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I can't think about tomorrow / On down the road to the unknown
Words: 290 | Tagged: Zernebog Notes: I need muse for a new template
It was a bright, sunny day, and Aeon was already up and about, tending to his two rowdy Pokemon and the first two of their eggs. Once the two parents were fed for the morning, Aeon set about making sure there were no repairs that needed to be made to the fence marking off his property. The house and fence hadn’t looked like they were in too bad of condition when he purchased the place, but it was better to check and be sure; especially considering how badly the ranch house needed a new coat of paint.
Despite the shape his new house was in, he had managed to get the name of the ranch up on a sign over the entrance the day before. The sign now proudly displayed the name “Pendragon Ranch” in bold paint strokes. For now it wasn’t a very fancy paint job, but it was enough to get the job done. He’d likely give it a more decorative paint job after getting the house repainted.
There wasn’t much disturbance around his ranch. It was just outside of town so he had a lot of land, and few neighbors. When someone did happen to pass by though, his keen-eared Vulpix, Vulina, was quick to sound an alarm bark.
While Aeon was busy tending to a small garden at the back of the house, Vulina did just this. She’d heard someone coming along the road and started giving off a shrill cry. Her racket was more insistent than usual, which likely meant someone was actually approaching the ranch rather than just passing by. Aeon chuckled when the racket hit his ears and he left the garden for later to see who had gotten her so riled up.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 2:20:00 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Aeon }{ words 324 }{ short notes: BSOD }
I wonder how much longer I have to walk down this road before I finally get to that port city?
Zernebog looked bored as he walked on one of the rare dirt roads in Unova. The most interesting thing he had seen so far since that bizarre night at Dragonspiral Tower was the weird breakdancing gang he had encountered and exchanged numbers and tips with. It was strange to see a gang to be so welcoming and accommodating of strangers like him, but that was probably because he already looked like a thug.
Well, at least he and Diomedes had fun learning some sweet new dance moves. Now if only there was something interesting along the road aside from the occasional house or ranch or even old, beat-up sign, then he’d have something better to show for this little jaunt than that weird white and red butterfly that turned into a Caterpie. As it was, both him and Diomedes were bored out of their heads as they continued walking.
Suddenly, Diomedes stopped. ”Lu…?” He tilted his head and squinted, as if he wasn’t sure of what he was seeing.
Seeing Diomedes stop, Zernebog frowned and stopped as well. ”What is it, Dio?” The white haired trainer asked as he turned towards his Lucario with furrowed brows.
In response, Diomedes pointed upwards. ”Lucario.” The Lucario added as he gestured towards the sight with his other hand.
”Look, Dio, I don’t see what’s so….” Zernebog began as his eyes followed the canine pokemon’s paw, only for his voice to catch in his throat when his eyes registered just exactly what he was looking at. ”…important….”
Pendragon Ranch? What the hell? Was this some sort of sick joke? When he said that he wanted something interesting to happen, he didn’t mean something like this!
An icy chill crept up his spine and gripped at his heart. What the hell was going on here?!
I can't think about tomorrow / On down the road to the unknown
Words: 222 | Tagged: Zernebog Notes: Stuff between { } are spoken so only Pokemon can understand
Aeon made it around to the front of the house and scooped up the currently very spastic Vulpix. Scratching behind her ears, he looked up toward the front gate and saw who’d gotten her so worked up. He stood around the same height as Aeon; give or take an inch or two, and had sharp gold eyes. For some reason he seemed oddly familiar, though the white haired breeder knew he’d never met him before in his life.
Now that Vulina had calmed down he began walking toward the front gate, his scarf waving a bit as a breeze passed by. He had a business to run and this person may have been interested in his currently limited amount of species he could produce. Shifting the now cuddly Vulpix to one arm, he adjusted his glasses with his index and middle finger. “Hey there. If you’re looking for Pokemon or eggs, I’m sorry but I don’t have much of a selection to choose from at this time.”
It was best to be polite, or he could get a bad rep and then get no customers at all. At that point, Nipper, his Sandile, had decided to investigate the disturbance as well. The little reptile waddled up to his feet and gave a jealous hiss at Vulina. {You butt, I want petted too.}
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 3:19:33 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Aeon }{ words 309 }{ short notes: volcano }
Gold eyes stared intently at the sign above. The gaze was so intense that it was a wonder that the sign wasn’t already burning from the sheer heat behind it. Even though his eyes were practically burning holes into the sign, the rest of his face remained hard and stony, like it had been carved from rock.
That look chilled Diomedes to the bone. The young Lucario wished that he had never pointed it out now, but he would be even more upset if he didn’t.
“Hey there. If you’re looking for Pokemon or eggs, I’m sorry but I don’t have much of a selection to choose from at this time.” Those burning golden eyes turned from the sign and towards the male voice.
”No. I’m not looking for either of those.” Zernebog spoke in a cool and calm voice. His voice sounded so smooth without the usual rough and gruff tone that he put into it that he almost sounded… sophisticated.
A chill crept up Diomedes’ spine. Even if he wasn’t an empath due to his aura-reading abilities, he knew his trainer well enough to know that his current demeanor wasn’t a good sign.
Unaware of the sudden fear and cautiousness that gripped his pokemon companion, Zernebog continued to talk. ”I was just curious about the sign. Where did you get the name from?”
Beside him, Diomedes was unusually quiet as he watched the interactions between the two humans and the two small pokemon. He was too nervous to actually strike up a conversation with the other man’s pokemon. He never knew if he needed to restrain him from going on a murderous rampage or worse, and he needed to be ready if that actually happened. He was hoping that it wouldn’t come to that, but his trainer and primary father had never been a predictable human.
I can't think about tomorrow / On down the road to the unknown
Words: 158 | Tagged: Zernebog Notes: Muse, y u no let me make longer posts?
”I was just curious about the sign. Where did you get the name from?”
The question struck Aeon as a bit odd. A lot of ranches had their names taken from either the owner or founder of the ranch. He tilted his head to the side slightly, contemplating why the stranger would have asked the question. It was at that point he realized he hadn’t introduced himself at all.
Quickly he set Vulina down, and the little canine immediately started running excited circles around the still rather put out reptile. The two romped around the front yard playfully, barely paying any mind to the stranger and his Lucario.
“Oh right, sorry, completely forgot to introduce myself,” Aeon playfully smacked the side of his head as he spoke, a rather goofy grin spreading on his face, before walking up to the gate and extending his hand in greeting. “The ranch is named after me. My name’s Aeon Tiberius Pendragon.”
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 4:00:54 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Aeon }{ words 316 }{ short notes: volcano }
When Zernebog had asked his question, he was hoping to Arceus that he got any other answer than the one he was thinking of. He would hate to think of all the implications it would bring if he was correct. After all, how many other Pendragons were there in the world
“The ranch is named after me. My name’s Aeon Tiberius Pendragon.” Unfortunately, his gut was right. It took all of his self-control to not deck the man in the face or scream in incoherent rage. The only visible reaction Zernebog had to his name was his eyes going from smouldering rage to an eerie, icy calm.
That reaction only served to alarm Diomedes even further, especially when the oblivious idiot actually extended his hand for a handshake to the livid trainer. The Lucario surrepticiously stepped closer to his trainer in case he tried something completely stupid and violent that would get them kicked off of the region.
A pleasant smile spread itself on his face as he took the hand. ”A pleasure to meet you, Aeon. I’m Zernebog Romanov.” Zernebog managed to restrain himself by only applying enough pressure in the handshake to dislocate a few bones in a normal man’s hands.
That sounded warm and pleasant to most people and pokemon, especially with Zernebog’s impressive acting skills. However, Diomedes was good enough to see the icy fury laced throughout Pops’ aura, which told him just how insincere it was. Perhaps he should start warning the guy to back away so that he could calm his trainer down before he acted on those dark instincts in his head.
Zernebog held the hand for a few moments using that same crushing force before letting go. ”Pendragon, huh? That certainly sounds familiar.” He remarked, still with that unsettlingly pleasant smile plastered on his face as he unabashedly dangled the bait in front of the poor man.
I can't think about tomorrow / On down the road to the unknown
Words: 175 | Tagged: Zernebog Notes: At least it's longer than the last post
At first Zernebog’s counter introduction seemed innocent enough, but Aeon began having some second thoughts after feeling the pressure of the handshake. If he hadn’t spent a lot of spare time hanging out with friends getting into trouble in some shadier parts of Orre, his hand would have been in quite a bit of pain. In return, Aeon gave pressure to his hand as well, a simple warning that he wasn’t some weakling who couldn’t hold their own.
Retracting his hand after the rather confrontational handshake, he gave Zernebog a slightly dark smile. Zernebog’s own smile seemed innocent enough, but Aeon had seen that kind of smile coupled with that kind of handshake before, and it was never as innocent as it appeared. He shifted slightly, a tad on edge now and took a half step back.
“I’m not really surprised you’ve heard the name before. My mother always said my father was off traveling the world.” What Aeon didn’t say were the believable rumors about his father he’d heard from many of his neighbors.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 4:26:46 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Aeon }{ words 244 }{ short notes: volcano }
So this Aeon dude had some force in his grip. Not enough to even make Zernebog pause considering the kind of people he used to deal with in his darker days, but enough to indicate that he was tougher than normal.
Good. He’d hate to find out that one of his father’s bastard offspring was a wimp. He may have dropped the Pendragon name, but he still cared about the family’s reputation for toughness –or so his father used to boast back when he was just a kid- somewhat. And frankly, he wouldn’t be sure what to do if his father’s bastard offspring was as delicate as a flower. It would make him feel more guilty, he supposed.
That dark smile and step back was an indication that the guy did have some sense of self-preservation. Diomedes –and even Zernebog to some extent- was starting to think that the guy was a bit suicidal by how he was casually approaching the mad Zernebog. But then again, he didn’t know that the guy was furious… yet.
The pleasant grin was still plastered on his face even as he made an idle remark. ”He does tend to do that a lot, doesn’t he?” Though his voice was still completely calm, there was a bit of a whimsical tone that managed to seep in. ”Travel. But that’s just part of the blood, I guess.” He continued, completely and utterly aware of what he was insinuating.
Aeon immediately paused, his face clearly showing a dumbfounded expression at Zernebog’s last statement. By blood? The gears in his head started turning again and a slow look of realization crossed his face. He let out an annoyed groan and immediately facepalmed. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
Running his hand over his face and through his hair, he gave Zernebog a serious look. “So I take it all the rumors about him being a traveling man-whore are true then. That figures.” He lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug before letting them slump a bit in defeat. “And here I was with a small part of my mind still hoping they were just jealous of him being adventurous enough to leave Orre.”
He rubbed the back of his head a bit awkwardly, not sure how to feel about the fact he had an unknown sibling. “Well, ya wanna come in for a drink or something? Blood’s thicker than water after all, and I’m not going to give anyone the excuse to call me inhospitable.” Aeon motioned toward the ranch house as he spoke, inadvertently giving his scarf a little flourish as his shoulder shifted.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 5:22:53 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Aeon }{ words 306 }{ short notes: volcano }
Zernebog couldn’t help but feel a little satisfaction as the dumbfounded look crossed the guy’s face. That’s always a good sign that his hook was successful, and the guy’s next statement only confirmed it. The satisfaction helped some of the ice-cold fury in his veins secede, making him slightly less likely to throttle the man.
”I’m sorry to disappoint you.” Zernebog sounded completely sincere when he said that. He wasn’t. ”But that man’s not even from Orre.”
He was more than aware that it wasn’t the point the other guy was trying to make, but he wanted to make him feel what he was feeling right now, even if it was just a fraction. It was petty, but it was better than acting on the urges that were boiling underneath the surface, taunting and teasing him to act on his darker desires like he used to.
But then the man’s next statement registered, making Zernebog blink in shock before the icy rage in his veins practically forced his facial expression back into the eerily-pleasant one.
”Are you implying that we’re siblings?” Zernebog raised an eyebrow, though it couldn’t be seen behind his bandana. ”I just said that the wanderlust was in that man’s blood. I never related that statement to myself.”
Of course, Aeon’s assumption was actually correct on both counts. But he wasn’t going to admit that. Not without a fight. Just being reminded of his father’s manwhore ways and the real reason why he had left them back in Sinnoh all those years ago still made him grit his teeth even if he understood the reason for the latter, and frankly acknowledging that he had even more half-siblings than the ones from the step-monster was like a thunder bolt to the chest. Still felt horrible even after all of these years.
I can't think about tomorrow / On down the road to the unknown
Words: 209 | Tagged: Zernebog Notes: Such a mean little brother
“Sheesh, sorry for assuming that I had siblings I didn’t know about after hearing my father was a traveling man-whore for the past 24 years. Not like you don’t look enough like me to pass as a sibling.” Aeon’s tone was rather terse. He’d actually toyed with the thought of having siblings before, and thought it would be nice to know more family than just his mother. “And I’d already known he wasn’t from Orre, but he’d been there for about six months and then left before my mother even knew she was pregnant.”
Vulina and Nipper immediately picked up on his change in demeanor, both of them trotting over and making noises up at him. Glancing down, Aeon saw the worried looks on his Pokemon’s faces and kneeled down to give them both a somewhat sad smile and a reassuring pat. “I’m fine guys, go back to your games.”
The two Pokemon stubbornly refused to leave his side, so he just sighed and straightened up, stretching his back slightly. His expression was rather somber as he adjusted his scarf against another breeze before looking back to Zernebog. “If all you came here to do was poke at the fact I’m a bastard then you may as well leave.”
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 6:17:47 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Aeon }{ words 306 }{ short notes: volcano }
24 years? That meant that this Aeon guy was older than he was! He was born before he was, meaning that he wasn’t the product of his dad cheating on his mom during the marriage. The icy fury in his veins died down to a point that it was no longer a raging river, but merely a stagnant pond that was barely even there.
Diomedes sensed the sudden change in demeanor of his trainer though it didn’t show in his face or actions, enabling him to relax. Crisis averted. He really had to hear the full story of Pops and his dad from Theus or Rion just so he knew why his trainer was so angry. That much rage was completely uncharacteristic of the man; in fact he could count the other times he had seen him that mad on one paw.
The man’s next words triggered another set of emotions in Zernebog’s head, primarily guilt. It was an emotion that he was absolutely sick of feeling, and it only made him angrier.
Don’t blame him. He’s innocent. Don’t blame him. He’s innocent. Don’t blame him. He’s innocent. Zernebog chanted the mental mantra in his head to push the cocktail of guilt and irritation back down in the depths of his subconscious where it belonged.
”…Look.” Zernebog sighed as he dropped the pleasant façade. ”That’s not what I’m here for. I didn’t even know you existed before today.”
He then chuckled dryly. ”I should have figured that I would find another one of my half-siblings sooner or later anyway. It was only a matter of time considering his track record.” He then steeled his jaw and offered the man a genuine grin. ”Aeon, right? Is that offer of yours to go inside still available? I could go for some tea now.”
I can't think about tomorrow / On down the road to the unknown
Words: 182 | Tagged: Zernebog Notes: Love of tea is genetic
Aeon stayed quiet a moment before responding, examining Zernebog for any outward signs of hostility. Finding none, he let out a slight huff, “Ya mind making up your mind on whether we’re siblings or not?” Despite his words, Aeon’s mood was boosted a bit. A hint of his usual cocky grin tugged at his lips. He was slouched slightly, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants, making him look an inch or so shorter than he actually was.
Giving a slight jerk of his head, he motioned toward the house. “Yeah, I could use some tea right now as well.” It was a relief that the tension in the air had subsided. He’d learned quite a bit about fighting and defending himself in The Under, but it had been a good few years since his last bout in that dark place.
He started walking at an even pace toward the front door, having to walk carefully due to the bouncing Vulpix at his feet. Nipper toddled along after him, doing his best on his short legs to keep on Aeon’s heels.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Nov 6, 2013 17:44:03 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Aeon }{ words 261 }{ short notes: simmer }
Seeing a hint of a grin on the other man’s lips, Zernebog relaxed a bit further and offered him a small smirk as well. Good. No harm done despite his usual anger about the subject almost rearing its ugly head again.
Diomedes grinned and relaxed as well upon seeing the emergence of Zernebog’s usual demeanor. DEFCON 3 averted~! He didn’t have to dispose of any bodies or make excuses about levelled property, thank Arceus. That would’ve been extremely awkward to explain.
”Well, you already figured it out.” Zernebog shrugged and chuckled. ”It’s a waste of breath trying to deny it any further, considering even our looks are against me in this.”
Zernebog took a moment to observe the other man’s posture. It was lax and slouched, indicating that he was relaxed and didn’t have formal military training for any kind. He didn’t look like he had any formal self-defense or martial arts training either, but he could just be extremely good at hiding any visible signs of formal training. He’d met some who were skilled enough to pull it off with ease.
”Great. Let’s go.” He grinned as he and Diomedes followed behind the older man and his pokemon while casually keeping an eye on the surroundings and burning them into memory. It was nice to see that he had an affinity for tea as well. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Well, there’s always the chance that he might be like the hellspawn of the step-monster, but he could always hope for the best, right?
I can't think about tomorrow / On down the road to the unknown
Words: 308 | Tagged: Zernebog Notes: Longest post on this site to date lol
Aeon pulled the front door open, the aging hinges giving a whine, clearly indicating they needed a good oiling soon. Before stepping through the door, he lightly kicked his right foot against the door sill exactly three times. It was an odd habit he’d picked up as a child after being badgered about tracking sand into the house. He’d only ever do it with his right foot though, and it drove his mother batty. Remembering her fuming expression, the breeder couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle as he strode into the house.
The interior of the building was in a much less sorry shape than the exterior, though the furnishings and decorations were sparse. The layout of the house was very open, the living room only being distinguished from the dining room by the edge of the carpeting. There was a more noticeable divide between the kitchen and the rest of the house in the form of a breakfast counter. A small porch could be seen through sliding glass doors past the table in the dining room. Beyond it was the expansive backyard.
The older of the two brothers headed straight for the brightly lit kitchen. Swiftly he scooped up the tea kettle on the stove, filling it with water from the sink before returning it and turning the burner beneath it on. While the water began to heat, he deftly went about setting up two cups, grabbing a bag of Earl Grey for himself. “What kind of tea do you want? White, black, green, oolong?”
While the humans were preoccupied with tea, Nipper toddled over to a sunny patch by the glass doors to the yard and curled up, soaking up the sunlight. Vulina, on the other hand, still had plenty of energy and walked up to Diomedes, staring up at him with curious eyes.
