(My third and final request from @fields-of-flame-and-heather!)
There is a traditional Mahogany fable that tells the story of how the Lake of Rage came to be. According to legend, there was once a violent gyarados by the name of Gekida that terrorised the pokémon of the forest, felling their homes and destroying their food for no reason other than to sate his anger. In retaliation, the pokémon gathered together and tricked Gekida into chasing the smallest rattata to the bottom of a deep crater at the heart of the forest. The rattata was light and spry, so crawled back out of the crater with ease, but Gekida, swollen with food and fatigued with anger, could not escape. The more he raged and thrashed, the deeper and wider the crater became, making it harder still for him to climb out. Time passed, rivers shifted, and rain fell, filling the crater with water and turning it into a lake, but Gekida never emerged. It is said that his spirit is still down there, and that it floods the land around the lake every year with its ancient rage.
People are encouraged never to keep magikarp in indoor tanks. As there are no visual or behavioural cues that indicate when this pokémon is preparing to evolve, they can easily do so without warning, transforming into vast, angry beasts fully capable of destroying a house.
Despite being useless swimmers and utterly incapable of fending off predators, magikarp are actually some of the most steadfast pokémon in existence. They can survive in almost any environment, be it the ocean, rivers or lakes, and are the only water-dwelling species that can live in waters damaged by pollution and oil spills. They also rarely suffer from infections, as their immune systems target problems far more quickly and effectively than those of most pokémon. This biological hardiness is thought to be why they have managed to survive as a species, despite their many failings.
Red gyarados are the most common form of shiny gyarados, but mutations have been recorded that result in black and green colourations.
Although the average gyarados is about seven meters long, some sea-dwelling ones reach a length of up to twelve meters.
Magikarp are, as one might expect, fairly impossible to train. However, research suggests that this may not be because they cannot comprehend simple commands, but because they have difficulty executing them. Indeed, gyarados that have been reared since they were magikarps show more responsiveness to their trainers if said trainers made attempts to tutor them before they evolved. This implies that there is some benefit in trying to train your magikarp, even if it lacks the ability to do what you ask.
Even though wild gyarados have an (accurate) reputation for being bad tempered and aggressive, they are not the most difficult pokémon to train. As they are of limited intelligence, it is not hard to get them to respond to basic conditioning, and their angry habits can be mostly trained out of them with enough positive reinforcement - in time, they become fairly obedient pokémon. This is not to say that they won’t have occasional tantrums, but they will calm down at their trainer’s command, particularly if there is a potential tasty reward for doing so.
Because of their reputation, gyarados get a lot of bad press. Exaggerated stories of them hurting or killing their trainers are rife in the media, even though statistics show that you are more likely to be injured by an espurr than a trained gyarados.
i scream my throat raw, i make marks with my voice,
i rage, i thrash, i tear down the walls brick by brick
i stir the seas, i am a storm by choice,
but by the end of the night when the wretched day breaks,
i am pushed to the bottom of my own ocean, forced to settle, i drown in my anguish
i feel so sick
ALIVE, YOU CANNOT RUN FROM LIFE | d.x.y(on the whim poems)
Cancer is a sign of extremes. One minute gleeful , the next full of melancholy, one minute gentle like a stream, the next full of rage like the thrashing of an ocean. Life is a pendulum for Cancer, an existence of swinging between one thing and another.
“…the hotel official declared the party was over. Suddenly, Mark Arm ran forward and summoned up the best approximation of a strongside linebacker his skinny frame would allow…into the pool. By now, insensible with rage, the manager thrashed around the water screaming at the injustice of it all. Mark was grabbed into a manly embrace by Nick Cave,‘You are my hero for all time’’” - Mudhoney: The Sound and Fury from Seattle