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villainousvirus[Heatram's volcano lair has no merit whatsoever with little to provide but stifling heat and rocks. As an alien— no, legendary Pokemon, temperature doesn't usually mean much of anything to him, but Deoxys is at least familiar enough with rocks to know there's absolutely nothing good about them. He did crash to Earth in one, after all, torn out of his beautiful spacial backdrop of stars by Earth's gravitational pull.
Not that he ever saw the rest of space from within the cold hard innards of the meteorite that incubated him until then, but within the mountain you can't even see the sky. Heatran's lair is fairly spacious but to Deoxys it's cramped and oppressive, feeling the heavy ache in his chest and uncertain for a moment if it's home sickness for a place he never really knew, or the pain mirrored in this form from where the gem in his true body's chest is cracked to the centre.
For the umpteenth time, the boulder he's been focused on all day (night? He can't tell from in here) rattles and shakes, banging against the cave floor. Deoxys braces his hands against the wall he's slumped against, teeth clenched and sweating from the effort and the heat as he wills the giant rock into the air. He feels its oppressive weight in his head and then his chest is hit with a crushing pain. The boulder strikes the floor as Deoxys slides down to the floor gasping, one hand at his heart as he mutters curses between jagged breaths.]
Not that he ever saw the rest of space from within the cold hard innards of the meteorite that incubated him until then, but within the mountain you can't even see the sky. Heatran's lair is fairly spacious but to Deoxys it's cramped and oppressive, feeling the heavy ache in his chest and uncertain for a moment if it's home sickness for a place he never really knew, or the pain mirrored in this form from where the gem in his true body's chest is cracked to the centre.
For the umpteenth time, the boulder he's been focused on all day (night? He can't tell from in here) rattles and shakes, banging against the cave floor. Deoxys braces his hands against the wall he's slumped against, teeth clenched and sweating from the effort and the heat as he wills the giant rock into the air. He feels its oppressive weight in his head and then his chest is hit with a crushing pain. The boulder strikes the floor as Deoxys slides down to the floor gasping, one hand at his heart as he mutters curses between jagged breaths.]