|I like these things. 8D|
Cerulean: Chapter 1 The sun blazed bright over the panic in Cerulean Abbey. Pokemon of all species scrambled every direction across the yards, darting in and out of buildings and colorful tents. Amid the crowd, a Sandshrew shoved her way toward the kitchen, attracting shouts of "Sorry miss Erthclaw!" and, "Please forgive me, young miss!" She'd take more time to bask in the attention if she wasn't on an important mission for the good of the Solstice celebration. After much shifting through the year's berry growth logs, and debating among advisers, her father had finally made a well-informed decision: this year's pie flavor for the end of the feast.Cerulean: Chapter 1 by Tyros
Lost in her thoughts, she never saw him trudging upstream through the crowd. They collided like a ball against a brick wall, and she bounced off him and into the dust. She saw a Snubbull, about her age, staring down at her as she lifted her head. "Watch... Watch where
Cerulean: Prologue They had no idea what was coming, the abbey with pewter walls. Approaching from the South, a powerful force swept across mountains, hills and fields, leaving nothing alive in its wake. Those who did not join its murderous rampage were put to flame without a thought. The dark green walls of Viridian Abbey, its first target, lay broken and crumbled miles behind. Jagged, scorched edges clawed at the sky like a burning thing reaching for help that would never come.Cerulean: Prologue by Tyros
Many mobile fires marched behind him, the tails of Charmanders, Charmeleons and Charizards waving in a silent, swift stride; arms of Chandelures and Lampents, and the blaze atop many Litwik's heads as they floated through the fog. More species, many of them of them also of the fire element, marched. Most followed in fear of their new master's wrath, some marched along, eager to carry out his bidding. All trod silently, none daring to
I'm a dude. A dude that does things.
I mean, I could go into some kind of depth, I suppose, but really, who reads all that stuff? One day, maybe I'll have some kind of wacky picture to put here. Until then, well... Just talk to me if you want to get to know me. I may be shy to start conversations, but I'm never shy if I'm talked to first~
Oh, and you know, as an off-hand comment or something, I'm also immortal and have existed for trillions of years.
Current Residence: One of the top 3 supernaturally gifted cities in the US! Woo! Savannah! *Hopes for an experience*
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Huh? Woah, there's new stuff here! Um... two?
Print preference: I'unno... Laserprinter?
Favourite genre of music: Rock and Metal
Favourite photographer: John's developing his skill pretty well.
Favourite style of art: Anime
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Shell of choice: The one that protects me from magic spells?
Wallpaper of choice: Resident Evil 4 Background made by my cousin Josh.
Skin of choice: Yours looks tasty! *sends in zombies*
Favourite cartoon character: Myron, Zoidberg, and other characters with that certain quality they share.
Personal Quote: "Don't worry - if I jack your stuff, that just means I'm giving away my nothing!"