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 Posted: Jan 11 2018, 10:34 PM
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Dusk hated standing next to his Father, it not the people, it not what was happening, no it because he needed to smile. Starring at the grieving family without showing emotions was hard, smiled or frown and you be disrespecting the family, the dead and the spirits. "...send Dick off to a peaceful afterlife. Where he no longer..." He stance was noticeable straighter, the weight in his hand gotten much more heavier. His role in this was about to come along, it simple but so important to the right people. "Death is in all forms, and it leave it mark in both bad and good. Before we leave, we have a final gift from the fallen. Dusk?"

It was time, with a light heart inspirit of the heavy air, Dusk slowly left his from his father side. He pass the crying sisters, the sorrowful brother. He offer them no sympathy, it wasn't he place. No that trial is on their own shoulders, and that of their family. Finally he stood tall in front of the parents of the dearly departed. Both live a harsh life, used to the danger of Terrene and the price it cost. It shows that it not the first time they lost someone, both stone face all through out the service, yet every now of then the mother let lose a tear and the father eye water.

"As the body pass, and life fade away, your memories linger. Yet in time memories fade, and when such a day come," Dusk spoke softly, unwrapping the cloth in his hand to revel a unfinished wooden craving, It was soak in water, slightly fracture from spending week underwater, yet still recognizable to the family. "This shell remind you of the one you lost. Of the good days you have and the loved he brought to you." The service finished after he handed it to the Father, "Rest in peace, Dick Mason."

Later that night he was resting at the camp site outside of the town proper. While a few had offer to let them stay, fewer for free, his Father decided to camp outside instead. He felt drain from all the services they had perform today. Apparently there was a swarm of deadly fish earlier this month, and as their main food source is fishing, there was a lot of death. It did't help that after Mason death, the death rate increase because of his ghost type. But he shouldn't speak ill of the dead, and try to bring his thoughts in a difference direction. Like why was his father, Victor, was smiling like an idiot and what is in that basket.

"Dad? Wha-AHHHH!" He started to ask before he was trap in the tentacles of Lucy, the Jillicent brought him up to his father. "Hello son! I have the most wonderful news!" He shouted at him, a flash of red show that his mother Gengar was hiding within him. "Little Dawn had perform her first service! Which mean you can now go one you journey!" Oh, oh no. Dust knows actually where this was going, and doesn't like it one bit. "Oh?" It it was posible, his father smile got even wider. He blame Soul, the Gengar always enhance his father to this state. "Look like you know what that means after all! Good!"

When he wake up, the moon was high in the sky looking down at him. The weight of a Pokeball was on he chest, telling him that his fear was true. A sigh escape him, sounding something more fitting to someone that had given up to living. "Damn it dad, i didn't thought you would actually do it." It was a small comfort that he know his father wouldn't truly abandon him, mainly just leave alone under the watch of his team of ghost. There no point in fighting it, he was "alone" til either sunrised or he find a partner. "Let's get going I guess."

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 Posted: Jan 14 2018, 06:39 PM
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[ Welcome to Terrene! I have prepared a short story that will play out for Dusk, in which a number of wild Pokemon will appear. Depending on Dusk's choices and interactions with these creatures, one of them could end up being Dusk's first Pokemon! Remember, I remain in control of all of these wild Pokemon until the end of the topic. Enjoy, and let me know if you have any questions! ]


Nighttime, winter, Desert Strip. There wasn't anywhere much colder in all of Terrene in these conditions, other than perhaps the higher reached of Onix Peak. The temperatures were well below freezing; if there had been any moisture in the Desert Strip, it would have been solid ice by midnight. Hopefully Dusk was aware of these conditions, having previously traveled through this area, and was well prepared.

These dark hours were not friendly ones, but perhaps to one of Dusk's lifestyle and occupation, it was less frightening. The night was more familiar to him- but that didn't make it any less dangerous.

Ahead of Dusk, a small form in the night crossed his path. Its pace was slow and its feet were dragging and it stared straight ahead, never turning to look at Dusk. If the human drew closer, he would be able to distinguish and identify the creature: a young Cubone. But something seemed... wrong.

Its movements were sloppy, weak, slow. Its hand was only loosely grasping its club; and in fact, as it passed by perpendicular to Dusk, the object slipped from its hand, and the Cubone didn't so much as blink or show any sign whatsoever that it noticed that it had dropped the bone, nor did it ever acknowledge Dusk. It simply shuffled, zombie-like, along its way toward the distant eastern coastline.

It would not respond to anything Dusk said, so he could either follow it... or attempt to physically handle it somehow.

But the Cubone wasn't the only creature in the area. In the other direction, a bit to the southwest, a small black rodent lounged, curled up head-to-tail. It wasn't sleeping, as it was nocturnal, but it didn't seem to be particularly interested in moving. It just watched: watched clouds move across the starry sky, watched the Cubone amble creepily on, watched the human stalking out into the desert, watched as a Sandile rapidly approached-

"Sssssan!" The reptile that suddenly appeared on the scene from further in the desert hissed out a squeaky, pleading hiss as it raced over to the Rattata. The Rattata's eyes squinted a bit, not appreciating how the silent and peaceful night it had been enjoying had been interrupted so suddenly and unsettlingly. It didn't bother to respond, or even move. It just stared at the shouting reptile.

The Sandile was about to plead again with the Rattata, when it spotted Dusk in the distance. It hesitated a moment, then skittered over to the human and hissed, "San-ssssan!" It then proceeded to run a circle around Dusk and then take off back toward the rat. It hissed again at the rat, and then ran back off in the direction it had come from.

Did it want Dusk to follow? The little rodent glanced at the retreating from of the Sandile, and then at Dusk, and then back at the Sandile. It seemed hesitant and indecisive, apparently mulling over some decision in its head. For now, it just laid its head back on the ground.

What events would transpire that night, and which ones would Dusk choose to attend to?


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 Posted: Jan 17 2018, 10:03 PM
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The nightly wind of the Desert Strip brushed against his skin, causing goosebumps to appear over his arms, before he could safety hid them in his cloak. It was a good thing that his cloak was layer with mereep wool, and that he was so used to the natural coldness that ghost brings, or else he would of been freezing very soon. He stood still for a movement, wondering which direction he should go first on his search. It doesn't matter how far away he would get from the town, Lucy and Soul would come and get him by daybreak, with or without a partner. Luckily for him, the choice was taken away from him with the arrival of a lonely soul.

Dusk watched the Cubone moved past him on it march, he clearly saw the lack of will that it hold within it. He tried to picture what had made it like that, only to picture up some dark thoughts born from his experiences and it's species lore. With a maybe accurate picture, he turn away from the sad sight, it goes against his values but without a body he can't help comfort it. Before he could lose himself in his mood, a sound broke him from his somber air. A smile broke out of his face as his mind went back to his younger day's when his uncle was a trainer and would visited them, With no mistake, Dusk turn and found a small Sandile hissing at one of the new Ratatta that appear last year.

He watch it calmly, unsure and afraid he would make it scare and cause it to run away. As if hearing his thoughts, and willing to prove him right, it turn it's head to him and stare hesitantly. Yet proving him wrong, instead of running away it ran straight at him. Dusk wasn't prideful enough to lie and say he wasn't scare, a wild pokemon was charging at him with out warning. Yet dispirit what he expected, it only hiss at him and circle around him. "Do you want me to follow you?" He ask out loud, more to himself then to the leaving sand lizard.His curiosity peak, he moved to followed after it.

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The small rodent watched the human pass it by to follow the Sandile deeper into the desert; it then made up its mind on whatever issue had been plaguing it, and settled its head back down to its original resting position. Yes, life was good when you could just relax...

The Sandile, however, was far from relaxed. It glanced over its shoulder only once, to see who, if either, had decided to follow; upon seeing that there was, in fact, someone there, it picked up the speed. Apparently, wherever it wanted to lead him to, it was in a hurry. It hissed as it sped along, limbs flying in circular movements and its tail whipping back and forth as it powered along.

Hopefully Dusk could keep up for the quarter mile sprint that the reptile was taking him on.

It soon became clear what the crocodile was leading him to: there was a fight going on ahead, and a rather one-sided one, at that. A Cacnea, body peppered with small scorch marks, faced off against a particularly angry-looking striped cat.

Beyond the Cacnea, two small bodies, either completely unmoving or nearly so, laid on the cold and dry ground. But Dusk wouldn't be able to see who or what they were until he got past the battle; the Cacnea had itself positioned in the way, preventing everyone from accessing the fallen creatures behind it.

The Sandile approached the fight and leered at the Litten, who growled in reply. The cat glanced warily at Dusk, clearly wondering what his purpose here was. The Litten had been winning mere moments ago, but that was when the fight had been one on one... now it was one on two, perhaps even one on three if the human was going to join in.

Still, the Litten stood its ground. The Cacnea looked about ready to fall over, but it managed to keep upright despite its battle wounds. It kept glancing over its shoulder at whoever the two unmoving things were behind it. The Sandile glared viciously at the Litten, looking more than ready to lunge into the fight.

Dusk had a couple of options. He could join the fight on the side of one of the Pokemon. He could attempt to break up the fight somehow. He could try to pass the Cacnea who was guarding the fallen creatures to see who they were and what shape they were in. It seemed like the wild Pokemon were waiting for the human to change the tide of the battle, one way or another.


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He was so glad that one of his past games was chasing around old Bel, his grandfather Banette, around the house in crater. As the old pokemon usually never tried, it mean that their game of chase would last late into the evening. All that running prepared him, as he was able to keep up with the sandlie for the most part. Once or twice he almost lost it, but luckily the land was mostly flat, so he would see it in the distinct if he get too far behind.

Before he know it, Dusk found himself in the middle of a showdown. It took him a movement to understand what was happening, and a glance behind the Cacea gave him the last clue to make paint the picture. It look like he had a choice, either aid the Sandlie and it friend, or move away from them all together, He didn't think on it for long, he already went along so far, he might as well go with the flow and hope for the best.

With an admittedly soft growl, Dusk bare his teeth at the small kitten. He move his hand in a claw like manner, copying what he seen pokemon do while fighting. His eyes never left the felines, even as he move closer to the Cacea to help block the figures in the sand, He doesn't know what they are, heck they could be the Litten pack for all that matter, but he made his attention clear to all. He was siding with the two defenders.

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The fur along the wild Litten's spine raised up as the human showed his teeth and gave a soft growl. It snarled in return, but seemed to hesitate. Three against one were not the odds it had signed up for in this. Still, it spat embers at Dusk's face before turning tail and fleeing into the wilderness.

The Sandile let out an enraged hiss; instead of letting the cat flee, the angry desert crocodile gave chase. Apparently, it was not willing to cut its losses and let its enemy escape. It was bound and determined to make sure the Litten paid for what it had done to the Cacnea.

The cactus, however, stayed. It was less concerned with vengeance and more concerned with the two creatures it had been guarding, which Dusk would now be able to turn his attention to, unless he chose to follow the Sandile and Litten into the desert. The Cacnea turned its back to the fleeing cat and its pursuer, moving over to the two forms that laid on the ground.

The first was a pink creature. At first glance she could almost be mistaken for a human infant, but she was actually a humanoid Pokemon with pouty lips, big eyes, and blonde, messy hair. This poor creature was the worst off, entirely unconscious and breathing shallowly. A huge burn ran across the entire length of her face, and one of her eyes was swollen shut because of it. There were claw and bite marks on her hands and feet, many of them bleeding. She was alive, for now, but who knew if she would continue to live if she didn't receive immediate medical attention.

The second creature was black and orange and rather triangular in shape. It still held onto its consciousness, and it watched the Cacnea approach, and Dusk as well, if the human had chosen to stay rather than chase the Sandile and Litten further into the desert. It had small burns marks and a couple of scratches on its body, as well, but it was in far better shape than the Smoochum was. It croaked out a quiet sound, presumably either in gratitude or greeting.

The Cacnea itself was still dealing with its burns and gouges, but was pushing past its pain to check on the unfortunate victims of what looked like multiple fire types. Perhaps the Litten was only one member of a pride of cats that had attacked? If so, perhaps the Sandile did need help, or else it may be running right into a trap.

Then again, the creatures that weren't chasing the Litten needed help, too.

Again, Dusk had a choice to make. Chase after the Sandile to help it get its revenge, or at least attempt to keep it safe in case it was running toward a whole pride of cats? Stay with the casualties- and if he did stay, who would he tend to first?


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An almost inaudible sigh escaped from Dusk as soon as the Litten turn away to run, through the embers hurt it could of been worst. While he had hope his actions would scare it, he knows that it was a dream that rarely turn into reality. He was kinda disappointed that the Sandile went after it, but he did his duty, it is up the Sandile now. Speaking of his duty, Dusk turned around and followed the Cacnea to who they were protecting.

His first thoughts were that he was right on what the were fighting for, his second thoughts was 'is that a baby?' Worry filled him as he caught sight of what look like a human child laying down in the dirt. It was only after he got a second look that he noticed the old coloring of the creature. Slightly relived, the poor thing was still cover in wounds, he slowed down his breathing and calm his heart. He don't know if he had the courage to buried a babe, or the will to stop his tears for an unlived life.

He turn his attention to the other injury pokemon, trying to see if he was able to help it. It was in a much better shape then the first one, and even mange to hold onto it's consciousness. A small surge of pain pinged within his heart as it let out a small sound. He wsn't a healer of physical wounds, but spiritual. The best he could do was to offer them some warmth within his cloak. With a small sigh of regret, he slowly reached for both of the injury pokemon. If they let him, he would caddle them in his arms and cover them with his cloak. "It's okay, i protect you."

Even though he said that to the both of them, he made sure he was look into the eyes of the triangle shape one while saying so. He wanted to make sure he intention fully came across to them. Weather if it let him so, he would turn to the Cacnea for his next question. "Is there a safe place near by? Or any berry plants?

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The Smoochum was in no position to consent or object to Dusk's plan of action; she remained unconscious and unmoving and absolutely limp as Dusk picked her up and pulled her into his lap. As a part ice-type, she didn't really require the human's body warmth, so she was honestly in about the same position as before, though perhaps if she had been conscious she might have realized that Dusk's lap was a mite more comfortable that the desert ground.

The Snorunt, on the other hand, resisted at first. It struggled only enough to make Dusk realize that it did not wish to be held; as soon as Dusk stopped trying to pick it up, however, it relaxed. It pulled itself up into a seated position, and seemed to examine Dusk thoughtfully.

In response to Dusk's question, the Cacnea only shuffled its tiny pointed feet and looked nervous. It didn't have enough experience with humans to have any idea at all what Dusk was saying. It turned to the Snorunt and spoke to it in a quiet voice that sounded deep and echoey, as if reverberating out from a mostly empty body; the triangular ice-type gave a one-syllable response to whatever the Cacnea had said.

Though the Snorunt seemed independent in personality and at least strong enough to stand on its own two feet, it was clearly still very weak. Every now and then it shuddered in pain, and it didn't seem to be too steady on its feet. In fact, after a moment of standing, it gave up and sat down in the dirt, breathing heavily. The Cacnea moved close to the Snorunt and spoke in an even softer voice, presumably offering comfort or reassurance to the injured ice-type.

It seemed that Dusk would have to make his own decision regarding how to care for the injured; the Cacnea apparently either assumed Dusk had a plan, or just plain didn't know what to do. Regardless, simple verbal communication wasn't going to cut it, due to the language barrier. So what was Dusk to do?


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He didn't fight the Snorunt as it struggle away from him, his focus swiftly moving to the Cacnea in hope that it understand him. With the lack of movement and the slight confusion on it face quash that hope. A frown found it way onto Dusk face, eye fill with worry at the lack of communication and choices he had. Feeling the blood of the Smoochum soak his shirt, he solidify his mind and unhook his cloak to laid both it and the pokemon on the sand.

With a small wish of gratitude to his grandmother for making him more cloaks, he lay the pokemon in the center of the cloak. He grab his water skin, it look like his dad fill it when he knock him out, and rip the bottom of his clock. He used the water to clean the wounds of the Smoochum before covering them up with some makeshift bandages from his cloak. With the wounds clean and tie, he move to the burn around it eye.

It was a good thing that his mother made him an Rawst Berry cream, though it look like he barely had enough for all three. He scope the cream and gently cover the burns, making sure to be extra when touch around the eye. "Welp, that all I can do for you. Hopefully you will be able to pull throw." Dusk whisper, moving away from it to get closer to the other two to see if they would allow him to heal them.

"It water, please take some." He offer the waterskin to the Cacnea, his interactions with grass types where limited but he knows that all plant need water one way or another. He would wait for it to take it, even drinking a bit to show it safe, before moving to the Snorunt. Knowing it at least weary of him, he offer the cream and his hand for inspection. "It okay, I want to help you. It will make you feel better." Dusk tried to keep his voice calm and soothing, hoping to get his intention across.

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The Snorunt appreciated that the human didn't try to hold it against its will; it didn't retreat far, moving just out of Dusk's immediate reach before settling. It remained seated and watched Dusk closely as he began to work on the Smoochum's numerous wounds, cleaning and binding them, and applying some sort of fairly pleasant-smelling paste to the burned areas of the unconscious Pokemon. The Cacnea, too, was riveted on Dusk's actions. The grass-type hemmed and hawed in Dusk's peripheral vision, looking generally worried but not knowing what it could do to help. Every now and then it spoke in a soft tone; the Snorunt would give a brief reply to some of the Cacnea's statements or questions, but for the most part, the Snorunt remained silent and still despite its occasional shivers of pain.

At the end of Dusk's efforts on the Smoochum's behalf, it was unclear how much the unconscious Pokemon's state had or had not improved. She still remained unconscious, and morbidly still save for shallow, shuddering, uneven breaths.

The Cacnea was about to move forward to inspect the Smoochum as Dusk began to move away from it, but instead found itself face-to-face with the human's waterskin. It made a questioning noise, but eventually figured out that there was water in there it could access. It didn't take much; it was a cactus, after all, and didn't need too much water to survive for long periods of time. Still, it wouldn't be wise to ignore a free and easy water source. After getting the drink, the Cacnea moved over to inspect the Smoochum, wondering if she would pull through.

As Dusk turned his attention to the Snorunt, it didn't flinch away from him. It was a calm creature, and rational. It knew for certain at this point that the human was its best chance at a quick recovery. It wouldn't move away from Dusk, as long as the human didn't attempt to pick it up or hold it down, it would stay still if Dusk tried to apply the burn cream or otherwise treat its wounds.


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"I hope you feel better." Dusk mumble underneath his breath, taking back the water skin from the grass type. He was less worry for it then the other two, seeing as it was strong enough to check on the others. His eyes linger for a moment, going over it own injuries to make sure he hadn't miss anything in his haste to help the Smoochum. Though other then it burns, which the water should help with, he couldn't do anything to help it.

A sigh of relief escape from him when he took stock of the Snorunt injuries. Not counting the obvious sign of consciousness, it lack the more heavy cuts from the Litten claws. Still, the burn marks was a cause of concern that needed to be addressed. Seeing that it isn't moving away or showing any signs of aggression, he moved to apply the burn cream onto it's scorch skin.

"There you go, it should stop the pain and speed up the healing." He told it, flashing a small smile before checking the three over once more. His sight turn up to the sky, searching for the moon, and old tricks his father taught him to tell the time. His water skin was almost empty, goosebumps crawl up his arms from the cold air and his supplies where left with his father. "What should we do now?"

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As Dusk finished working on its injuries, the Snorunt backed away. The shivering triangular creature eyed the human, then turned to glance at the still-unconscious Smoochum, then finally turned to the Cacnea and spoke a short, brusque statement that was, of course, unintelligible to Dusk. The Cacnea nodded and said something in a soft tone in response, then turned to Dusk as Dusk spoke.

As usual, none could understand the human's speech. They did understand, however, through his tone and his body language, that he wasn't about to get up and leave. Both the Cacnea and the Snorunt looked at Dusk for a moment; but then the Snorunt turned and wandered off, without explanation. At least, without explanation that Dusk could understand- perhaps the Snorunt had been explaining its departure to the Cacnea before. It was impossible to say for sure.

As it stood now, though, Dusk was left with the Cacnea and the unconscious Smoochum. The cactus toddled on its small spiked feet over to the pink infantile humanoid, cooing and murmuring at her in a low tone that Dusk could probably interpret as concerned. The girlish Pokemon's breathing was still shallow and unsteady, but her facial expression seemed to be a bit more... relaxed than before. There was less of a grimace of pain on her face.

It was unclear if this was a good sign, or a bad one. It was clear, however, that her fate was yet to be determined. It was only a waiting game, now.

Eventually, the Cacnea settled down a bit, sitting and relaxing into the ground near the Smoochum. The grass-type kept an eye on the fallen Pokemon, the cactus' eyes drifting shut every now and then as it battled against its exhaustion, fighting to stave off the sleepiness that kept taking over.

Dusk was in for a long and quiet rest of the night, it seemed.


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It wasn't clear when it happened, exactly, but at some point during the night, the Smoochum stopped breathing.

Her breathing had started to become more regular, which had been a good sign- but her breathing had also become more shallow, which was... less of a good sign.

And when the Cacnea saw that the Smoochum had ceased breathing, the cactus let out a hollow and whispy whine, like the sound of wind whistling through reeds. Now it just... didn't know what do do with itself. It spent much of the rest of the night pacing, and occasionally whimpering.

And the Sandile never returned.

More than anything else, the Cacnea felt... alone. Alone in its sadness. Its old friend Sandile had not come back. It's small charge, the Smoochum, had died. The Snorunt had walked away, content to continue livings its life in solitude.

Now, it was just the Cacnea...

...and Dusk.

The grass-type looked up at Dusk. Could this human be a friend? The plant made a soft, quietly echoing sound and stepped toward Dusk, watching the human carefully for a reaction.

[Cacnea will stay with Dusk and follow him when sunrise comes.]


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For most of the night, it seemed that the Smoochum's fate could go either way, like a flip of the coin.

Eventually, however, the Smoochum's erratic breathing deepened and calmed, and this seemed like a significant turning point. The feminine creature looked more like it was sleeping peacefully, rather than battling through some internal injury.

The Cacnea noticed this, and was incredibly relieved. And soon, the Sandile returned from its hunt of the offending Litten, and the cactus was eager to tell the Sandile of all that had transpired in the croc's absence.

As morning drew close, the Smoochum began to stir. Just before sunrise, her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing to jump into her vision was the Cacnea. At that point, the peaceful (if tense) nighttime turned into a very loud morning.

For someone who had just been on death's doorstep, the Smoochum had quite a lot of energy. Physically, she wasn't yet recovered. She could hardly move. But she was incredibly vocal, apparently having a lot to say to both the Cacnea and to Sandile, and even to Dusk, despite the fact that he wouldn't be able to understand a single word she said.

And she said a lot of words.

Unbeknownst to Dusk, the Sandile and Cacnea regaled the Smoochum of the events of the night, and the little pink creature took a particular interest in the part that Dusk played in her recovery. She frequently turned her dark eyes to him, staring at him with something akin to judgement, as if she was sizing him up.

The big questions she was attempting to answer was, was he worthy of her? And if she went with him... would he continue to be helpful to her?

Perhaps she wouldn't know the answer to that question unless she tried him out.

[Smoochum will stay with Dusk and follow him when sunrise comes. Smoochum will require one development thread focused on healing before she can participate in an adventure.]



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It wasn't clear when it happened, exactly, but at some point during the night, the Smoochum stopped breathing.

Her breathing had started to become more regular, which had been a good sign- but her breathing had also become more shallow, which was... less of a good sign.

And when the Cacnea saw that the Smoochum had ceased breathing, the cactus let out a hollow and whispy whine, like the sound of wind whistling through reeds. Now it just... didn't know what do do with itself. It spent much of the rest of the night pacing, and occasionally whimpering.

But then the Sandile returned. The Cacnea rushed to meet the black and tan crocodile, hooting in a low tone at its old friend. They conversed together, lost in their friendship, the human fading into the back of their minds.

Dusk was left alone, to return empty-handed to his father.

But the next evening, he would have a familiar visitor. A little triangular creature, quiet and stoic as ever, approaching Dusk from the shadows. It had seen some value in having a partner such as Dusk by its side. It wasn't exactly a team player, and it entirely convinced that this human was worth the trouble that humans could bring, but... perhaps it was worth a try.

[Snorunt will find Dusk at the next sunset.]






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The worry in his eyes disappear and was replaced with the steel wall that was his experience with death. A small hint of sadness linger for movement but had no hold on him. He was too used to this fact of life for it to hold any meaning for him. With a small sigh that show how tired he was, Dusk used his cloak to cover her up to protect her body from the elements. A hollowed out sound escape somewhere from the left of him, the Cacnea broken from the lost of it's friend.

Dusk didn't know what to do, he want to try and comfort it, but he was unsure how it would react to his presence right now. It the same reason why he didn't left, he was scare to make any sudden movement that would set it off. Fortunately the return of the Sandile keep it's attention away from him. Unfortunately. when it finally safe to move again the sunrise had just begin and the cold, familiar present of Lucy was next to him.

"Welp, let's go Lucy." The jellyfish lead him away from the Smoochum, away from his cloak that cover her. He was passive toward the whole thing, his mind already thinking about what the next night was to bring. The smell of smoke filled his senses along with the scent of cooked berries. With a click the sensations hit him all at once, it was only because of Lucy that he remain standing up. With the camp in site, his eye fall heavy from the night experience while his belly rumble in protest of being empty.

The hours escape him as he was fed and put into bed, the rising and lowering of the sun was the only hint to the passing time. Before he know it, Dusk was relaxing by the fire listening to his father make plans to return to Crater. Few sneeze escape him, the adventure from the night before had left him with a small cold. He was slightly disappoint that was all he caught but was thanking his stars that he return at all.

As if to make him an liar, he felt something creep up behind him. Expecting one of the ghost that was just waking up, he pay it no mind. It was only after he notice his Father growing smile that he realized that both of the ghost was next to him. With a twist, his caught sight of an strange but welcome sight. The Snorunt from before was just sitting there, stareing at him at an comfortable distance. It look like he had found a partner after all, which was a good thing. He was sure his dad was planing to knock him out again very soon.

@Jani

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 Posted: Mar 30 2018, 05:58 PM
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Thus Dusk gained a partner- or perhaps better said, a potential partner, assuming Dusk would continue to prove himself to the Snorunt who had decided to give the human a chance. Perhaps, together, they would be stronger than they were apart- and who knew what was in store for their future...


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