ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )

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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )

ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )

@InDeathWeRot

|...| ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃʳˢʰ ᶜᵒⁿᵈᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ʳᵉᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢᵖᶦᵗᵉ |...| 【 𝑴𝒀 ᵖᵤʳₚᵒₛᵉ ? 】 |ᵢₜ| ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵉᵐᵇˡᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵐᵇᵒᵈᶦᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ.

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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )
⠀ The Zoroark would smile, and pat the Tinkaton on the head. She'd ruffle her up a little bit, as she'd nod in agreement. ❝ Yes, cherish your human. They spend such a short time in this world, it's important to be by their side as long as you can. ❞ ⠀
‧₊˚ ⋅ 𐃈 ⋅˚₊ ‧@paldeanmenace

‍⠀ ‍ ❝ Mhmm . Ooman overthinks , think she’ll lose Tink . So .. Tink hoards precious clothes to keep ooman happy . ❞ ‍ ‍⠀ ‍

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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )
⠀ Her ' evolution ' defied death entirely, it was more ampt to say she was revived. She was what she said, a vengeful spirit, if she did not continously work towards writing the wrongs done to her and her Pokémon kin, she'd die. She'd simply flicker out. ⠀
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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )
— my caretaker. I am undead, I am not like other Hisuian-Zoroark, this malformed body and unique ability's are proof of that. My constitution is more ghost than flesh, I've been stabbed, and recovered without need for anything but my hate. That is not normal. ❞ ⠀
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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )
⠀ ❝ This body you see before you is an abnormality. ❞ Zoroark suddenly tried to focus, a vien popping up on her forehead; it was hard to focus out of combat pretenses for her. Her visage suddenly became solid, the normal typing taking over. ⠀
ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠヾ 𝐇𝐞𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐑𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚 ‧˚@HexesAndGhouls

ㅤ ㅤSo while the Zoroark ㅤremained nearby , that ㅤblaze flickering against ㅤthe cold air of time , so ㅤit would be that this ㅤtrainer waited without ㅤany fear . ㅤEven if danger called it's ㅤway towards her . ㅤ

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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )
⠀ She had to complete her goal, so when it did, she had no regrets in her after life. She was the walking dead, neither dead nor alive. Ghost and Normal, and a curse to carry the will of those fallen souls that brought her back. Like the puppet, and the puppeteer.
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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )
⠀ Her eyes almost looked distant, like... a life that was bound by but a flickering flame, always desperate to just keep itself lit. She was a candle, using only extreme fervor to fuel the tiniest of sparks. Eventually... volatile fuel runs out. ⠀
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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )
⠀ Memories of the Pokémon that were used and tainted by human hands. Her demeanor was changing, her form began to flicker between solid and ethereal. ❝ The lesson is: 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙚. ❞ ⠀
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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )
⠀ ❝ I don't have the time to be studied like a labrat, we've already suffered that fate. It will not happen again. ❞ Her brows furrowed as her eyes began to swirl with darkness, almost like a crazed fanaticism as she was reminded of the lab she was abused in. ⠀
ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠヾ 𝐇𝐞𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐑𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚 ‧˚@HexesAndGhouls

ㅤ ㅤBit by bit that dress ㅤladen figure shifted ㅤinto a careful seat ㅤbefore the Zoroark . ㅤHistory may not be ㅤkind to those who ㅤfall , but the least ㅤshe can do is leave ㅤa warning so others ㅤdon't hurt as she had . ㅤ

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ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! ) retweetou
ꖾꕯꕷꖹꕯ: ᴺₒ. #220( 𝙎–𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨! )
⠀ In the end, she was a vengeful spirit out to claim retribution. She was nothing more than an empty husky to fulfill that end, this is fundamentally why she evolved into the incarnation of death— she was barely alive, by a miracle it was she could even communicate. ⠀
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