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Jun 23 2018, 03:43 PM
Skids was shaking, why was he still shaking? As he shuddered, he noticed it wasn't his whole body that was shaking. No...the source of his shaking was his forearm. Looking to his arm and bleeding area, he started rinse it off. Wincing in pain as he felt the water hit the open areas get hit with water. The pain that went through his arm made it shake more. Though...what could he do in regards to stopping the bleeding? Rinsing his hand off, he searched his pockets for something. But he had nothing...no bandages, and the wound was a bit too much to use just tearing his shirt apart to try and fix. A sigh left him as he sat there. His gaze wandering to the water. He felt so tired...tired of trying.
“Hey, I'm bored. When are we gonna start training?” the Turtwig questioned, having grown tired of doing nothing.
He wanted this journey to begin! So he could get stronger and be the greatest. Hell he was already the greatest but still! Hearing the sounds of the pokemon, Skids looked to them. Trying to give a smile but he had no heart for it, nothing came.
“It'll be alright...we're almost there...” Skids said.
The turtwig tilted their head, confused by the man but not going to really try and question what they were saying. The demon pup was strong, he'd give em that and they were strong by being with this human most likely. Granted, Turtwig couldn't yet understand their strange speak. Though even they took notice of the red substance leaving the human's arm and it trailing onto the ground in dots. The Turtwig tilted their head, pausing for a moment to inspecting a few drops of blood. They touched it with a stumpy foot, feeling the liquid being slightly warm but quickly loosing that warmth. Looking to the human, he took quick note of them being a bit ahead of em.
”HEY! Wait up!” Turtwig barked as he charged forth.
Making his short stubby legs carry him faster. Skids barely heard him, feeling a bit sick now as he was just walking forward on fumes more than anything. Coming to a pause, he leaned his shoulder against a tree. This unknowingly gave the Turtwig the advantage to catch up, though they were trying too hard as it was. So their speed ended up causing them to not notice the human being stopped and their head bumped into Skids' leg. Not enough force behind it to cause damage but enough to stop the turtwig and make him narrow his gaze up at the human.
”What g....uh...” The turtwig started but they went silent, their eyes going a bit wide as they were able to see Skids' tired face. ”Uh dude, you ain't looking too good.”
Indeed not, his face had paled as Skids slowly sank to the ground. The turtwig watched him confused, not sure why they were sitting down when they should've been doing stuff. As the strongest Turtwig there was, he could skip a day of training but...he couldn't really train on his own. Was the human really so weak as to let this injury cause so much trouble for em? Turtwig might've understood better if it had been their leg, as it would hinder movement. This was on their arm, a limb not used for walking best Turtwig knew of humans. Why did they walk on two legs like some pokemon did?
“Sorry...I just...need a rest.” Skids said, feeling a headache coming on as well.
In truth, he needed this looked at but who could he even bother with that? No one....no one would probably help him. Why would they? Everyone was struggling in one way or another to provide for themselves. As he sat there, a hand went to his wound and rested over it. Not applying much pressure but he didn't really think it would matter. Since he couldn't cover every single hole given to him. Due to his mood, Skids paid no attention to his surroundings. The sound of footsteps didn't reach his ears and honestly, he didn't even notice someone's eyes staring at him. Only until a voice broke the silence.
“You.” A female voice commented, their tone was surprised and yet...hold something else in it.
Skids turned his head to allow for him to look at the owner of the voice. Braided hair in a ponytail caught his eye, a sentrat upon their shoulder, and the body of the young woman he just had the oddest of luck constantly running into. She held a basket in her arms, it wasn't filled all the way and thus Skids couldn't see what she had in it.
“Yes...me...” Skids commented, his voice low and not really addressing anything, more just repeating what was already said in a odd way.
“Your arm....what did...” The girl started as she took a step near him, though she took more note of how horrible he looked. “You shouldn't be sitting there. Treat your wounds, why are you just...”
She seemed to be trying to yell at him, trying to lecture him. But as she watched him avert his gaze and took note of how tired he was looking, she found herself not having enough of the heart to do that. She wasn't fully happy with his choice after all, choosing to keep the demon despite her trying to accept his different views. But...how could she think of that now? When he was sitting there, blood oozing form his arm, and looking like he was ready to pass out. Was he not used to such a wound? Or...he was old looking. She didn't know his exact age...and grey hair was often a sign of older age. Looking to her sentrat, the two shared a look.
Turtwig watched these two, wondering if they were contemplating battle. Yes! More training! The turtwig would enjoy showing this woman and their pokemon that he the strongest Turtwig from the wilds! After all, that sentrat looked like it hadn't done much in battle. It would learn of it's inferiority if they dared to face him.
Alas, the turtwig would get disappointment as the woman approached. Setting a hand on Skids shoulder to try and gain his attention. The man didn't budge but he was still awake. Just trying to ignore one of the many pains he was feeling. The thoughts of what he had just caused was still pulling at his mind. Could he have done something different? Could he have prevented the two deaths he caused? It was only when tugging on his coat that his thoughts were broken. The girl was trying to pull him to his feet, not succeeding due to him sort of being dead weight at the moment; as he hadn't been trying to get up at all during her attempts.
“What...are you doing?” Skids asked, standing up slowly and honestly with some of the aid her tugging had given.
“You need to treat that wound, come on.” The girl instructed, her tone was serious and once he was up, she started to search her basket for something.
“It'll be fine. I just...need to rest a few moments.”
“No, you need more than rest. You need to treat that.”
The girl pulled out a pokeball and a light was released to reveal a tauros. The bull pokemon looked to the girl and as they looked around, seemed to be expecting a wagon to be hooked up to. Only...nothing. Their gaze landed on the older man by the daughter of their actual master. Well he wasn't used to carrying people but a glance back to her revealed that was what she was going to ask of em. The old tauros gave a sigh, not sure what to make of this choice but eh, who was he to complain? The old bull gave a nod of their head and lowered themselves down to allow for better aid in getting Skids on them. Skids was about to protest but he found no energy to do so, none in terms of physical or mental. The girl pulled him forward and made him sit on the bull pokemon's back. She was about to reach for the turtwig but they held up a stumpy foreleg.
”NO! I will walk! I ain't weak! This big bull can't outrun me!” Turtwig boasted, the old tauros gave a groan, more annoyed with the little turtle already.
Jun 23 2018, 12:54 PM
With his arm bandaged up thanks to the aid of the young girl he seemed to keep running into, Skids was determined to try and pay her back somehow. He didn't figure that part out. But having heard that some lady who apparently breed pokemon and sold their eggs was in need of aid with what was leftover. Not having much of the courage or desire to head back out into the forest due to the events a few days ago. He figured that this would be a good idea.
With Shiranui in his arms, he walked through town. Feeling the stares thrown his way and beside him was the Turtwig. He had still yet to name them And as they followed along, he knew that they were itching to get back to training. At least Shiranui liked them, that was a good sign. With how on the fence they were with Powder Sugar, it was a relief to see that Shiranui wouldn't be that way with every pokemon. So it gave him a small bit of hope. "Training is more important than this, what are we doing again?"
The turtwig questioned, looking up to the demon pup."You need training? And I thought you were the strongest."
Shiranui teased with a smile. "The Alpha said something about a job of sorts, or at least, that's what I overhead from him talking to that vendor.""I AM the strongest!"
The turtwig tried to puff his chest out but failed miserably as he couldn't do that at the same time as walking.
So his stubby legs made him stumble before he caught himself and kept moving. Skids looked down, making sure the pokemon was still following at a good pace. What he found was a proud looking Turtwig, trying to carry themselves with even more pride. Confident strides; once they got their balance back of course. Skids smile pulled a bit more into revealing itself and he looked away from them, taking note of the odd building that had been described to him. Pausing before the door, he took a deep breathe, before he reached with a hand and knocked on the door.
When the door opened, he would give a kind smile to whoever opened it. It wasn't on par with his smiles in the past but it was a good one nonetheless.
"Good day, is Miss Dentelle in? I heard she still need some help and I was hoping I could lend a hand." Skids said.@Jani
Jun 15 2018, 02:31 PM
A loud boom of thunder made Balto cringe, he had his hood up as the rain came down on him. Dixie was huddled behind his head in the hood as well, she poked her head out and looked at the sky. Dark. It was suppose to be day right now but with all this rain and storm clouds, it looked like night. Balto shuddered as the rain was quickly assualting his arcanine pelt coat. He held it closed as he walked, the wet ground squishing under his boots.
"It all looks the same..." Balto muttered, looking around. "I don't know the way back..."
Dixie looked out his hood but kept her head in the hood to try and stay dry. As much as she would hate to say it, she was in the same pickle. The darkness and rain was making things hard to see. The wet muddy ground made tracks disappear with ease, and now....now all the trees looked the same. She gave a sigh as she patted his head, though noticed a rouge leaf in the inside of the hood. Quickly she plucked it out and threw it away.
The loud boom made a chill go up his spine and Balto picked up his space, just wanting to find some form of shelter. As he walked, the ground had suffered too much water damage and it destabilized under his boot. A cry left the boy as he slid down the hill, tumbling to the ground, and landing with a hard thud; barely avoiding a decent sized rock that rested just inches from his head. Although pain went through his body from how he landed and he made a sound in pain as he pushed himself up. Mud all over his clothes now.
Dixie nearly fainted at this but what was more important? Cleaning or staying dry herself? The grey rodent made a sound in her debate, and while she was curious if he was okay, she didn't want to show it. Sitting on his knees, the hood slid slightly, showing his face but it still covered Dixie. Doing his best to look around with only one working eye, Balto knew that all he was doing was getting lost.
Jun 14 2018, 06:22 PM
With the moon high up, Skids walked through the moonlite streets. Shiranui was sort of leading the way, quickly rushing off to get to a better spot but would wait for the older male. Skids gave a smile and quickened his pace a bit more. Shiranui responded merely with a wag of their tail and rushing ahead once more; at least they were keeping an eye on how far ahead they got and would wait. Skids could remember when they didn't do that though he knew that he'd have to get him to warm up more to Powder Sugar.
For now though, he didn't remove the other pokemon from their ball. They were probably sleeping or comfortable at least. Coming to a area with a broken wall, Shiranui jumped up and looked at the large moon high up in the sky. Taking a deep breathe, Shiranui let out a howl. He hadn't done that in a while and Skids saw no reason to stop em. They were away from the houses a nice bit, so they shouldn't be able to bother people. Arriving at the same wall, Skids smiled before he pulled himself up onto it; with a small struggle.
"Lovely night huh?" Skids asked, Shiranui gave a nod."Yes!"
Shiranui barked, tail wagging.
Skids gave a smile before glancing up at the moon, it was a lovely sight. How the moonlight helped to keep things bright here. Bright enough for him to see a good bit ahead. Knowing though that Shiranui would probably tire of just sitting here, he gave a smile before he took a deep breathe.
"Aaaroooo!" Skids howled, mimicking Shiranui to see if it would amuse them.
Shiranui was surprised but instead of amusement, glee went through em. It was like a pack! Skids howl sounded nice enough and the pup quickly joined in. Something with good hearing would hear this super well while a normal person would pick up on it too.@Sev
Jun 14 2018, 04:46 PM
Skids is a kind old man, one who is rather fun loving. Currently he's in Ashfield but he plans to start making preparations to head out toward Crater City. This man is always willing to lend a hand. Skids normally happy mood has started to falter at times, with the negative feelings of being old and useless growing in his mind; amplified by having a demon on his team. For the most part, Skids retains his personality and his happy mood, but doubts are creeping in.
He does have a scar on his face and currently, his right forearm is suffering from a wound due to him trying to pry Shiranui's jaws open when they weren't listening to him and were clamped down on a wild pidove.
This guy is his starter, Shiranui has his pup like tendancies still though he is coming around slowly. While not a fan of Powder Sugar, he is making a effort. Shiranui can be headstrong and stubborn, he's also easily angered to boot. The pup certainly has a lot of fire and they are coming to like Skids. The poochyena had gotten separated form his pack and ran into Skids. Their original view of Skids was that he was just a elder for this odd little pack and thus when fighting a Pidove, Shiranui let his own instincts rule him and ignored Skids orders as they weren't alpha in his mind. However, this view has been dropped due to Skids showing his dominance when bitten and putting it into his head that Skids wasn't the elder of this pack, he was actually the alpha.
Powder Sugar- Sandygast
the second pokemon to be on his team, Skids befriended this strange pokemon in Ashfield on a rainy day. He even took a bite from Shiranui's fire fang during the incident. She's a nervous creature as she is younger than shiranui, often struggling to understand things. However she is in good hands at least.
The newest addition to the group, Turtwig here has yet to get a name from Skids but they have a uncertain impression of em. While some of their actions have them viewed as weak, Shiranui did a epic speech that helped swayed them over. He wants to become a strong pokemon and while he likes the group; he won't admit that, he sees them as a good means to get him there. He's looking forward to this journey they'll have to do.
Skids is open for anything, friends, foes, romance. You name it, I'm sure we can think of something. Skids' personality might annoy some people or people might think he can't due much due to age.