation.Cyberspace by Jolteon-of-Doom
And what I call my home.
My levitation whirs as I slowly maneuver through the thick, dead brush. The sound of rustling leaves meets my ears, as the lifeless leaves brush against my clothes. The brush seems endless as I slowly trudge past. The decaying flora means nothing to me. They are imprinted into my mind, permanently glued to the backdrop of my mind.
I push myself through the last bit of dead flora. I shut my eyes, and hear myself sigh. My nose tingl
Requiem Signs Partner Pokemon - OctaviaName: OctaviaRequiem Signs Partner Pokemon - Octavia by Jolteon-of-Doom
Height: 8’ 4” (254 cm)
Species: Shiny Volcarona
Octavia is very quirky and peculiar. She is rather perverted, and commonly implies sexual/romantic relations between her owner and some random person, much to Leila’s chagrin. At the same time, she is also very childish and emits a child-like innocent aura around her, especially when she’s not implying sex between Leila and the mailman. She also has an odd fascination with tails, or anything that undulates for that matter. As a result, she will commonly nibble and play with tails/ears on other guardians, especially Leila’s. She is also rather curious in general, her commonly rushing over to something rather trivial and intensely inspecting it. Her curiosity will commonly get her into trouble however. She rarely takes anything seriously. She will commonly fool around, especially when there’s something that fascinates her nearby. She al
Requiem Signs Partner Pokemon - CharlesName: CharlesRequiem Signs Partner Pokemon - Charles by Jolteon-of-Doom
Personality: Charles is one of the classiest individuals this world has ever seen. Bar none. He has extremely high tastes and most likely will reject anything that does not meet his high standards. He is a bit arrogant, and will let his intimidating appearance speak for itself. He is rather quiet, and can never be described as a social type of character. He is not very affectionate, but is rather empathetic. He can be helpful, although he can be a bit bitter when he does so. He also will not tolerate rudeness. He absolutely adores drinking red wine.
Charles is 7'1" from feet to the top of his crest, over twice the size of a normal Honchkrow. His wingspan is an impressive 20 feet, giving him surprising speed and maneuverability. There is a large feather crest on his head, resembling a top hat, instead of the usual fedora hat. His eyes are dark-blue, instead of the usual red, while his angr
|Nothing special. Just another normal guy on deviantArt who's come to slowly tear your delectable soul away from your grubby little fingers and eat said soul while watching a stick of bamboo slowly grow its way from underneath the dirt, through your bound writhing body, and out your chest.|