-The flygon warrior then went on an elevator to the throneroom-
-meanwhile in the throne room, the Flygon Desert Storm Lord was sitting in his throne, being fanned by two female flygons all dressed in black robings and gold armor, holding fans that looked like their wings, only their eyes, wings and tails being visible. The Flygon king was slumping in his seat, his wings uncomfortably folded against the back of the seat, his tail curling around his hip and laid on his legs. The king was contemplating somthing very deep, shadows from his agal head-dress shadowed his face, but he looked somewhat depressed, depressed from missing someone in his life...-
-the king rose his hand, and the women stopped fanning him, looking confused of how slow he was to raise his hand- One of the fan-women: "Baladay easifat alsahra' alrab. Hal 'ayu shay' yazaeijak?" (Translation: "My Desert Storm Lord. Does anything trouble you?" )
-The women said, worried, Flygarra only slowly raised his hand to her to silence her, he'd grumble and tilted his head down-
Flygarra: "No... nothing worried your king... its. ...somthing from my past..." -he said vaguely, feeling more sad-
-the women looked more worried, and quickly left him to go get him some medicine, letting some nearby guards to help them.-
-now the room was devoid of any peers, the king lifted his head, looking around the very ornate throne-room, he's sigh and reach his hand over to a hidden compartment in his throne-
-the sandstone hatch slid open after being pressed on, the king of the Flygons looked over on it, the compartment held two golden sandstone revolvers, all embossed with special markings for the king, he'd remove those duel revolvers and reach in deeper, he'd press on another plate and a compartment on the other arm of the throne opened up, he'd loom over it and then, softly smile-
-he'd take the object of intrest out of the compartment and held it in his hand, looking at it, having some feeling of nostalgia. It was a old dusty rusted Pokéball. He'd examine it well, blowing on it to remove some dust, it had faded paint, suggesting it was once an Ultra Ball. He'd smile at it, remembering the times he was back, unevolved from chi, with his old trainer, he'd try to remember his name but it couldn't come to his mind. He'd open it, thankfully, he'd removed its capture tractor beam emitter and on the inside so it would not capture him anymore. Inside of the ball was structured like a locket, showing a faded yellowed picture of his trainer on the inside of the top hemisphere. It also held a small necklace that the trainer once wore, the necklace had DNA Splicer attached to it, showing how special it was on the bottom hemisphere.-
Flygarra: "I wish i could come back to you... it's been ages... i've lived for a long time now thanks to the chi that furthere evolved me, and i'm afraid to go back to you, only to find that, you've passed..." -he said sadly, looking away, he'd then shudder and close the pokéball locket, and slowly put it back where it emerged from.-
-he'd put back the revolvers on the other side and closed the hatch, sighing in defeat, suddenly, he heard a knocking on the large wooden doors that led into his throne room, he'd grunted, straitened himself out in his throne and unfold his wings to make his apperance seem more regal. Ready to adress the person adressing him.-
-the doors opened and the Flygon Warrior whom was wanting to see the king appeared from the doors-
The warrior: "Desert Storm Lord Fly Sha'ran! I need audience with your royalty to discuss something involving a recent village raid!" -the warrior said sternly, the King playing it cool, standing up in his seat, holding his arms out in a careless fashion.-
Flygarra: "Flydraco... what do you even mean?" -he'd said with a sly tone-
Flydraco: "Gah! M'lord, why are you harming your own people?! Your burning down our own kind villages, snakes even lived there too, you could damage our relationship with Queen Sa'Qhala! Do you even know what you are doing Flygarra?!"
-suddenly, guards seemingly lept from the dark corners of the throne room and flew up to Flydraco, pointing their spears at him-
Flygarra: "Dare does one question my humble authority? I just needed my money from taxes! Are you just that dense that you cannot understand your own tribe?! Let alone this kingdom's rules and laws?!" -he'd growl, his staff, the "Terrain Decimator rose before Flydraco from the ground, and Flygarra flew at a high speed and snatched the staff before his eyes, and landed with a thud, using its main blade and side blades to hold Flydraco Hostage, the blades at his neck-
Flydraco: "In the name of Arceus above! Why do this to your own kind?!" -he cried out-
-Flygarra only smiled and sighed-
Flygarra: "Do you even know who to worship? Your useless to me... and i want all whom are useless to fade into sand!"
-Flygarra was going to run the defying warrior through with the main blade, but stopped. He'd grin and think of another cruel punishment for Flydraco.-
-The flygon warrior then went on an elevator to the throneroom-
-meanwhile in the throne room, the Flygon Desert Storm Lord was sitting in his throne, being fanned by two female flygons all dressed in black robings and gold armor, holding fans that looked like their wings, only their eyes, wings and tails being visible. The Flygon king was slumping in his seat, his wings uncomfortably folded against the back of the seat, his tail curling around his hip and laid on his legs. The king was contemplating somthing very deep, shadows from his agal head-dress shadowed his face, but he looked somewhat depressed, depressed from missing someone in his life...-
-the king rose his hand, and the women stopped fanning him, looking confused of how slow he was to raise his hand- One of the fan-women: "Baladay easifat alsahra' alrab. Hal 'ayu shay' yazaeijak?" (Translation: "My Desert Storm Lord. Does anything trouble you?" )
-The women said, worried, Flygarra only slowly raised his hand to her to silence her, he'd grumble and tilted his head down-
Flygarra: "No... nothing worried your king... its. ...somthing from my past..." -he said vaguely, feeling more sad-
-the women looked more worried, and quickly left him to go get him some medicine, letting some nearby guards to help them.-
-now the room was devoid of any peers, the king lifted his head, looking around the very ornate throne-room, he's sigh and reach his hand over to a hidden compartment in his throne-
-the sandstone hatch slid open after being pressed on, the king of the Flygons looked over on it, the compartment held two golden sandstone revolvers, all embossed with special markings for the king, he'd remove those duel revolvers and reach in deeper, he'd press on another plate and a compartment on the other arm of the throne opened up, he'd loom over it and then, softly smile-
-he'd take the object of intrest out of the compartment and held it in his hand, looking at it, having some feeling of nostalgia. It was a old dusty rusted Pokéball. He'd examine it well, blowing on it to remove some dust, it had faded paint, suggesting it was once an Ultra Ball. He'd smile at it, remembering the times he was back, unevolved from chi, with his old trainer, he'd try to remember his name but it couldn't come to his mind. He'd open it, thankfully, he'd removed its capture tractor beam emitter and on the inside so it would not capture him anymore. Inside of the ball was structured like a locket, showing a faded yellowed picture of his trainer on the inside of the top hemisphere. It also held a small necklace that the trainer once wore, the necklace had DNA Splicer attached to it, showing how special it was on the bottom hemisphere.-
Flygarra: "I wish i could come back to you... it's been ages... i've lived for a long time now thanks to the chi that furthere evolved me, and i'm afraid to go back to you, only to find that, you've passed..." -he said sadly, looking away, he'd then shudder and close the pokéball locket, and slowly put it back where it emerged from.-
-he'd put back the revolvers on the other side and closed the hatch, sighing in defeat, suddenly, he heard a knocking on the large wooden doors that led into his throne room, he'd grunted, straitened himself out in his throne and unfold his wings to make his apperance seem more regal. Ready to adress the person adressing him.-
-the doors opened and the Flygon Warrior whom was wanting to see the king appeared from the doors-
The warrior: "Desert Storm Lord Fly Sha'ran! I need audience with your royalty to discuss something involving a recent village raid!" -the warrior said sternly, the King playing it cool, standing up in his seat, holding his arms out in a careless fashion.-
Flygarra: "Flydraco... what do you even mean?" -he'd said with a sly tone-
Flydraco: "Gah! M'lord, why are you harming your own people?! Your burning down our own kind villages, snakes even lived there too, you could damage our relationship with Queen Sa'Qhala! Do you even know what you are doing Flygarra?!"
-suddenly, guards seemingly lept from the dark corners of the throne room and flew up to Flydraco, pointing their spears at him-
Flygarra: "Dare does one question my humble authority? I just needed my money from taxes! Are you just that dense that you cannot understand your own tribe?! Let alone this kingdom's rules and laws?!" -he'd growl, his staff, the "Terrain Decimator rose before Flydraco from the ground, and Flygarra flew at a high speed and snatched the staff before his eyes, and landed with a thud, using its main blade and side blades to hold Flydraco Hostage, the blades at his neck-
Flydraco: "In the name of Arceus above! Why do this to your own kind?!" -he cried out-
-Flygarra only smiled and sighed-
Flygarra: "Do you even know who to worship? Your useless to me... and i want all whom are useless to fade into sand!"
-Flygarra was going to run the defying warrior through with the main blade, but stopped. He'd grin and think of another cruel punishment for Flydraco.-
(OOC: WOW, fast moderation guys! )
-Flygarra sighed and his weapon angled down.-
Flygarra: "You are a compitent warrior and i want you to stay loyal to me! All people whom go against me die with indifference. Infidels they are!"
-Flydraco was then above a trapdoor, and the doors opened below his feet, he'd look down, cartoon logic applied for a few seconds before he fell down the pit, most likely leading to an cell-
-the trapdoors closed and the guards walked away, Flygarra puasing more deeply in thought...-
Flygarra: "Hm... maybe i'll get those two brothers into the action... and treat the little one like royalty, like my own son!"
-he'd then walk out of the throne-room, looking sly-
OOC: Hmm...IDK. I'm already the leader of the Bats in the main RP, and the Turtles and Snow Leopards here. Plus, I'm also going to lead the Vultures, Leopards, and possibly Ice Bears on the main RP. I think I'd lose my mind if I led anymore tribes.
(OOC: Oh no... shat am i gonna do niow?)
OOC: How can you see that? I'm seeing you quote posts that i can't see?
(OOC: Holy jeez! We discovered somthing similar to the Exoforce glitch! )
(OOC: Well no matter, it will be fixed someday, if it presists. batonmaster500. I have raised up alot of posts. So yeah. But its not technically spamming, im all replying to things that intrest me. )
(OOC: Holy jeez! We discovered somthing similar to the Exoforce glitch! )
(OOC: Well no matter, it will be fixed someday, if it presists. batonmaster500 . I have raised up alot of posts. So yeah. But its not technically spamming, im all replying to things that intrest me. )
(OOC: So go ahead, raise your post count! Feel free not to spam tho. Okay? anyways, can we continue what we were doing? )
(OOC: Well no matter, it will be fixed someday, if it presists. batonmaster500 . I have raised up alot of posts. So yeah. But its not technically spamming, im all replying to things that intrest me. )
(OOC: So go ahead, raise your post count! Feel free not to spam tho. Okay? anyways, can we continue what we were doing? )
OOC: I was just remarking that you had superpowers.
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anyways, can we continue what we were doing? 
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anyways, can we continue what we were doing? 
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