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At Alba’s words, the Kings eyes opened slowly. He turned and stared at Alba, silent. His body begun to feel numb, and he leaned his weight into his Ally’s comforting embrace, still going over what he had just heard in his foggy mind.

“...I beg your pardon?”

He whispered, but he understood fine well what Alba was suggesting. Slowly, Duke turned to look back up at the statues of his family. He took a good few minutes to consider...is this right? Will he benefit from it?  ...is it what they would want?

With a deep, solemn sigh, he finally speaks.

“If it is within your capabilities, my friend. I do not wish to ask too much of you.”

His wise eyes fell to his three deceased children...and he felt a lump of anguish form in his ragged throat. Was he really, truly getting another chance? After all these years?

“I’m sure...the children miss me as much as I miss them...”

No. Duke would not allow himself to cry again. He’d be strong for this. For his family. For Alba. He’d be the strong, brave King he always strived to be.

“Very well. You have my blessing. I will speak with them...one last time.”

A Broken Crown

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It’s been a while since I’ve really done anything on this account, and a lot of my followers are inactive now. I’d really appreciate it if you guys could give this post a like and/or a reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with an indie, semi-sel Goodra OC for Pokemon!

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Rowlet & friends.

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Y'know? That servant of yours? That stupid owl? You are making a mistake on having him by your side. A dangerous one. Have you not seen what he has done, and what he can actually do? That bird's a murderer by nature, a GHOST, and it is only a matter of time before he either plays by those instincts and brings pain to your kingdom, or, worse, to you. If you are to not listen, I cannot wait for the day he decides to overthrow you and standing with an arrow at your throat, you will recall all this.

…a low chuckle from the King.

“That may be so, but a King must trust his instincts. Alba is not just a servant. He is a loyal ally and a friend. I trust him with my life, and if he decides to break his promises and my trust in him, do not underestimate my ability to defeat him in battle. A King must not only be vigilant, but powerful; how can I protect my kingdom, my subjects and myself without knowing how to fight?”

With a smile, he taps his beak with a claw.

“Who do you think won the great Arctic wars..?”

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POKE AT THEM. pester them, dig into their PET PEEVES and use them to your advantage. make my muse SEETHING with rage at yours, push their limits and see how far you can make them go. **NOTE: for some muses, use this with CAUTION.

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“Th-the Lord of Time himself?!”

Dukevier bows low before the deity, his hands clasped together in respect. Seeing one of Sinnohs great legends up close and personal...it’s like a dream come true for the Arctic King.

“I am at your service, my Lord.”

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𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡𝘩 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦  

...his ally’s words pierced him to his frozen core. 

As he lay there in his own blood and sorrow, listening to Alba’s voice, his tired eyes slowly shed their heartbroken glaze and regained that familiar glint of a wise king. He whispered an apology, less for being so weak, but more for allowing Alba to see his King in such a state...

“...dear friend, I’m sorry...”

𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠𝘩 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔  𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒  

As Alba finished his speech, Duke slowly and shakily raised himself off of the ground, panting as he stood, the blood still gushing from his chest. His legs were weak, but he held himself, not straight and proud like he always was, but relaxed, at ease, his wings hanging by his sides. The glow of his horns grew brighter, and he looked into Albas eyes.

“You speak the truth. You have stayed true to your vows, and for that I am forever in your debt...I have not known a friend such as you in many years. You are more than a servant...you are my friend, and damn me for forgetting it.”

𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑡  

His eyes closed and he sighed through his nose, laying a clawed hand on his friends shoulder.

“Alba, I apologise for keeping this from you...it is my darkest secret. On this day, every year, I isolate myself in this very room, and I pray...not to a deity, but to the souls I have lost. I show my shame, my regret, my apologies to them, by drawing my blood at their feet...but now I realise, they would not want this. To see me this weak. I must cease this foolishness...I thank you for making me realise this.”

With a solemn smile, he took Albas own wing gently in his, and turned his attention to the wall behind him, shining his light on the figures.

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝘩, 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠  

“There they are...”

The light glistened on four ice sculptures, sitting propped up against the wall... In the middle, an Empoleon, sleek and tall, with tender, kindly eyes and a soft smile upon her beak...

“My Queen, Amelia. My beautiful wife...my soulmate. She was my whole life. My partner. She fought beside me, ruled with me, stayed with me until the end. I promised her I would keep our kingdom peaceful. She was a shining star...” 

A pause as the King gazed into the lifelike eyes of his Queen, tears forming in his own.

𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒  

Dukes light fell on the three smaller sculptures by Amelia’s feet...Piplup.

The first, to the left, was a small male, standing tall and proud like his father, with happy, royal eyes.

“The young prince, Adrian. My second son... He looked up to me as his idol. He always dreamed of being King. He’d follow my every move, and I’d tell him stories of war before bed time...such a bright young soul, full of potential and excitement. One in a million.”

The second, a tall male, sleek like his mother, with proud eyes. He had horn-like feathers on his head, which he held high.

“The eldest prince, Julian. He was just like his mother. Regal, elegant, perfect manners...he wanted to be an artisan. Amelia taught him to sculpt, she was so talented...eventually he became as skilled as she was. Julian was a creative young soul. Always full of new ideas.”

The third, a runt, scruffy, feathers sticking out all over her, and large, innocent eyes. She clung to her mothers leg with tiny flippers.

“The youngest, Princess Helena. Shy, quiet, she never left her mothers side...one wouldn’t think she dreamed of travelling the world when she grew older. She heard tales of exploration teams and their adventures, and her timidness disappeared. She was truly an explorer at heart.”

The happiness in Dukes eyes...slowly faded to a look of grief like no other.

“...they’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛  𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦  𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒  

Tears begun to flow uncontrollably from Dukevier’s eyes. He stood tall, staring at his family, sobbing.

“One day I took them out to teach them to fish. Told them to wait on the surface while I dove under the ice to show them what to do...I was gone for too long. I forgot it wasn’t safe this time of year. The Beartic were hunting near where we were. When I surfaced, there was a giant Beartic between me and them. He was the biggest, most aggressive of them all. The whole Arctic feared his name. Muta. When I tried to intervene, he gave me this scar, and threw me back into the water. When I managed to surface...”

Shaking, choking back tears, he fell to his knees, staring up at his wife with wide, broken eyes.

“Gone. Just like that. Their blood stained the ice for months. I had to bury them. My own wife and children. I lost them, in a moment, because I made one mistake...and Muta still walks free to this day.”

His eyes closed and his tears flowed down his face, dripping loudly to the floor and mixing with the blood.

“I will NEVER forgive myself. I was their protector, and I failed them. I pray their forgiveness. I pray they can hear me still. I love you all so dearly. I love you all. I miss you. I can never have you back...and it’s my fault.”

Silence. The King knelt there in silence, his tears pouring freely onto the ice, the drips echoing around the empty room, and the light from his horns created a glow on the surface of the sculptures, their lifeless eyes glistening in the dim.

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𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛  𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒

A Broken Crown

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(( Hey guys just a heads up, I’m about to post a reply to the thread with @decidxeye. A Broken Crown.

In this reply, I’m revealing Dukes entire backstory. The thing I have been hinting at and building up to for months. I am so fucking proud of this thread, the character development that has happened between these two muses, and the level of writing I have achieved. 

I would really, really appreciate if y’all could check it out. It not only sheds light onto Dukes backstory, but it is some of the best writing I have ever done. I made myself cry. Yes. I’m crying right now. Please give it a read <3

I recommend listening to this song while you read, it is the theme for the Broken Crown thread, and my reply also features the lyrics: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXzDu071RdQ

Ignore this if you want though, lol. 

If you do check it out, thank you <3 ))

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(( oh  n o. i live in the UK so our mothers day was a month ago but i realised that Americas mothers day is today and now im sad because Duke. Well, Duke doesn’t celebrate it the same way other people do ;v; ))

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starter call

(( I’m way too inactive so maybe a starter call will jog my muse. Like for a starter <3 ))

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(( thank u for reading the rules *poses* ))

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