Post by cynder on Mar 13, 2007 15:57:29 GMT -5
Cynder crouched by a dead tree, near the fortress wall. The others were somwhere near....she hoped. She had been brought up with the Horde, Thinking killing pokemon was right, and releasing them was wrong. She waited. Waiting for rustling of a trespasser who would be caught, or waiting for prey. She knew her 'Family' were close by, and stuck wherever she heard their prescence, or smelt their evil. The fortress was their, her, home. Cynder had knew no other world other than this.
