wandering (posts must be 250+ words)

[rainy]

Very slowly, a silhouetted figure eased from the brush, sliding out of the heavily laid cover of trees and into the wide clearing. The texture under the creature’s paws shifted rather leisurely from supple sodden, to durable rock, and then to a prickly grass that was not very favorable. The sharp blades pressed unevenly against Vixen’s soft pads -that were already sore from traveling upon miles and miles of sharp, broken rocks- under her tiny paws. The feeling that gave her was more or less tolerable, but excessively irritating. Pain from the uneven surfaces of the mountain were long lost, and was now replaced with nuisance more than anything. But it was not only the Pokemon’s feet that were damaged; but many other things as well. Her soft brown fur had taken up a mangy appearance; tangled and splattered with mud and dirt. Leaves had found themselves nestled in the creamy tuff around her neck. It was not the way any honorable person like herself should look, and she did not bear her appearance proudly. But beneath that, Vixen was an arrogant individual. She was not to be looked down upon, and anything less than worship was something she wouldn’t stand for. Well, either that or a mutual respect. Besides, you can’t win over everybody, right? Nevertheless, Vixen was remarkably conceited. She only acted this way, however, if she was doubted or insulted in any way, shape, or form. Setting aside those aspects, she has a kind disposition. She has a soft spot in there somewhere, you just have to locate it.

The Eevee’s piercing amber eyes were seemingly locked in place; only intently staring forward as if there was something so interesting to look at, even though there was not. Her long, sensitive ears were conversely shifting and twisting in every possible direction, picking up every single noise, no matter how slight. A short breeze ruffled her short fur, but she didn’t take more than a moment’s notice. The air was cool and crisp; quite complimentary to the hot climate in the lower altitudes of the mountain. However, the gust was only enjoyable for a short amount of time; it had stayed as quick as it had come. The straight set of her mouth curved downwards in a dissatisfied grimace as she continued to stride forwards, muttering complaints quietly to herself as she went. Vixen only had one ambition, and this was to become a Jolteon. Her earlier imaginings were to end up as a Flareon, –a fire type like Amoraq- but those hopes were crushed after her appointed mate had betrayed her and killed her entire family. She had always wanted to be a Jolteon, but her infatuation with her friend had conquered any of her sensible thinking. She had done everything in order to please him, and luckily she hadn’t gone down that road --- the one on which she couldn’t turn back. She couldn’t rebound an evolution; it was impossible. But she had forced herself to forget her past, –another impractical effort- and she had promised herself to look towards the future instead.

The sound of rushing water snapped Vixen back to current happenings, as she worked to focus her sight on a pond ahead. With something similar to a delighted squeal, she launched herself forwards, propelling her rather lithe legs toward the clear liquid. She didn’t offer herself any chance to think before she gathered her tiny haunch muscles together and leapt, breaking the glassy surface into a messy array of ripples. Despite the clear water, she kept her eyes closed in a loose manner, simply enjoying the serene silence of the underwater environment. She stayed completely motionless, not too heavy to sink, and not too light to float; so she rested somewhere in the median. Eventually, after a minute or so, her lungs began to complain; burning and sending uncomfortable pressure to her head. Vixen’s lips parted, letting a bubble of air shoot into the water before her as she hastily kicked her limbs to reach the surface. Once reaching the safety of oxygen again, she decided not to repeat her underwater adventure. Instead, she gentle waded around until all the mud and other debris washed from her fur. But her interest could only stay with her swimming for so long, and she slowly exited the cool pond with a feeling of cleanliness and relief. But along with such a stance, she felt a bit tired. She curled up in the middle of the clearing, letting the sunlight dry her wet coat as she allowed her lids to close over her amber eyes. Sleep closed in on her not too soon after, and she napped peacefully in the tranquil area. The last thing she expected was company on this rather isolated mountain; but Pokemon were everywhere.

[bill42]

Kronos looked back at the cave one last time before heading out. He didn’t want to leave but the only way for him to get stronger was for him to leave his parents and train on his own. Kronos glided along the familiar mountain path. Time seemed to slip by as he wandered around the mountain. Instead of taking the numerous mountain paths Kronos forged new ones.

“If I’m going to get stronger then I can’t follow the paths that others have laid out for me,” he thought as he continued his journey. When the sun finally set he found himself deep within the forest on the mountain. Kronos stopped for while a to rest. The forest was a much different environment then what he had lived in earlier. The forest was dense and dark and the noises seemed to surround him. It was very unnerving. In the mountains you could usually see whatever was making the noises but the trees and plants provided a lot of cover.

Kronos decided to continue on despite his fear. If he was afraid it was because he was weak and the only way to fix that would be to continue traveling until he wasn’t afraid anymore.

“I need to be stronger. Then maybe he’ll care about me,” he thought as he made his way through a large bush.

After a few more minutes of traveling Kronos stopped near a body of water. He saw a small figure nearby but figured that it was a small plant and disregarded it. Kronos curled himself up into a ball and let himself fall asleep.

[Punk]

Two dark brown paws pressed against a small boulder as a pair of deep amber eyes looked up longing for the view at the top. In the depths of his mind, he knew that once he climbed this crag he would have a better understanding of where he was. Powerful hind legs crouched underneath him before shifting all his strength to them and thrust his body upwards. One paw reached forward digging it's claws fruitlessly into the hard rock. Then after his several scrapes of his hind paws against rock, he pulled himself up onto the level top. Without even breaking a sweat the youthful Vulpix surveyed his surroundings. There were tall spruce trees littered all over the vast area, and a few paw prints away was a small pond. He quickly inhaled the crisp air and let it out in a soft sigh. It had been a long and monotonous journey to get to this area, but it was worth it.

Memories flashed before his eyes at how far he had gone, almost as if he was retracing his steps since he was a meager kit. He was born in a small forest far away from this land known as Erymire to a devoted Vulpix and champion Ninetails. Shortly after birth, his father had named him Kon from the onomatopoeia kon kon which is the sound that foxes make. Being the only male out of five other kits, Kon already had expectations from birth. Not that this was unusual, female Vulpix were far more common than males. Once he could walk he actively followed his father around, learning all he could. The place he grew up in was perfect for settling down, but for those who wanted to live up to their potential it was impossible. Too tranquil, no Pokemon wanted to battle. There were no caves to explore, nothing. So as soon as Kon's tails split into six he left his family to embark on his quest to become a champion Ninetales like his father.

Even though Kon had an almost perfect hit hood, he wasn't without his fatal flaws. This Vulpix was incredibly arrogant, and looked down upon anything that moved. Anything that wanted to be deemed worthy had to work for it in front of his very eyes. Lackluster stories of grandeur would never cut it. One peculiar aspect of Erymire that he had noticed upon arrival was the dramatic increase in hybrid Pokemon which he found absolutely deplorable. The pride he held towards being a purebred Vulpix gave him an inner hatred for the abominations. With a quick shake of his head he let loose all of the thoughts that were running amok in his mind, the fiery red tuft of fur on his head becoming ruffled with every jerk. After taking another quick glance around the area he moved towards the edge, allowing his front paws to hang off and leaving his six-tailed rump in the air.

"This place is unusually calm." He stated with an almost clannish ring to it.

[bill42]

Kronos slept uneasy that night. The young geodude had an unsettling dream. He was back at his home with his father, a large proud Golem. Kronos was being trained by his father.

“Now, Kronos. Tackle the boulder. Make it shatter,” his father commanded. Kronos took a deep breath and rushed towards the boulder. He hit the boulder full force but the boulder didn’t even budge.

“Come on Kronos! What are you a Caterpie? Now shatter that boulder!” he roared. Kronos backed up and ran into the boulder again and just like the last time nothing happened. He repeated this several times each time was the same. The boulder remained unmoved and undamaged and Kronos became more and more frustrated.

“Pathetic. I’ll show you how it’s done,” his father sighed. He let out a fierce roar before charging into the boulder. Kronos dove out of the way of his father’s path. When his father hit the boulder it shattered sending debris flying everywhere.

“Now I didn’t expect you to completely destroy it like I did but you could have at least put a dent in it,” his father said as he brushed himself off and walked towards Kronos.

“I’m sorry Dad. I’ll try harder,” he said. Kronos looked at the ground to avoid eye contact with his father.

“It’s fine. I guess I expected too much from you,” his father grunted as he walked back towards Krono’s home.

Kronos woke up in a cold sweat. It was still dark out. His breathing was quick and shallow. After a moment his breathing returned to normal.

[[ .Aurel. ]]

The easterly winds were grateful to be a part to such a prosperous season that welcomed them home with arms gaping wide to stir the brush and rouse the fur from pelts; most drenched in sweat from such a progressive summer. Leaves rustled periodically in the forest of the mountains in solemn prayer for a passing pregnant cloud, her water to be broken so that the plants could bask in the nutritious sheet of rain that always promised further blessings of voluptuous flowers, fruits, and nuts for the spring session. Common silence settled upon the indistinct border between the rocky formations and their flora residents, the trees -- it's fine line, though noticeable on any map, was indistinguishable due to nature's admirable work with making the earth a seamless transition from one arena of interest to the next. On ground level, a Pachirisu rose upwards to the forest canopy to roam his surroundings for danger.

After both ears swiveled on their pivotal cartilage to eliminate the mundane noises of everyday life, birds singing and traveling insects, he regressed back to wandering about in the crisp, dry bracken to bury his precious kernel; tightly bound in the flexible mandible pouch on the side of his grinding teeth. Careful hands of marked precision excavated a simple hole, no larger than his head, and situated a warm acorn in it's open cavity. Swiftly, he pushed the debris back over his coveted prize and he stood atop the cryptic cavern of future sustenance for the reassuring solidity that it was secure in place. His front appendages began to victoriously run through his provided tongue and aid in cleaning his ears, face, and lastly miniature digits. Suddenly, the brisk disturbance of leaves captured his attention; jarring him from a greatly appreciated mid-afternoon bath.

As the pokemon skittered away in fright, it was soon a given revelation that the trees weren't occluding a predator but in fact, an animal similar in stature of being prey -- a male Mareep. Nostrils fixated on a handsome muzzle flared momentarily in thought as his eyes swiveled in tune with his skull's movement patterns. Seconds transpired into fertile minutes before the masculine figure dislodged himself from the clinging bracken and shrubbery to gracefully continue waltzing through the forest scene. Upon a lean, muscular frame was cloaked a fleece softer than the down of newborn avians, and bristling with episodic electrical currents; liable to shock the unwary stranger midway in their choreographed gestures of static irregularity. The only exposed portions of the serene vertebrate were four turquoise limbs from the major joins downward, his visage of an equal aqua coloration, a pair of triangular audits with yellow-black banding, and a prolonged tail carrying a design congruent with the ears that concluded upon a light amber orb.

Swift was the signal given to his finely polished cloven foot to pause in the midst of the humid air as the sudden articulations of a pond being exploited nearby entered into his hearing range. As the caudal appendage swayed delicately to and fro with informed interest, he altered the route of prior obligations for the body of water -- a refreshing draft well deserved and warranted against impending thirst. Albeit the prospects of a sweet sip of cool, crisp water were strong, there was a force even mightier that kept the Mareep at bay with suspicion; instinct. Scents began to overrun his developed olfactory crevices and as he let his maw part to sample the aromas better, he began to formulate notations in his cerebral cortex of the calculated threat levels. There was the faintly moist fragrance of a female Eevee, a stiff aura of a Geodude, and lastly the poignant cologne of a male Vulpix.

The animal cleverly pondered over his collected data and was self-assured that there lurked no reasoning to hold apprehension with any of the detected strangers; for they were harmless thanks to age or actual temperament. Emerging alighted on the wings of absolute noiselessness, he permitted his mouth to dip into the pool up to his taunt jowls. A signal from his stomach was issued after a few lengthy pulls of the liquid and he retracted slowly, almost with regret, in time to observe the actions of ripples ceasing in tune with settling waters. Peering about, he abruptly discerned a curled form of liable to be a small animal due to the rise and fall of its pelt. Curiosity and security arresting his instinctual presumptions of danger, he casually sauntered over to the lump -- sniffing it quietly to discover it was the female Eevee. Without another wisp of thought interrupting his choice of enactment, he settled down next to the bundle; with his front legs collapsing first and his rear joining the ground later as the back limbs buckled last.

An ear twitched in admiration of the creature's deep slumber, and experiencing the feelings of romanticism in part merited from the Eevee being female, he reached as far as he could and plucked some wildflowers from their perches in the sedge. The bouquet was laid to snuggle against the Eevee's side and he summoned back the cud his gut had stockpiled from earlier grazing for lackadaisical rumination. He failed to comprehend exactly how he was going to confront the Eevee when she awakened, but for now he was too preoccupied appreciating the blessed summer day and enjoying the rewards of ideal grassy conditions as of late.

[Sephalesh]

Another figure passed under the heave cover of trees, looking for the sweet taste of fresh water. The ground was dry, filled with the prickly brown needles of mountain trees. It caused a dull itch in this creatures two feet, which waddled silently over the brush. it seemed to wear a purplish hat over it's head, and some clothing, and it's face was a dull grey. On either side of it's head, two large dull black eyes stared out at the world. These black orbs hinted at no emotion, even a lack of intelligence, and showed a docile-ness not known in the pokemon world.

This small creature was followed by another, similiar, but not the same. It was taller, slender, and every move, to the smallest of body movement, was graceful in comparrison to the dull silent waddle of the other, smaller, one. She wore a hat, slimmer, and more feminine, then the one she followed. She moved lithely over the forest floor, eyes darting uncertainly for the predators she knew was there. Every few seconds, she would glance at the one she followed, with frightened black orbs, searching for something she couldn't find. The needles scratched her delicate feet, leaving a trail of pine sap wherever she walked.

They both entered the clearing unexpectedly. The gentle wind blew towards the two strangers, masking their distinctive scent to all in their path. Alex, the one in front stooped down to the delectable water, lapping it all in with his long tongue. A vitality seemed to settle over the small pokemon, showing how long he had been without water. His follower, his sister, Melanie, waited for him to finish drinking, noting all the pokemon around the watering hole. She immedietly took his place, when he finished, lapping up the water urgently, always watching the dull little pokemon. Alex was moving away, with no apparent interest for his sister. His sister on the other hand, had an apparent interest for her little brother, running to keep up with the little kid.

Alex yawned, looking around at all the sleeping pokemon made him tired. He cuddled where he stood and was instantly asleep. his sister didn't go to sleep. She was trembling, with fear, with hope? Her eyes darted around, watching for any threat, but they always came back to the peaceful Alex, and that was where she always showed the most uncertainty, fear, and hope.

[rainy]

The slumber that Vixen had placed herself in was not too cavernous to become cognizant of her surroundings. Her receptive lobes caught the resonance of paws trundling in the underbrush. Her diminutive nostrils extended as she began to pick out what the species of these creatures were. But only one aroma was perceivable by minimally testing the air, and that was the male Mareep that was drawing nearer. However, she denied letting the smells touch her inner glands; such a movement of her jowls would suspect she was conscious. But with her modest information, she was well aware that there were three separate Pokemon nearby. But by paying much more strict attention, she came to realize that only two out of three were moving. So either the third was at an inclusive standstill, or he was not on the ground at all. The female weighed her options, but was still not willing to crack open an eye to glimpse around. The paw steps of the male Mareep led Vixen to believe that he was now close enough to touch. She struggled to keep her breathing at a standard, lagged pace, and was triumphant much to her disclosure. The grass crunched one last time, and then the atmosphere was quiet again; leading Vixen to believe he had come to a halt. Still, his close proximity dragged a feeling of discomfort over her. His next performance was only to be expected; inhaling the other’s scent was a common action of two animals coming in contact for the first time. However, the reverberation of an object larger than feet brushing against the blades supposed the male had established himself alongside her. The attractive female wrestled internally on whether to give the intuition of waking up now or not; but decided to wait just a few more moments.

But then something touched her side, not lightly, but comfortably as it pressed her fur against her skin. Now the aspiration to remain in her siesta was abruptly pushed to the back of her mind as her lids dragged back to reveal beautiful amber eyes. However, her stance was not allowed to hastily morph into an antagonistic arrangement as she fought to collect her thoughts. With a premeditated slowness, she lifted her head and twisted it to the side, revealing a colorful array of wildflowers to her non dormant eyes. An exquisite bouquet that she could only expect this male had fashioned for her. With something somewhat comparable to a relieved, inaudible sigh, she elevated her bright orbs to rest on the Mareep. The engagement was not forced, nor was the stunning smile that curved her unblemished lips skyward.”Thank you.” The words were an uncontrolled, automatic response. Words of gratitude were called for anyway, were they not? Stealing another glimpse at the garland, she gripped it in her jaws and set it between her front legs. ”They’re beautiful.” The comment lingered past her tongue as she took in the colorful portrayal of a quixotic posy. Then for the first time, she truly allowed her eyes to look at the Mareep full on. He was handsome, she was sure, to any other female Mareep. But the question of how to confront him remained as she watched him with the most inquisitive expression. The only way she knew to react was on sheer instinct. He was of the opposite sex, after all. Still, she was hardly the romantic type, though she was precariously gorgeous. Besides, if this male was bold enough to give her flowers, perhaps he had more passion than an ordinary male.

Long, lithe front legs unfolded while the hind ones remained nestled under slender haunches. From her sitting position, she eyed him a bit skeptically, her stance giving off a mixed radiance. There was no doubt on her mind that she could lure him to do something she wanted, but Vixen was hardly the type to do something like that. She wasn’t sure if she was capable of committing such siren-like crimes --- though physically the act wouldn’t be much of a problem. Still, light conversation could hold her for a few minutes, couldn’t it? Shifting into a more comfortable position, Vixen locked gazes with the Mareep before her. A simple greeting smile was presented on her face as she coiled her cream tipped tail around her left haunch, letting it rest on her paw. ”I’m Vixen.” The lyrics were softly spoken, but the voice behind it was confident and sure. Arrogance was shown in her posture, but only slightly. She held herself proudly; chest protruding a bit as if showing off her creamy fur. An Eevee’s greatest pride was physical composure, was it not? And thank goodness she had bathed before he had arrived. Now her brown fur was silky and soft, and her amber eyes had never lost their dullness. She was not even paying much mind to the other two Pokemon that were somewhere lurking around the place, nor did she even care about what they were now. If they were sociable, they would present themselves. If not, that was their own problem.

[okay. I didn’t have long to do this. My muse was drained the entire time because my new kitten –recently acquired yesterday- was whining. It sucks, but it will have to do.]

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[[ .Aurel. ]]

ooc: Actually, I am roleplaying as a male Mareep in this thread because my Eevee, Rai, is tied up in a fight elsewhere. You might want to change your post before the time limit for modifying expires..

[brandon.]

Sun-kissed feathers ruffled absentmindedly high above the action below. Perhaps action was a bit of an exaggeration made by a bored mind of the events that were unfolding below his perch. There was a Mareep rearranging the shrubbery and an Eevee sprawled over the grass, a Geodude somewhere in the mix of things, and the heavens only knew what else lay in wait in the surrounding forest; despite the relative occupation of the small area, nothing exceedingly stimulating caught Moon Thistle’s eyes and he boredly worked his beak along the inside of one downy wing. His feet were locked firmly about the branch he rested on, a branch that was attached to a rather tall but twisted tree, and he was tucked out of sight for the most part, borrowing cover from the shadows thrown all about by the thicket his roost belonged to. The ground below was littered with the castoffs of his wings; they formed a small mound that was ready, at any moment, to be blown far, far away by a stray breeze. But so far, the wind’s aim had been true and only whipped mightily through the very tops of the trees before dipping quickly, sharply even, on to the openings down below. However, Moon Thistle was not to be budged, his talons were too cleanly dug into the wood for that, and he had until this moment continued grooming himself.

But perhaps it was a lack of anything remotely interesting about the Mareep and Eevee that drew Moon Thistle’s attention to them and away from his customary picking away the traces of travel that dotted his feathers after such a long trip as the one that had brought him to the branch he rested on so easily. They were plain, dreadfully plain. No adornments were to be found on their coats though Moon Thistle greatly wished for this to be the case. If only there the slightest little thing there, the tiniest glimmering stone or trinket that he could pluck from their possession and hide it away in his nest. The branch he was using as a roost moaned as Moon Thistle anxiously gripped and re-gripped it, feeling the tingle of desire run through his legs. With nothing to occupy his mind, it had roamed far and wide and finally had touched down upon a fantasy. Sweet fantasy, yes. So clearly, he could see himself slipping from his branch so high above his unsuspecting prey and snatch from them some object of value that would then become his. It burned his insides like a terrible thirst, the all-consuming urge to take, to claim.

When the Mareep and Eevee had been nothing but blurs on the periphery of his vision, he had been scouting the clearing for some sign of something to snatch, but upon finding nothing, he had slowly resigned himself to monitoring the progress of the two down below. But now, he felt the twitch and tingle of an itch that begged to be itch. So insistent of a disturbance it made! Moon Thistle slid his beak up along the fringe of his wing and flicked a small twig from it, watching as it plummeted silently to the ground below to mingle with his feathers. He hated to think about the feathers that he had scattered down below; he was molting, again, and it frustrated him to no end to lose feathers this way! Of course, there were worse ways to lose feathers, but losing his feathers at all was simply infuriating.

Nevertheless, no twig or feather could draw his glittering red eyes from their self-appointed task of watching a Mareep do something with flora and fauna. Just what, Moon Thistle wondered, was going on down there? And that thought was all it took to ignite another fire within Moon Thistle’s chest, curiosity. Like a sweet voice in his ear, it gently coaxed him at first to one lower branch and then another. Hop. Hop. Hop. Each limb creaked and swayed in protest to Moon Thistle’s weight as the Murkrow moved to get a better glimpse of what was unfolding below. And no sooner had he drawn closer than the Eevee had begun to speak. Beautiful? Moon Thistle grew still and slid to the very tip of the branch, giving it a scowl when it dared creak. He was not fat! Eyes sharp and keen didn’t miss a detail as they devoured the scene set before them by a curious bird or rather, a bird’s sense of curiosity. He was well aware that there more polite beasts than himself in the forest, but was very doubtful that there were any more discrete. And discrete he was as he peered so calmly into the grassy spot devoid of trees from his place so high above them. Not as high as it had been a claw full of moments ago, but high nevertheless.

Such keen eyes, yes. They didn’t miss a thing, especially not the floating, drifting black feathers that had stirred from their community upon the ground just under his tree and had taken flight. Into the clearing, they danced, flitted in an intricate array of movements that shamed even his most skillful aerial displays. And then when they fell, because all things that went up had to come back down, they spiraled down like black snowflakes. Far too casual in their descent to ever be mistaken for rain, Moon Thistle’s feathers slithered lazily through the air upon the Mareep and Eevee. A curse struggled for freedom against his beak when he saw it, but his instinct told him to be calm, to remain still. There was no need to get himself into a huff, was there? No, of course there wasn’t. Yes, they undoubtedly notice the feathers–how could they not–but that did not mean that they knew them to be his.

Thump, thump, thump went his heart against his chest, and the tree again whined when he clutched it fiercely, but Moon Thistle gave not the slightest of movements to the passage of time. It would be a great mistake to rush to conclusions now. Simply, he would watch, observe. All he had to do was delicately court time until opportunity appeared and he could make his exit. If, when the time came, he still felt it necessary to depart. Because, now that he had unwittingly introduced black rain upon them, the Mareep and Eevee were suddenly very interesting to him. A great and morbid fascination sped his heart faster than the brief panic had and he could not have moved even if he had wanted. A lie, naturally. He could have moved and moved quick swiftly had it been profitable to him.

As it was, there was no call for it and so he remained, simply, unmoving. But watching. Always watching.

ooc;; cutting in. =) hope you don't mind.

[bill42]

Kronos looked around at his surroundings. The forest that seemed so strange and frightening before seemed much more cheerful and beautiful in the light.

“I’m just a big baby. Being afraid of the dark,” he thought as he slowly rose from the ground he had slept on the night before. Kronos could feel a slight breeze against his tough exterior. The wind and sun never bothered him much. He was a rock type and was easily able to handle the fierce wind and burning rays of the sun. It was the rain that really bothered him.

He raised his head towards the sky to check the weather, much of it was blocked by trees but there didn’t seem to be any rain clouds. Just a few big fluffy clouds that resembled some of the boulders near Kronos’s home. There didn’t seem to be any sign of rain…for now any way.

Kronos looked around at his new surroundings. The trees seemed shorter and less looming then when he was traveling through the woods on his journey the night before. Apart from various bushes, trees, and other plant life that seemed much less threatening now Kronos noticed two other pokemon near the lake. A male mareep and a female Eevee. He thought it would be safe to approach them because they didn’t seem mean and even if they were he had a type advantage should things go out of hand.

Before the Geodude glided over and introduced himself he stopped. He could feel eyes on him from above. It brought an unsettling feeling and he decided that maybe it would be better for him to venture off on his own for now.

[[ .Aurel. ]]

Amid the conclusion of cud mastication, a faint stirring against the Mareep's flank garnered him to turn from observing the ever swelling watering hole congregation back to his awakening, feminine charge. Subtly then did the lamb creature permit his opaquely ebony eyes to become slightly shaded by procrastinating eyelids for a more serene, calm approach from his gaze to the small Eevee. A greeting of remarkably jeweled ambers the Gods had fashioned to be this beauty’s eyes addressed his own eye sockets of polished coal, and for a moment the male found his breathe trapped in suspended animation amongst the tracheal passageways of his lungs. Despite species differentiation, he could not resist but to show absolute admiration for her gorgeous profile and inner radiance.

”Thank you,” was her gracious reply that carried all the sincerity of being truthful, “They’re beautiful.” The spray of wild blooms was laid to reside amongst her delicate paws and being the appreciative gentleman, he nodded with satisfaction at her happiness prior to beckoning forth another lump of pasture grazing from his gut to be munched -- his personal method of affirming his comfort with her gestures. “I’m Vixen,” she murmured whilst situating her slender figure into a position of restfulness and thus causing the sun’s valiant rays to mingle amongst her shimmering coat. Indecisively did the mammal gnaw at his meal before pausing momentarily to create an appropriate response. Charismatic with his delivery, he bowed formally and sanctioned his extensive tail to curl vaguely about Vixen’s modest build.

”I am called Reizo, milady,” countered the masculine creature in a voice soaked with mellow allure, ”Pardon my intrusion upon your slumber, and consider me most humbly rueful on that decision. My lust for companionship overcame my senses, and I perceived you, someone with such high caliber of good breeding and mannerisms, to not mind some camaraderie.” Briefly, Reizo forwent speech to ground minor remaining traces of cud and let his ears spasm towards noises in nearby woodland. Formerly to his opportunity to continue speaking, keen eyesight noted that the landscape had gradually begun to be littered with sable feathers. Even as he embarked a glimpse upwards, a single barb glided down upon his muzzle -- tickling his nostrils faintly.

Scent dictated a Murkrow; preferably male with perhaps a habitual molting issue at hand. Another puzzling mishap sashayed into view as a rather introverted Geodude, who was evidently attracted to the scanty party but unconfident to pursue introduction. ”My dear, you are indeed a souvenir of heaven,” he pointedly mentioned to Vixen with a clever smile and slow-blinking eyes, ”for it has been moons since another soul has even acknowledged my existence; and yet when I encroach upon your personal quarters, the atmosphere weeps onyx feathers and from the brush come more to greet us. There must be countless you’ve encountered that treasure your friendship.” As a finale to Reizo’s words, his caudal end’s ocher sphere began to blush with electrical fermentation and the generation of static instigated his woolly coat to expand a fraction and twinkle.

”Don’t rule yourself with fear, my friends,” he bleated aloud so that all would hear and take heed of his decree, “Please, come join us and be merry with company and security of numbers.” The steady dip of the sun into the horizon for her evening nap leisurely led to the Mareep’s luminous orb to become a beacon of friendliness for all who could behold its vivacity -- figuratively and literally. Reizo willed the appendage to sway to and fro amongst the grass as a signal to the weary, lonely, and hesitant. Soon, however, he allocated for it to settle above Vixen’s head so her fur and eyes glittered even in the infecting darkness. ”You don’t mind a few extra admirers do you, fair one,” he sweetly questioned modestly into her ear as a hushed whisper.

[bill42]

Kronos listened to the Mareep talk for a while. He felt that she was using too many words, especially big ones. So, he half-tuned out her speaking only listening to what he actually understood. Kronos sat there watching the two interact. It looked like the Mareep liked the Eevee. Kronos didn’t really know why, it wasn’t that the Eevee was unattractive but there was nothing else there for Mareep to like. It looked like the two of them just met. There was no way for the Mareep to know what kind of pokemon she was.

Kronos remembered some words of wisdom his father gave him. “Always be wary of a pretty face because looks can be deceiving.” Kronos always listened to everything his father said because he wanted his father to think that he was a good pokemon. If he had felt loved by him then maybe he would be able to think for himself better.

His thoughts were interrupted by some more talking from the Mareep.

“Doesn’t he ever speak simply?” he thought. Kronos managed to pick out some of the words that she said. It sounded like she was inviting him over but he wasn’t completely sure. He decided to glide over anyway, there wouldn’t be any harm in talking to the pair. He picked himself up and moved over to where they were talking.

“Hiya! My names Kronos, what’s yours?” he asked them his voice sounding young and innocent. Kronos lowered himself slowly to the ground so he could sit while talking to the pair.

[[ .Aurel. ]]

ooc: Reizo the Mareep is a male. <3 I apologize for the rather aristocratic speech, but Reizo comes from a background of poets and philosophers that had no other thing to do as they graze but speak eloquently amongst themselves. :3

[rainy]

Despite previous qualms of this stranger, his deportment of ease offered an impression of leisure. His responses to whatever she did suggested a poised disposition; such as the way he looked at her. Sanguinity was noticeable in his sable chasms, though it did nothing but flatter her additionally. Another fleeting gaze was permitted over his outline, but the indication was appreciative if nothing else. His pallid fleece gave the conception of pliability, though any urges to investigate her hypothesis were internally denied. Clearly she was educated of the bristling electrical currents Mareeps usually suppressed to release on others unfortunate –or idiotic- enough to touch them. Otherwise, Vixen would not be so tentative to condense her face into his side. Other than that, deep azure ligaments were cozily folded beneath him, though muscles were perceptible under the smooth skin. His attractive facade held an equivalent pigment, ample nostrils set upon a protracted muzzle. Two triangular zeniths protruded from the planes of his visage, alternating stripes of yellow and swarthy coloration. The serpentine appendage he had heedlessly coiled around her own figure, -after bowing like a true gentlemen- was of similar pattern and spectrum as his ears, though brandishing an exquisitely beautiful orb of luminescent amber at the end.

This herbivorous creature was much more miraculous than she had given mind to, and his brilliance caused her heart to pound a bit harder than it was meant to formerly. ” I am called Reizo, milady,” Peaks twitched and swiveled in his direction, picking up the deep masculine and formally courteous tones that wafted towards her sound receptors with a benevolent charm. “Pardon my intrusion upon your slumber, and consider me most humbly rueful on that decision. My lust for companionship overcame my senses, and I perceived you, someone with such high caliber of good breeding and mannerisms, to not mind some camaraderie.” Such intricate word choices piled one on top of the other as his appealing accent once again graced her ear cavities with more elegance than any other Pokemon could dream to hold. Mirroring his sophisticated method of communication, she addressed him in a corresponding dialogue. ”Of course, Reizo. No culpability is to be held for honoring me with your splendid presence. Your etiquette surpasses mine by far, as does your propagation. I, too, yearn profoundly for amity. Deem yourself welcome, my friend.” Amber sockets stole carefully the slow, relaxed masticating movement of the Mareep’s jaws as he enjoyed the sodden’s emerald blades.

And then, in all the tranquility, a raven shaded feather brushed against her sepia pelt. Stimulating her caudal aloft, she was able to detect many others floating down towards them. Another scent had tainted the air previously, though she hadn’t really paid much mind to it. A Murkrow, it seemed --- if her mind served correct. And then again, as if that wasn’t enough, another figure crawled into view. Seemingly a shy, timid Geodude, apparently a bit undecided if it was safe to approach the pair. ”My dear, you are indeed a souvenir of heaven,”” Reizo’s accolade drifted into her elongated tips, bringing a blush of crimson to her cheeks. ”for it has been moons since another soul has even acknowledged my existence; and yet when I encroach upon your personal quarters, the atmosphere weeps onyx feathers and from the brush come more to greet us. There must be countless you’ve encountered that treasure your friendship.” A sly smile was summoned to her lips, as she snuggled a bit closer to his larger form. ”You’re much too modest, my dear Reizo. I am surely convinced that it is you as well that draws these strangers amidst our presence.” Though the sheer poetry of his words made Vixen feel far more pleased than she had ever wished to feel. Realizing at this point that she was nestled against his soft wool, she couldn’t have been more contented. Reizo made her feel secure, and an inexpressible need to stay there overwhelmed her. What good friends they could be!

”Don’t rule yourself with fear, my friends,” Vixen felt his sides swell as he spoke, feeling his lungs stretch beneath the thick skin. His call sounded genuine and welcoming, calling any worth that wished to come. “Please, come join us and be merry with company and security of numbers.” Warm eyes glanced up, watching his glowing orb swing above her. It seemed as a lure, though one not to danger. Anybody that came was protected in the arms of the friendly pair. ”You don’t mind a few extra admirers do you, fair one?” His breath tickled her ear drums as he whispered the interrogate. Altering her own face at a short degree, she murmured her reply in the same unpretentious tone. ”All are welcome here. That is, of course, if you don’t mind.” A smile was one its journey to her lappets, but was interrupted as a Pokemon timorously penetrated the clearing. “Hiya! My names Kronos, what’s yours?” Surely the voice belonging to this Geodude was adolescent and rather above suspicion. A kind smile was offered to the other, brushing her tail against Reizo’s flank to indicate her approval of the new advent. ”Greetings, Kronos. I am called Vixen. Though, if Vix or another other moniker suits you much better, do not be indecisive to approach me by that name.” Her words were gently spoken, like a mother speaking to her child. Softly resting her head on Reizo’s flank, shewatched intently for others to come, and listened fixedly for an answer from Kronos.

[bill42]

((OOC: Sorry bout that fixed it though. No need to apologize to me for the speech I don't mind. Kronos on the other hand might. lol. ))


Kronos looked up at her with a look of confusion on his face. The long string of words that they used confused the simple pokemon.

”Greetings, Kronos. I am called Vixen. Though, if Vix or another other moniker suits you much better, do not be indecisive to approach me by that name.”

“Why do all these pokemon have to talk all funny? Isn’t the point of speaking to get someone else to understand you?” he thought as he tried to decipher what she had said to him. Kronos didn’t know how much longer he would be able to listen to the two using big fancy words. He wondered if a lot of other pokemon talked this way. Kronos hadn’t ventured far from his home before and as a result he was only familiar with the speech and mannerisms of his family and the other pokemon that lived near him.

“Umm…So your names Vixen right?” he said not fully comprehending what the two were saying. Kronos tried to return the smile but it mixed with his confused expression. He thought that maybe it wasn’t that the pair talked funny but maybe that he wasn’t smart enough to understand what they were saying. Kronos hoped it wasn’t true, after all no pokemon wants to be unintelligent, but he didn’t feel confident enough to rule out the possibility. Regardless of whether it was the Eevee and Mareep’s word choices or his own inadequate that was causing his confusion he would need to continue his training not only to improve his physical strength but also to improve his own understanding of the world and it’s inhabitants. It couldn’t possibly hurt him to increase his knowledge.

[wynnyelle]

ooc: Erymire has no word minimum. That includes in this thread. You may make your posts as long as you wish--long posts are wonderful--but you cannot tell other players they may not post here if they choose to post less.

That said, I am thrilled to see you're posting with a mareep! The Ampharos line has long been my favourite.

[brandon.]

While none would have been so bold as to call him fat, and certainly not to his face, the tree branch seemed rather fond of implying it by bending beneath his weight. No matter how fierce he made his glare, the branch would not be silenced and swayed further down in protest, as if he were a Snorlax or some equally large beast! Indignation flared into his eyes, but he repressed the urge to snap the frail, bending branch between his talons and alighted to another, sturdier limb. One that would not creak and groan like a mewling Meowth under the slightest of pressures. And quite slight he was! In his own estimation, at least, but now thoughts of swelling filled his mind and he cast a critical gaze over his plummage and ruffled his itching feathers in agitation. Voices. Stark red eyes were cast back into the clearing the moment he realized he’d foolishly been distracted by the branch, scrambling to take up what they had missed, but it was to no avail. He had missed the entrance of the Geodude and had a great deal of what had gone on between the Mareep and Eevee. Well, this was certainly unacceptable, wasn’t it? For one such as Moon Thistle, the joy was in knowing and seeing and having missed out on both, he ruffled his wings in an extremely annoyed manner and puffed out his chest.

A semi-annoyed glance toward the branch revealed that it was perfectly still–and silent. Damnation! He had endured all of that noise and raucous and now it was behaving itself? How was -that- fair? Simply told, it wasn’t, but before Moon Thistle could flutter down to the self-righteous twig and set it right, the voices sorted themselves out and became coherent in his flustered mind. Quickly, he swivled on the spot and narrowed his gaze into ruby slits. An invitation? And was that pointed remark directed at him? Undoubtedly, with his feathers now littering the clearing. Curses on nature for striking him with a spell of molting at this stage in his life! It was getting just frequent enough to annoy him, but it had been no great inconvenience to him until now. When his location was given away by his feathers alone, Moon Thistle figured he had a problem.

But that was contemplation for another day; he had the pressing and tricky matter of the invitation to deal with. If he agreed to reveal himself, it would have been admitting that he was spying on them, but if he stayed hidden, he all but gave them permission to attack him. And the gods only knew what else lay in hiding, waiting for a moment to strike. If he stayed in his spot, he could spare himself the pain of being ripped apart feather-by-feather if there did happen to be some invisible threat lurking about the area. The coward inside of him found this to be quite logical and he gave his wings a quick shake, casting off still more loose feathers to the ground below. Vanity also had a voice in his staying put. If he went out there looking ruffled and roughed as he was, he would surely be made a laughing stock by such genteel creatures.

Hesitance crept into his eyes. He had no desire to be attacked out of self defense, but his fragile ego would not let him just waltz out there in his current state. There was his image to think of! Some things, even for a coward like Moon Thistle, were not so plainly black and white, and as much as he wanted to be on their good side, he had more compelling reasons to keep himself hidden. At least, compelling on the surface. As he watched them from above, neck outstretched and eyes peering curiously, as if he were staring over the edge of some high cliff, wondering what was at the bottom, Moon Thistle’s mind prodded and poked, attempting to weasel the real reason for his reluctance from the darker recesses it gaurded ferociously.

There were secrets hidden in the corners of his mind that not even he was consciously aware of. This, however, was no great matter and it only took a few seconds before he finally came to the realization that he was hiding because he wasn’t sure that the beasts below were in fact friendly. Their manner affected a sense of aristocracy and elitism; he had encountered that sort before, they wanted nothing to do with a ‘scamp’ or ‘rascal’ such as himself. Three times, he had been chased away by so-called intellectuals that had no use for his flattery or capitulating ways. Each rejection stung him in ways that he hadn’t expected; since when did he long for companionship? Despite his own initial misgivings, he had attempted to be friendly and had used his best honeyed phrases, but soon found himself in ill favor and was thrown out on his tail feathers! Moon Thistle gave an indignant squawk at the memory.

By the New Moon, there was no way that he would allow that to happen again! And perhaps not. The Geodude was speaking again, and Moon Thistle’s feathers ruffled pensively as he listened. Each word was hewn by a rough nature, as coarse as the creature’s hide, and tumbled out like boulders down a sandy hill. There was a dry blankness about this Geodude that Moon Thistle liked, but by no means was comforted by. The beasts, the ones who affected such a genteel demeanor, seemed kind enough to the Geodude... maybe... His wings twitched as they always did before he took flight and he gave his body a full shake to rid itself of excess feathers. A couple he plucked from his left wing with his beak and spluttered out into the wind.

“I suppose it cannot hurt...” He trailed off, craning his neck to watch them just a bit more.

When it appeared as though they had accepted the Geodude, he kicked off from the branch–that didn’t protest, thank you–and took to the air with a soft, gentle cry. The air rushed up to greet him and pushed him higher. Whistling in his ears and whipping through his feathers, it gave Moon Thistle a rush of adrenaline as he executed a flip before descending slowly upon them. He landed on the soft, springy grass and peered at them, head canted to the side. He cawed as his head twitched to the other side, eyes darting from one to the other as if slowly digesting them.

“Moon Thistle.”

Warily, he folded his wings at his sides and told them mentally to behave.

“I already know your names.” He cawed again gently, as if laughing, before his head was cocked to the other side and his eyes were again roaming over their faces. They sharply leaped to Vixen and settled there.

“So. Lightning Dog. Land Dog. And Rock.” A bemused expression, somewhat malevolently in nature, cracked his beak. “What a terrible joke this all sounds like.”