Mordred spotted the odd Darkrai landing on the top, squinting as
she looked up. They didn’t seem to be aggressive, they could have
knocked them off the mountain and killed them. Or maybe that was
too easy and they were a sadist. Or maybe she was overthinking
things. Her claws scraped the rocks as she continued to climb, her
fur bristling with fear.
"Power beyond comprehension, the dark holds creatures. Pokemon
overrun by power, if found the chance to live is almost zero to
none. I had my life spared. I know firsthand. So be carefull when
I'm the dark."
Alid stares with an intense gaze.
Palaces of silver and gold
Cannot be designed overnight
It's like the saying I've often been told
"No matter the cost, do things right"
(I have to ask, did Yung approve of this plot point...? Not to
mini-mod, just asking.)
Mordred returned the gaze. Her group’s powers combined were
definitely stronger than Alid’s; she didn't worry. Her eyebrows
lowered, eye squinted with fury blazing in her dark retina. “Is
that all?” She growled.
Helda had watched all of this with mild interest, stopping
traversing the hill for a moment. She was still far ahead of the
group - she didn't hear what the Darkai had said. In fact, in the
seconds after she had turned, she though it was Mortis. Soon,
though, she realised it wasn't - Mortis would've tried to kill them
all by now. As the Darkai elevated she turned, continuing her
journey whilst gritting her teeth - her eye socket was being rather
a nuisance.
(If it is another plotpoint, then it can’t happen during the main
story. If they want the RP to continue to accomodate their plot
point, then I can arrange it. Same for anyone who wants to develop
a plot. I’m not sure if everyone would be interested in continuing;
it’s up to you guys.)
“...so that Darkrai harassed you too, huh?” Azure said lightly as
they reached the top of the mountain.
Clouds swirled at the feet of everyone. There was a general outline
of the area where they can stand bur that was about it. In the
distance, the sun was slowly rising
“Pretty much,” Mordred’s bark was inpatient, her ears up as if she
secretly was on high alert because of Alid’s warning. There was an
uneasy look on her face. “We’ll be perfectly fine.”