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    Hymane’s set to walk the earth three times.

    The first time will be an observation of everything he’s come to know of planet earth. The smashed buildings, the plants sprouting upwards from abandoned towns, the screams sticking to walls of people who’ve long fled the surface. Hyamane drags a stick behind him as he walks, marking his path through nature that flourishes without man’s influence. Here’s a teenage boy with dark skin and big bright eyes dimmed only by the deprivation of others. He’s got on a tshirt with an elephant on it and some jeans, no stranger to earth world customs, a fled habitant of the underground. All of these clothes sag on his small frame for a kid his age, making the dubious one look somehow even more innocent.

    The second iteration will be to do his duty, actually. To request help and service for a village hidden away in the mountains, the one he’s been adopted into without his own wishing of it. Hymane’s steps are slow and his expression is gentle, but in this version of his walk, his eyes are even darker. Absorbing the sights and gazes of the scant few who pass him, ferals slipping through him like rain to a shadow. It’s a dark night, but Hymane doesn’t measure time too well in this stage. He’ll wander and wander, dragging boots through mud-stricken plains and vast valleys, finding the one.

    The third time to walk the earth is his own secret. Now Hymane approaches one who stalks the shadows, a benefactor of moonlight that pools over the world in a wide, sweeping wave. “Fenrie,” Hymane calls, voice departed from this earth. His stick is dropped in lieu of his hand rising, reaching out to hold or… elsewise. “Will you come with me?” he asks to what seems like vacant space, his own body a morass of swirling shadow. But his human body is still there, this boy who’s not quite a boy anymore, with the big eyes darker than the bottom of the ocean. Ruffled hair and sandy boots. “I need a hero.”

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    Elhardt could feel it wrap around his heart. Not his heart, their heart. Together they came to a decison. Temptation was strong, the strongest of things to ever put its force upon their mangled and intertwined soul. This was their mutual god, the one thing their faith had poured itself into.

    His eyes stared towards the tangled mass.

    "Let me take this! Let me be in charge! They're asking for me! Me! Me! Me!" A voice growled in speech that sounded melded together, inhumane, robotic, but it was definitely the voice of a beast. The breath of Fenrie's soul within him tickeld his neck. Hairs stood up, reaching for everything and everything. Apprehensively, he reached put to the shadow. Every part of him knew this was going to be wrong. But that's what made it feel so right.

    Something was different about this creature, or man. (He wasn't sure who or what it was, but it had an offer.) Mayhe for the first time, the beast wanted something more than him. Fenrie let out a laugh. Elhardt's vision faded into red as his hand went upwards. Everything shook. His consciousness felt a limpness, a lack of control.

    His voice became a growl that festered past the lungs and from the stomach. The body of Elhardt seemed to remain the same, but the way their smile curled said the opposite. His eyes glistened red. His teeth jutted out from beneaht his lips, ready to bite.

    A hero. That's what the man requested for, but all he heard was "need." To need was something he could get behind. Something they both understood too well. Fenrie took their hand into his. He felt an odd sensation course through him. Was this delight?

    " Cause we're going to shout it loud
    Even if our words seem meaningless
    It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world "


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    YESSSSS!! <3


    #2 // wc: 321

    Hymane watches the man morph into a beast in the night. Shackles upon his control loosen to unleash everything he might be - this passionate, roaming person of immense interest to the young teen. Something shifts in the air suddenly, because Elhardt’s hand slices through the night. Hymane sticks where he is. Apprehension seizes him for one second; does this other man mean to strike or to string their hands together? Hymane watches and waits until destiny comes to him. A fierce growl rumbles out through the night, followed by a grin that could be devastating to many far and wide. Then suddenly, the man encloses Hymane’s hand in his own hand.

    “Hero,” Hymane whispers, dark eyes hovering over their hands. “Fenrie and Elhardt. Hero.”

    Something insidious stirs within him. Black aura surges out of him, one shade slightly split from the night. Its oppressive hold haunts a five meter radius around the boy, sucking Elhardt into his bubble of doom. The air between them now is slightly shiny; but Hymane’s eyes darken evermore. The shadow tag wraps around Elhardt, disappearing into the skin. Now it leaves a black rope intertwined between Hymane’s little finger and Elhardt’s bigger pinkie. He hopes for no escape for what will happen next.

    “Hero,” he whispers again. Voice comes breathless, words fallen apart from the body, as if recited from a corpse. “I’ve been sent to find you, hero.” It’s then the wynaut pokesoul sends a telepathic image his way - of his village, a hundred tiny wynaut pokesouls like him, huddled in immense fear. There is a huge monstrosity roaming near the cave, hazy from the boy’s projected memories, a faint vision of steel tearing through the night.

    Then three more telepathic images follow. In each snippet, a boy wanders the earth, desperately hoping to find one to take down the monster. Or to be taken down himself.

    “Hero.” One more time. “Come kill for me.”

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    Hero. Was he one? Hell no. Why was he called so then? No idea.

    The air shifted between them. No, not shifted. The air became real. It became a presence. The world began to constrict the shared body of the two. Tightening. Deep breaths. A black string finds its way around his pinky finger. He wants to snarl, to spit at the creature, the boy, but he cannot. There is something about the helplessness of this boy he cannot help but see in himself. Darkness, the one thing he had always known covers this boy. He is no plaything, he is not a threat. He is a comrade.

    Images. Boys cowering alone, to be a meal for something. That something wandered outside of their hiding place. Did it know of them? Did it move on instinct? Questions a hunter would ask to another. Hunger was felt by all, and he wondered if this beast had the same hunger. Would the creature bleed as he bled?

    His time as a child hiding away in his room flashed in his head. He was not saved, he was the result of this abandon. He loved every piece of himself, but he would be a fool to say he did not know who and what he was. The boys would be just like him, hiding away forever. That could not happen.

    A shiver of excitement ran down their spine. The connection was starting to form. "Kill it. Kill it and be their hero. Indulge in one thing we know we can do, and enjoy every moment of it." A smile formed. The boy spoke, a request. The request he wanted to hear. The exact one.

    Truth be told, he was the best at being himself. He didn't need anyone else being like him. He was the star of the show and he would make damn sure that it would stay that way.

    " Cause we're going to shout it loud
    Even if our words seem meaningless
    It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world "


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    something's coming :eyes:


    #3 // wc: 313

    Shadow tag slinks up his spine. Delightful. Hymane relishes in the feeling of togetherness, this poor, lonely boy who’s somehow been given new meaning thanks to the man next to him. Elhardt’s smile is enough to shine light on the darkest stretch of Hymane’s soul. The young teen holds a hand upon his own heart and then says something too quick for comprehension. Eyes blink and when they reopen, light returns to those black eyes. “Glad to have you along, hero,” Hymane states under his breath, voice barely audible. “Let’s head towards your killing site.”

    Hymane takes three steps forward, languid, bothersome, the stroll of an eighty-year-old buried in this boy who’s much younger. Their site is far away, miles and miles away, but Hyamane feels inexplicably closer thanks to the very presence of this man. His first human contact in far too long and just how long had it been since he had been home to his family that needed saving?... Sad thoughts fall upon the boy in uneven waves. He tugs on the black line drawn between them via their pinkies, and shrugs the sadness away. All around them, darkness settles, visceral, alive, climbing up bark centuries old, trunks torn and shattered among the old onslaught of war.

    “My hero,” Hymane asks at some point along the stroll. His boots crunch under thick brambles. “What gives you life, and how about meaning?” Hollowness waits in his tone; eyes stare forever forward, lost in the nothingness. “Who do you miss, my hero? Who do you decide to protect, and why?” Hymane allows a long moment thereafter to pass as he contemplates his thoughts. Air is cold in his lungs; hands grow nearly numb, but when he speaks, his voice is alive. “How do you decide who gets to die?” It is eerily silent at this time of night.

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    Fenrie's voice echoes excitedly in the back of Elhardt's mind. It isn't common, but he feels the need to bury it, drown it out. He needs a second to see this boy. To see himself.


    "Kill kill kill." Fenrie smirks as the embrace of the Shadow Tag takes it's grasp tighter.

    The boy steps forward tugging him, tempting Fenrie even more.

    "Kill kill kill." Fenrie laughs, darkness settling in around them.

    The boy stops. Elhardt sighs, relieved. A weight off of his shoulders. He sees the boy hesitate. He doesn't see why. But he can feel it. He can feel it because he too feels it inside of him. What would happen? What would happen if he didn't have the voice inside of his head? Would he be like this boy? Scared and alone? These weren't good thoughts, Elhardt hated unpleasant thoughts. They lead to nothing but feelings he did not enjoy. Sometimes though, it was a necessary evil, an evil that the demon in him couldn't understand.

    Then, questions. Unpleasant questions.

    Meaning. What was there to this existence. Instnictively he closed off. His meaning was his own: Survival, to live on. Was there more than that? His head hurt, he didn't want to know the meaning of everything. The though put immense, unbearable fear in him. He was not wsting his life. No. He couldn't be.

    Who did he miss? He wasn't sure. He didn't think about his past. It was too heartbreaking, being thrown to the streets like that. The outcastjng in his path lead to the one person he would protect: himself. His mind wandered, if there was another, who would they be, a lover, a child, someone in need, someone like him?

    How did he decide the fate of others? Fenrie's voice broke through. Hunger. Insatiable desire to prove dominance against the world. They would be on top. They would be the strongest, the happiest together. They would become perfection. Living perfection.

    Elhardt put his left hand on his forehead, pressing his nails into his head. Blood dripped down slightly. As Fenrie spoke inside of him, he did not seem to notice that he had began to cry. No. He could not taint someone's innocence. That could not be his answer. That wasn't his goal, his job. He lived the way he did because he was already tainted, there was no going back. There was no way out for him, so he embraced it.

    He screamed out. "Fenrie, will you shut the HELL up?" This was his question, not Fenrie's. He felt Fenrie reel back. Something new for both of them.

    He lowered his hand. The darkness grasping his face tightly, his eyes shining out. Blood and tears mixed as they fell down his cheek.

    "I will answer only one of those questions." He hissed, trying his best to hide wounded heart.

    "What I miss most of all..." He took a deep breath.

    "Is the me I used to be." He scratched his head. "The me before the monsters, the me before the comet struck. The me that I was proud of. The me... that you should try not to be." He sighed.

    His eyes shining. "I'm no hero, kid. But I'll be your antihero."

    " Cause we're going to shout it loud
    Even if our words seem meaningless
    It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world "


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    #4 // wc: 521

    Something tightens in Hymane as he simultaneously sees his hero lose himself. Another force batters the man’s heart, tearing up all the icky sinews and restringing him together at such a rapid pace Hymane feels like his own heart’s going to burst. What went wrong? What had his hero hurting himself? The darkness seeps away from Hymane’s eyes, shade by shade gently lifting up to dissolve somewhere in the night time. To join the regrets of the moons and stars. Unbeknownst to Hymane, the tug of the shadowtag has lessened up slightly. The boy’s challenged, veneer of antipathy and evil that someone stuck on him falling away in spades -

    But then it’s back. Elhardt plunges claws into his forehead, drawing blood. Blood. Devastation. This was what Hymane truly lived for, right? This was his new reality, the new him set forward by the slaying of his people. This was what he should come to expect and extol. The lines of the shadowtag bolden, attaching them together once more. His hero and him are one in the same, running from the light, fleeing from everything they could be -

    Antihero.

    “Understood, my antihero,” Hymane responds gently, turning eyes towards the moon. “Thank you.” Despite how the world’s forced him to live two lifetimes in the span of his young existence, he is still a kid at heart. Childish curiosity tugs at his soul, drawing back some of the darkness once more. “And… who were you before, my antihero?"

    Hymane looks at him then, genuine curiosity over his wide eyes and long eyelashes. Real heart hangs in the air, a kid looking for mentorship and understanding and revelation somewhere in this mix of hatred and pain and everything his world had become. Hymane wants to say more, to get the darkness to retreat, to get his family back…

    When all of a sudden, it seems that he may not be the one to go back at all.

    A horrendous cry splits the night sky apart as two flashes of vibrant neon green cut across the sky. Dank white plumage fans the neck of the beast that bullets towards them at an insane rate; a purple laser shoots their way, breaking a line of trees in half! Hymane wants to scream but feels all the air struck out of his lungs, because what happens next will make him forgot how to breath -

    The shiny noivern of the night lifts the boy up between outstretched jaws before twisting upwards once again! Two sonar eyes twitch as Hymane finally learns how to scream again, in response to the beast trying to cronch him in mid air. Jaundiced yellow eyes bear down on Elhardt in something like pity as the beast starts to fly far away! However, the beast may not be entirely gone. In its place is another one, a twin noivern coming to finish the job. It lunges towards Elhardt, wingspan of twenty-feet, gargantuan jaws bared towards the lycanroc pokesoul -

    “My antihero!” Hymane screams, feeling their shadow tag thinning - “Antihero!” his cry decrescendos as the noivern flies faster!


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    “And… who were you before, my antihero?" The child spoke softly, yearning for an answer. Yearning for validation.

    Elhardt felt something within him close. Blood dripping into his eye. Coating his skin like a shield, slowly and surely. "I... I don't-" His hair tangled on itself and was forced back. This was no normal gust of wind. A flash of what fur darted past followed by purple lasers. Trees fall. Noise. So much damn noise. Stop.

    He did not know who he was before. A boy. A pathetic boy. Boy who destroyed everything. Boy who had a chance at life. Boy who locked his heart away. Boy who let the wolf devour his heart. A boy. That was always the single truth in it all. The one thing that remained the same in his mind. A boy. He was still just a boy. Did he ever grow up? On his knees now, in shock. Why did this question ring so fiercely in him?

    "I don't know." He spoke in raspy breaths.

    "But you do!" Fenrie tilted his head inside of Elhardt, confused. "You know better than anyone what you are."

    "But I don't!" Elhardt stomped at the ground.

    "Are you a child" Fenrie snickered.

    Elhardt felt his body fall to his knees. No control. Everything was limp. A flash of white blurred past his eyes. A piece of darkness let go of him. A piece of him went with him.

    “And… who were you before, my antihero?"
    The words echoed in his head over and over.


    Elhardt blinked.

    "Elhardt, who were you?" Fenrie whispered.


    The boy was gone.

    Tears, actual tears. Unpleasant tears. Unpleasantness was the worst. An awful, awful circumstance.

    He sat there, watching as the Noivern darted towards him. Single arm raising up, claws shining brightly. Hand pulsing, surging veins. Pain, immense pain. Fenrie's soul pushed forward, surging control over Elhardt's body. Something inside of him cracked, a rush of energy was growing.

    Fenrie looked up with a smile, but it quickly turned upside down.

    It was too late. He had no time to dodge the oncoming beast.


    " Cause we're going to shout it loud
    Even if our words seem meaningless
    It's like I'm carrying the weight of the world "


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    #5 // wc: 346


    The world is a smattered sphere to Hymane. For a second, there is no sound, only the sights of the world thrashing in and out before his eyes in dark shades. Hymane wants to scream again; to summon his hero, to remember why he’s been so enticed by this torn, destructive man. What is it that resonates in him for the young boy? … Hymane slips in and out of consciousness as the Noivern flies fast, languidly, stopping only to acknowledge its twin monster with a vorcaious cry. It deafens Hymane.

    Down below, a metamorphosis of black magic unfurls. A boy becomes a beast; to say he was a man is to also say he was somewhat monstrous. The Shadow Tag between them piques with profound energy. Hymane snaps back to consciousness, head whirling on his neck to see what’s happening below him. A rush of energy overflows Elhardt; something else takes hold of the man’s body, something mighty, something devastating - Hymane wants to scream all over again, but his voice is lost.

    The Noivern collides into him like a flaming plane for the crashing, mighty fangs digging into the man’s chest. It’s a cruel move from a Pokemon toying with its victims; the gash is deep, but not fatal by any means. The Noivern whirls back up to the sky, cackling,goblets of venomous spit freed from its maw. There’s sickness in its eyes, meaningless torture without end. Suddenly, it begins flapping its wings at an insane pace, kicking up dirt from the ground that torpedoes into a terrifying Hurricane! The very ground shakes; the slick smile of the beast only doubles as it sends that attack hurtling Elhardt and Fenrie’s way!

    Hymane remains suspended in air, not awake enough currently to notice the growing vortex of purple energy between the twin Noivern’s jaws. It’s generating some ancient dragon move, enough heat to melt its own maw without the protection of its dna, enough violence to triple the force of the hurricane. Hymane mutters something encouraging, dazedly, as the Dragon Pulse combines with the hurricane!


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