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Username: Tsunake
Entry For: Heatran
Prompt:

For as long as he could remember, he had borne no name, no heritage. He had grown alone and in darkness, his body consumed by molten waves that threatened to badly sear any who strayed to close—whether by accident or not. The memories flickered then, and he saw crackling, warping flesh, the scent of charred meat almost overwhelming. It was impossible to attach faces to all whom had unwittingly suffered the same fate, and he had stopped trying. What was the point? It only brought pain. Pain was messy, pain led to a spiral of negative thoughts and feelings. Rage was little better, though he could associate himself more easily with the heated emotions, and often allowed himself to be eaten up by it. He was truly a monster then, both in mind and body.

He had his moods like any other creature, though who was around to witness them? Some days, he would be still like a molten statue, his stare burning into nothing and his mind blank. Others, he was a demon, and his bellows were accompanied by a searing crackle of heat that poured from his gaping maw. His solitude had made him stronger, and the beast could rely on himself for survival... but in exchange, some of his humanity had been traded away. If any happened to discover him, the monstrous stallion could sometimes be heard muttering to himself in a low, gravelly tone that painfully pulled itself from his vocals. Perhaps it was madness--or a method to keep himself from falling into it.

Resentful... It was a strong word, but yes, he could imagine he fell between its layers. He resented his curse, resented those that had ostracized and even blamed him for his fate. They would never know how the ground sizzled with agony from each step he took, the way food threatened to turn to ash in his mouth. He would never know the cool taste of water as it quenched his throat, nor the feel of a cool breeze. When he thought about it for too long, it inevitably led to anger, and the terrible raging would begin again.

He was a beast not meant for this world of the living, and so the molten stallion had departed long ago towards the coldest peaks this land could offer. When the chilling winds would howl, the heat of his body increased tenfold as if threatened, and he could not be more satisfied. The temperatures here were dismal--so much that his body would harden and the heated glow of his skin would die away whenever he chose to stop moving. The brittle casing would spurt magma whenever the monster shifted, cracking, crumbling, and eventually thawing him out so he could either succumb again to his ragings, or else he would quietly still and allow the cold to dull his thoughts once more.

Somewhere within the warped patterns of his thoughts, the beast began to think of this mountain as his, and his alone. It was his place of solitude when the lands below the mountains had rejected him, and he found himself worked more and more into a frenzy to protect it. Let them keep their flammable earth and charring greens! He would be the Guardian of this frozen wasteland, fueling his terrible temper towards a more efficient task; let it rage towards those who invaded here, consuming their flesh and leaving their blackened bones to mark their folly.

Should one wander to the mountains for whatever reason, they would find a peculiar cave hewed into its side. No snow would touch the earth before it, and the very land would be blackened as though burned by a horrible fire. If they were lucky, they would only catch a glimpse of steam furling from a stilled figure--the first warnings that a dormant volcano was about to reawaken after centuries of slumber. Let them leave, then, if they had any sense of self-preservation... or they, too, would never come down from the mountain's icy peaks.

The metal bangles jingled around Heatran’s ankles as he moved, they were feeling heavy upon the guardians ankles today, as if the burden of his life was starting to take toll. There had been a time when Heatran had been considered a angel of the world, a silent observer who assisted the balance of light and darkness by being the very embodiment of both as the flames swirled around his body in an endless blush of red and black. Yet after the years started to warp his body he was also forgotten from the world he had held in such high accord.

Yet on the day that Heatran had finally broken through the rift between worlds, a smouldering heat that drifted from his body and burnt every around him. It was saddening, the notion of never being able to reach out and touch the world he had held in such high regard.

Stopping Heatran looked around; it was then that he saw it, the colours of dawn, the melting shimmering reds and oranges as they sunk into the horizon. It was hope. After all he knew that the sun was also hot yet twice a day its flames licked the landscape, surely all he needed to do would be to find his moment, his way to touch it also. The search for discovery begins now.

Name: SSBrosM
Prompt: for Corsola

Don’t evolve huh? Sure, some other pokemon get stronger or cooler looking by evolving (and sometimes uglier too) but I’m awesome! I’m only half-weak against fighting, and electric. Sure, grass type may be able to hurt me even more, but I can learn icy wind and other ice-type attacks that will freeze your grass so fast. And I can learn recover. That’s right, I’m just that awesome.

But let’s go back to the evolving thing. Does it look like I need to evolve to you? Heck, I’m so awesome that I don’t even NEED to evolve. That’s right, nature thought I was way too cool just to make me change into something else that would ruing my coolness. So when you think about trying to evolve that clamperl of yours or that shellder, remember, instead of using them on your team, use a pokemon that’s already awesome the way it is.

Name: The Silver Falcon
Entry For: Heatran
Prompt:

Prompt for Heatran

You were born intensely hot. So hot, in fact, that you inflict painful burns upon others by your mere presence. Because of this, you have grown up living a lonely solitary life. How do you feel about the circumstances you were born into? Are you resentful of those who can touch things and others without a fiery consequence? Are you saddened by your seemingly lonely fate? Angered? Discuss.

I'M ON FIRE!?!? D:

Preferences: My first preference would be Heatran, then Corsola.

Name: Chaifuzz
Entering for: Heatran
Prompt Response:

I sigh as I watch that last fiery rays of the sun dip below the horizon. Leaving the world cold... and dark. Except for my little place atop a hill crested by burnt trees and scorched rocks. Here it is bright and always warm. I am Heatran. I was born by fire, I am fire. I don't even know how my mother birthed me, I still feel bad about it. I can hear the night wind whispering cold things in my ear, about how I will never be like other pokesoqs. About how I will never be able to settle down with a mate and father wonderful children.

I close my ears to those poisoness whispers. The night wind creates resentment, fear. I am alone and will live alone. But I am not alone inside. Inside I burn as fiery as the great volcanos, hotter than the hottest flame. I warm myself from the inside out. Here I live in my little home, me, myself, and fire.

Username: ShinosBee
Entry for: Heatran





1- Hello everyone and welcome to POKEMON PAPARAZZI! Tonight we're gonna ask Heatran how it feels about being so very alone! Mark, can you hear me?

2- I hear you jeff! We're here at Heatran's cave, just about to go in and interview it! Now as you know, Heatran is [pokedex-typical blah blah here]...

3- And alright! Let's go on in! You following me camera guy?

4- Heatran! I choose you..TO DO AN INTERVIEW! So Heatran, the people want to know, how do you feel knowing you can never get close to anyone? Does it BURN you to know you can never have friends come for poffins? What's it like knowing you can't even leave the cave for fear this BEAUTIFLY...I mean BEAUTIFUL forest will burn up?!

5- *EXPLOSION*

6- *camera static*

7- OH DEAR GIRATINA EVERYTHING IS ON FI-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

8- *more camera static*

9- *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

10- ...OKAY THEN! This has been POKEMON PAPARAZZI! Join us next week as we try to ride a Lugia! ...I guess that interview really got him STEAMED, huh Mark? ...Mark?


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