Post by bbygwolfdog on Apr 5, 2011 15:22:25 GMT -5
B L A Z E the A R C A N I N E
Black nose to the wind and large paws gripping onto the earth, Blaze widened his eyes as they focused on his blurry surroundings. He welcomed the sight of the island passing him on one side and the endless water greeting him on the other. The sun lazily rose toward its peak in the sky, weaving blades of sunlight through the clouds and granting the moon, a day's peace for rest. It all went so quickly and yet the Arcanine was able to absorb it all, connect to every single living thing while still remaining a solid object. A swift solid object too.
Rippling with incontestable strength and devouring the distance between the edges of the island and the horizon ahead. Then suddenly, his massive body twisted and he made a sharp turn. Kicking up his haunches, he aimed his broad chest toward the inner territories and his body followed with no hesitation. Extreme Speed pushed adrenaline through him, allowing him to surge forth with little effort and reach speeds that few Pokemon could manage. But even now, as he bolted through like a wildfire catching on the canopies above him, Blaze was merely at a sprint. It was a warm up if anything, it was hardly a true spectacle of speed but rather a warning of what was possible.
The Arcanine slowed as he approached the thicker foliage of the forest floor, addressing the quaint smells with a flick of his ears and a twitch of his black nose. His golden eyes narrowed, resuming the stoic facade that he often wore. His exuberance and excitement, the pounding of his heart slowed as Blaze composed himself. His youth was disguised by the cold distance in his face, the lack of expression and perhaps blunt attitude toward others. Pokemon assumed that he was grumpy, that he was annoyed or simply didn't care. By appearance, it would seem so but by action, they knew him to be good heart and generous. Wealthy with kindness but low on social interactions. He wasn't the sort of laugh openly or talk of his feelings, in fact.
Blaze rarely spoke at all, for his voice was low and growly. More then a rumble but less then a snarl, it wasn't pleasant. But there was an endearing charm, for it was a little child-like although he hid it well around others. The Arcanine was a gentleman though, polite through physical gestures rather then painting facial expressions. Nevertheless, many knew him for he was one of the six. He was one of the original ones. But he hated to be called one. For Blaze felt being called one of the six, was like being called one of the sinners. For although he adored the others, they were Blaze's only family and his closest friends. It meant that he was one of the first Pokemon to betray his master and that was the hardest title, the biggest burden that he wore.
The canopies above him laced their finger-like branches together, becoming a tunnel for which he followed. The path was worn, dirt and rotting leaves from the winter covering the ground and creating a slippery tile. But his claws were thick and his pads were wide, cushioning and grabbing on so that he would not slip. Not only that, his large paws distributed his weight and with cautious, but quick and decisive steps. There was no danger of Blaze looking foolish for slipping nor even loosing his balance. These were pathways that the Arcanine had walked millions of times, in fact beneath the layer of rotted leaves. It was his paws that created the indentations, that allowed little bits of water to pool there.
It was his paws and little others from the other six beneath the initial cover of dead plants. In the shadows of the forest, he traveled at a leisurely pace for there wasn't too much eagerness to arrive although there was much to anticipate and look forward to at his destination. Blaze always made a note not to act too excited for anything, extreme emotions were simply not his thing. Suddenly the darkness broke and he heard the trickle of water, his golden eyes lit with a fiery satisfaction but it retreated quickly. He pitched his ears forward and glared out, Blaze was not the only one in the watering hole and although it was not fear that stiffened his already taut muscles. It was concern, it was wariness...it was loneliness deciding to take his heart and chain it back into the darkness, the cool solidarity of the forest. For he was Blaze, one of the six. Blaze, one of the leaders of the island, Oran. No longer just Blaze the Arcanine.
ooc: open! :3