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Post by anya chekov on Sept 3, 2012 17:40:28 GMT -5
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Anya had finally made her way down the path from the lab and into the Little Spirit Forest where she was staying with villagers for a spell until she had trained her Pokemon enough for the trek through the Forest itself. In fact, she hadn't even bothered releasing her Pokemon yet and planned to do so once she got back to her temporary HQ. She couldn't wait until she had a permanent place to call her home where she could open her own breeding facility and not have to worry about being on the road so much.
It was hard to travel through the tall grasses on your own when you were as short in stature as she was. You couldn't see as well as you'd like nor could you cover as much ground as quickly as trainers she'd seen towering above her in comparison - many of them male and intimidating. She'd tried her best to avoid them at all costs in case they were battle hungry. She just wasn't up for that yet.
At last she arrived at the base of the tree in which her little rent-by-night hut was built and decided this would be as good a spot as any to let her new best friend out to play. The information card she'd been given on him in her knapsack said that he was of course male, but also very relaxed. She needed that right now. And then she wouldn't have to worry about him running around as soon as she released him. She fidgeted with the pokeball for a moment before figuring out how it worked and after a moment of shimmering light her Torchic materialized a couple feet away and her pokeball snapped back shut. She placed it in the pocket of her knapsack and knelt to the ground, one leg still pulled up level with her chest in case there had been a mix-up and the little guy started darting around.
His back was to her as she watched his tiny wings flap at his sides and his feathers ruffle in the light breeze blowing through from the shoreline into the trees. She could see him visibly shudder at the smell of the briny sea and giggled at what the little Fire type must be thinking of. If he had a nose instead of a beak it would probably be properly wrinkled at the moment. At the sound of her laughter he turned slowly to blink his wide black eyes at her in wonderment, and then promptly launched himself towards her, squealing a delighted "Torrr!" |
[/color] as she scooped him up and fell against the trunk behind her. Disgruntled villagers looked on from down the path at their town center. She was glad she'd chosen a hut on the outskirts of the village to avoid anything more awkward than this alone. She pet his downy head and smiled down at him, "Hey little guy. Ouch!"[/color] she gasped as one of his little talons scraped against her arm before he hopped from her lap and began to scratch along the ground. She wasn't sure if he was doing it for the hell of it or if he was just hungry and searching for worms. She decided to help him out either way and before long was digging in the hard packed dirt herself looking for some grub to feed him. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=margin-top: -2px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #576C7D; font-weight: bold;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style][/center] |
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Post by Pancake on Sept 4, 2012 21:26:03 GMT -5
Close by, one of the field hands had lost a sheep. Well, a Mareep, which was close enough to a sheep. It was a young female Mareep, with no real experience with the world. A broken board in her fencing and she was gone, moving farther and farther from the enclosure she was born and raised in. When the herder would take count a few hours later, he wouldn't think of anything of a single missing sheep. Since she had never been traditionally captured in a ball, she was also technically fair game for any passing Trainers. She had taken no mind to the people, how far away she was, and had stepped into a small opening next to a pink haired human and her oddly colored Pokemon.  Mareep || Level 5 || Static Tackle || Growl  |
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Post by anya chekov on Sept 4, 2012 21:46:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,bTable] | [atrb=style, border-left: 60px solid #2E4151;][STYLE=height: 80px; width: 80px; border: 4px solid #2E4151; float: left; margin-left: -103px; margin-top: 10px; background-color: #2E4151;][/style][STYLE=height: 80px; width: 80px; border: 4px solid #2E4151; float: left; margin-left: -103px; margin-top: 110px; background-color: #2E4151;][STYLE=opacity: 0.9;][/style][/style][STYLE=height: 80px; width: 80px; border: 4px solid #2E4151; float: left; margin-left: -103px; margin-top: 210px; background-color: #2E4151;][STYLE=opacity: 0.6;][/style][/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 15px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;]▆
Anya hadn't noticed the bumbling Mareep approaching them until her Torchic darted out of her peripheral vision towards it chirping in either alarm or excitement. She couldn't tell right away as it pecked at the sheep Pokemon's feet anxiously. She scooped her arm around the Pokemon she'd decided to name Spock and pulled him away, smiling apologetically at the Mareep as if it could understand human body language. Although, it did seem fairly tame. She saw as it shifted its hooves that it had unearthed the wriggling worms far better than the Torchic's scratching around had.
She took a chance and reached a hand out to pet it on its fuzzy, scratchy, woolly head and when she did Spock trilled with amusement at how her hair floated gently up and away from her head from the static contact. She even felt a little spark against her fingertips when she moved her hand to stroke towards the back of its head. It turned its mouth up to nibble and nuzzle on her shirt sleeve and she took that as her cue to quit and find it something to snack on as well. Her other hand had been busy tugging worms from the ground when the Mareep's hooves were dancing around in delight, tossing them over her shoulder to Spock - who she now saw gobbling them up very thankfully.
She rose to her feet and wandered over to a tree, plucking off some of the leaves she recognized from her encounter with an herbalist moments before the Mareep had appeared and handed the sweet tasting and tender bundle to the Pokemon, smiling warmly now and clucking her tongue as she held them at arms length, waving them tantalizingly in the air, "Here girl. Come get some yummy yummy leaves!" |
[/color] she called softly to it. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=margin-top: -2px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #576C7D; font-weight: bold;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style][/center] |
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Post by Pancake on Sept 5, 2012 17:43:58 GMT -5
Mareep || Level 5 || Static Tackle || Growl The sheep Pokemon gave a small bleat and quickly nibbled away at the sweet smelling leaves. So far this human seemed nice. She also smelled like the pretty flowers that grew around the sheep's enclosure. It made her feel nice and safe, reminding her of the sweet taste of mother's milk and days wandering the pasture. Maybe she would follow this human? Maybe, but she was still on the fence about it. Technically, the Mareep already had a home and the smell had made her nostalgic to return there, despite the fact she had only been gone for little more than a few hours. On the other end of this, unbeknownst to the small pink human, the sheep, or the bird a certain shape had been leering at them a dense place in the trees. There was a reason that the Mareep were kept close, and why one young one going missing had not raised any alarm. Creeping from the brush, a small blackish wolf Pokemon circled his prey. That Mareep would be his meal, with the odd bird for dessert, and maybe even a chunk of the human if he could get a good bite. Deciding his cover was good to breach, he launched himself, snarling and growling fiercely.  Poochyena || Level 5 || Quick Feet Tackle || Ice Fang |
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