Through the Marsh

Paradox’s head turned, and that was the first glimpse Omega caught of the gleam from a wild Pokemon. The thing was, Paradox didn’t bristle or tense like he had when any other Pokemon had approached. Instead, he and whatever it was stared at each other for the longest time, though it couldn’t have been more than a minute at most. She peered around the protective goat Pokemon, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw it. A curved horn seemed to glow in...

The thick swamp reached up to his knees already. Kurai hated every second of it. But of course he couldn't have shut up earlier.Peksy, Haruki and Ana on his shoulders, trying to keep themselves as far away from the thick mass underneath them as possible. He huffe...

As he traversed through the obscured marshland, the black, tar-like water only seemed to be getting more viscous. Eyes glinted from the swathes of shadows, the undergrowth rustling as he could hear the faintest of growling. Splendid, but at least his leg worked well enough for him to run now if need be. It was really starting to seem like Aza was going to need an escape plan if he wanted to survive and get to Murkhaven.    Why did anyone even live out here? Sure, Brookfell was...

Omega stood at the edge of the swamp, her sharp brown eyes taking in all the damage done to the plant life and any wildlife that dared to spy on her. The sounds of calls were loud, much louder then she’d have thought. Still, despite the hammering of her heart against the back of her ribcage, she could feel the slight vibration under her skin of excitement and wonder. Yeah, she was scared, but this was new terrain to explore! New things to learn and experience!...

This had proven to be a horrendous idea; he knew he was getting closer to Murkhaven, but even being able to see the lights on the distant horizon wasn't much. After all, there were simply lights from the buildings; this nightmarish landscape didn't even have light beacons. Aza quite honestly felt like he was going to go mad before he got there.   He had tripped on overgrown roots at least a few times by now, a...

The past several weeks had been exhausting; falling down a mineshaft, breaking his leg, and traveling all the way to Thunderdale had not been his idea of a great time. It made him question if his reasoning was sound, or if the vengeful spirits compelled him way more than he had thought. Traversing through a dark, somber marshland didn't help matters at all.    While the spirits were loudest in complete darkne...

Murkhaven was far from what Corvus would consider a habitable place. To him, it just looked like a barren, grim wasteland. The fog had done a number on the area, with spindly trees stripped of their bark and leaves. Color had been drained from the marshlands, with dull grays and browns dominating against a pale, gloomy sky. The clouds hung heavily over this area, and Corvus wondered if these people ever saw the light of the sun. ...