Welcome

Our old universe has
fallen into impossible chaos and destruction, but the Legendaries will save us; are saving us; have saved us. Soon many lives and memories will fill this new world, and give it purpose.

Events

Terrene continues to heat
up, both in temperature and in conflict. Beta is asking for spies to infiltrate Omega's camp, while Dentelle simply wants to inquire after the scientist's progress. Later in the season, Beta is hosting his annual crater city tournament, where people can test their Pokemon and their leadership and strategies against one another.

Season

Summer will be here until
September. The heat of summer is here in full force, as well as the accompanying summer thunderstorms. Bug, electric, and fire types all thrive while others wilt under these conditions.

Staff

Admins



Jani
Kaien


Moderators



Shasyu
Mod

C-Box

Keep it PG! | rules


Links


external cbox newbie guide pkmn rarity dmg table mod req the maps FAQ PP

Sisters


Pokemon: Terrene Pokemon: Terrene

Profile
Personal Photo

No Photo

Options
Custom Title
Kitsu doesn't have a custom title currently.
Personal Info
Location: No Information
Born: No Information
Website: No Information
Interests
No Information
Other Information
Statistics
Joined: 4-October 16
Status: (Offline)
Last Seen: May 3 2017, 02:16 PM
Local Time: Jul 16 2018, 08:16 AM
85 posts (0.1 per day)
( 0.67% of total forum posts )
Contact Information
AIM No Information
Yahoo No Information
GTalk No Information
MSN No Information
SKYPE No Information
Message: Click here
Email: Private
Signature
View Signature

Kitsu

Player

Topics
Posts
Comments
Friends
My Content
Feb 13 2017, 01:48 PM
[doHTML]<style>
.blackbox {width:300px; height:400px; padding:20px; background:#323232;}
.greybox {width:250px; height:225px; overflow:auto; background:#d9d9da; font-size:11px; font-family: 'Noto Serif', serif; text-align:justify; padding:10px; border-top: #323232 10px double; border-bottom: #323232 10px double;}
.greybox p:first-letter { font-size: 25px; font-family: 'UnifrakturCook', cursive; padding-right:2px;}
.greybox::-webkit-scrollbar {width:5px;}
.greybox::-webkit-scrollbar-track {width:2px;}
.greybox::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb {background:#A1A1A4;}
</style>
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= Noto+Serif |UnifrakturCook:700" rel="stylesheet">
<center>
<div class="blackbox">
<div style="margin-bottom:10px;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/Pj6VirM.png"></div>
<div class="greybox">
<p>Lillian picked up a fallen branch and examined it. She checked the length and tested the weight. “Hmm, not right.” She set it aside and began her search once more. For while now she had felt like something was missing. More than just her memories. Her mind would go back to the first day to what she had been holding until it turned to dust. Something in her told her it was a sword though she wasn't sure about anything else about it. Only that despite the weight it had felt right in her hand. It was the same shape as the one on her necklace. So she had decided to try to make one for herself.

<p>She had quickly found out she could not make it from stone nor the same material as the one on her necklace. It was some type of metal, something that was very rare here. So the only thing left was to make it from wood. She would worry about shaping it after she found the right piece. Behind her Loki lounged on a fallen log. He was at least happy to have a day off. Today was a little cooler than usual so he was taking full advantage to enjoy it. From time to time he would turn his gaze toward his partner. On her back sat the satchel that held that accursed egg. Since that day he had tried running off with it she hadn't let it out of her sight.

<hr>
Egg post: 8
</div></div>
</center>
[/dohtml]
Feb 12 2017, 10:55 PM
Rozen paced from wall to wall in their temporary prison. They were trapped in one of the few places they had ever felt comfortable. Nearby Klara picked at the now frayed edge of the rug Rozen paced on. She scowled down at the threads in her fingers as her natu and lillipup pushed close. They did their best to comfort their master but knew it would be no good. None of them had expected to be confined to Klara's room. Early that morning they had been confronted by Klara's angry parents and Rozen's roommate. Unbeknownst to them the roommate had discovered Rozen's stash. Putting two and two together they figured out Rozen's plan and seized the chance to get ahead themselves.

Gone were the tokens Rozen had saved over the years. Gone were the supplies they had managed to gather together. In a single day their freedom had been snatched from them. Filled with frustration they smacked the side of their fist against the wall. A grunt and rustle of cloth reminded them of the peacekeeper just outside the doorway. They couldn't keep Rozen in their home for good but they could keep them in long enough to curb their escape attempts. Edgar had gone to inform the Deacons and peacekeepers they Rozen was not allowed to pass through the gateways without permission. His wife had taken their roommate to request them assigned to their household as well as having them moved closer. Their roommate would be a maid for the family while also given the task of keeping an eye on Rozen.

A single chirp caught their attention. Rozen turned to see Klara holding a finger to her lips. There was no hiding the devious smile behind it. She tugged on a lock of her hair then motioned for Rozen to turn around. They returned the smirk as they raised their voice just high enough. “Oh you want to play with my hair again?” Rozen moved to sit on a seat nearby the window. Warm breath tickled their ear as Klara began brushing their hair. “A rose shouldn't be kept inside.” Tiny hands intertwined with auburn locks, expertly braiding it. “Hmm then where does it belong?” Paws padded back and forth the floor behind them. The Lillipup followed quiet directions from the Natu. They tugged things out from under Klara's bed and set them in a pile nearby. Rozen smiled sadly as Klara finished braiding their hair and leaned her head against theirs. “Under the wide sky with the sun shining down on it. Where clear rivers run and trees sway in the breeze.”

Rozen turned in the seat and took Klara's face in their hands. Tears sat at the corner of her eyes. They brushed a tear away with a thumb and leaned forward with eyes closed. Rozen touched foreheads with Klara in goodbye. They had no way of knowing when they would met again. The two stayed like that for as long as they could risk. Without knowing when Klara's parents would return they could not waste too much time. When they pulled away Klara went to the pile her pokemon had gathered. She picked things out and put them into a satchel. It wasn't much but it was more than enough to help Rozen. She handed the satchel to Rozen as they slipped on a plain cloak. The Lillipup trotted over to the doorway as the Natu zipped out the window. Rozen took a long look at Klara as they backed toward the window. They smiled as a quick good feeling popped into their head. It was the Natu's signal for all clear. Rozen mouthed a few words before climbing out the window. “Give them hell kid.”

They slipped out as quietly as they could and dashed to the nearest alleyway. They trusted the Natu to let them know if anyone was close by. It had been keeping an eye on the pokemon the peacekeeper had sent to patrol around the house. Rozen had slipped out after it had made its way to the far side of the house. They cast one more glance behind them. Even if this was what they always wanted they would still miss this place. This was where their family and Klara was. It was hard no being able to give a proper goodbye but there was no other way. They just had to hope they could make it to the outskirts without getting caught. They were sure this was the last time the merchant would be here for awhile. Rozen had to make it to them and convince him to take them early. They hurried down the alleyway as quick as they could. They prayed that Arceus was on their side that day.
Feb 8 2017, 12:45 PM
[dohtml]<link href="http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Oswald" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css">
<style type="text/css">
.simpapplication { width: 500px; padding: 15px; background-color: #1a1a1a; border: 1px solid #0e0e0e; font-family: arial; color: #ccc; line-height: 100%; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; }
.simpappname { font-family: oswald; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 30px; line-height: 100%; padding: 2px 0px; text-align: center; }
.simpappinfo { font-family: times; font-style: italic; color: #ccc; font-size: 12px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 20px; }
.simpappsw { font-family: arial; color: #ccc; line-height: 100%; font-size: 11px; }
.simpappdesc { font-family: oswald; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; box-shadow: 1px 1px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.44) inset; color: #A5A5A5; background-color: #292929; padding: 5px; margin: 5px 0px; line-height: 100%; }
.tcred { text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; width: 460px; }
.tcred a {font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; }
</style>
<center>
<div class="simpapplication">


<div class="simpappname">ROZEN THORNE</div>

<div class="simpappinfo">25 - AGENDER - PANSEXUAL</div>

<div class="simpappdesc">Appearance</div>
While their biological gender is male Rozen does not identify as either gender. They stand at just a few inches under 6 feet with a body subtly shaped by their life as one of the Marked. Their skin is a lovely tan with hints of a golden hue that reminds some of desert sands. It is relatively blemish free save for the brand upon their forehead. Put there at the tender age of eight it is what makes Rozen one of the marked. It is in the shape of a beta symbol that is one inch tall and about three quarters of an inch wide. The scar from the brand is only a bit raised and a few shades lighter than the rest of the skin. When the brand was first burned into their skin Rozen was careful not to irritate the scar as it healed resulting in the lower raise of skin. They have taken to hiding it with their bangs until one day they can either remove it somehow or cover it up permanently. If they must put their hair up they use a scarf or headband to cover it up.
<p>
At odds with their skin color they were born with unique hair and eye colors inherited from their mother. Their hair is a dark shade of auburn that extends far down their back. It is usually well kept despite all the sweat and dirt. Since it is one of the few colorful things about them they tend to wear their hair in many different ways. From braids to ponytails they do whatever they can to show off their looks. The only thing that doesn't change is the styling of their bangs. It is cut in such a way that it is shaped like a triangle with the point between their eyebrows. Just before leaving Crater City they cut their bangs in such a way so no one could easily see their Mark. Their eyes are equally a unique color. They are a shade of blue green that is quite close to a light shade of teal. The contrast between their skin, hair and eyes are very striking.
<p>
Thanks to Rozen's nimble fingers they have not had to do as much hard labor as other workers. Their lean figure has been able to remain lean and feminine looking over the years. While they do not identify with either gender they do prefer to wear more feminine clothes. This is because they are more often colorful and made in beautiful styles. While they are used to wearing their simple uniform they love having the chance to cover themselves in colorful loose clothing. The free moving feel of the clothes feels more natural for them. Their day to day work attire is made of simple undyed cloth. A simple tunic over a pair of loose pants tied at the waist by a sash. The sash is often swapped with other colored sashes, acquired thanks to their own skills and from their employer.
<p>
Away from Crater City Rozen is able to wear whatever they wish. Most of the things they wear are made by themselves or clothes they bought and altered to suit their style. They love to use a variety of colors but know that some just do not mix well together. When they can not wear a skirt or dress they prefer to wear loose pants that end a bit below the knee. Most of their clothes are loose to allow them to move easily. Rozen likes to wear simple wooden bangles and other such jewelry when they can. Since metal is hard to come by all the accessories they do have is made of wood, bone and stones. They like how they look and how they sound when they dance. Their feet are a bit rough on the bottom since they like to go around barefoot whenever they can. When they must wear something on their feet they wear sandals in warm weather and boots in cooler weather.


<div class="simpappdesc">Personality</div>
Rozen has always felt out of place, in Crater City and their own body. Growing up they never saw themselves as the same as the other children. They did not feel like a boy, girl or something in between. Rozen does their best to portray themselves in a genderless way though understands when there are confusions. While they do not identify as either gender they do prefer more feminine clothes over masculine clothes. Feminine clothes are more often colorful and done in interesting designs. It gives them a better chance of making them different from everyone else. A way to claim their bodies back. They can not stand the brand on their forehead. Rozen can not stand the thought of someone seeing them only for the mark. If they could they would be rid of it at any cost. It reminds them too much of being someone else's belonging.
<p>
They have always been curious what lays beyond the horizon. Rozen would often be caught staring across the plains or toward the bay. Their curiosity was never halted, not even by the tales of danger outside the walled city. They want to face those dangers themselves one day. To have a chance to overcome them and explore the world. They tire of seeing nothing but dust and walls. They want to see trees that tower high into the sky. Rivers that cut through the land and mountains dusted in snow. They want to experience new things, to see sights no one had ever seen before.
<p>
When they are not forced into a role they hate they are very warm and gentle. If forced into something they become more rebellious and dig their heels in. Rozen loves to interact with others whenever they can. Getting to spend time with Klara gave them endless joy. They never liked how she was treated differently just because she chose not to speak. Just because someone is different did not mean they were worth any less. They love to sing and dance whenever they have the chance. It was a way for them to feel free when trapped within the walls of Crater City.


<div class="simpappdesc">History</div>
Being born in Crater City was a game a chance. Rozen was one of the ones who lost in this game. Born to Immigrant parents they were destined to be one of the marked workers. They were raised alongside their hardworking parents. Day in and day out they worked hard to earn the food that was put on their table. Rozen worked alongside their siblings in the easier tasks while their parents did their best to work the land. It was more difficult to grow crops here but not impossible. Rozen's nimble fingers and sharp eyes separated the bad grains from the rest of the batch. When not working outside they were helping take care of simple tasks inside. Their family shared their home with another family. Most of the families around them shared their homes with other families.
<p>
Early on Rozen noticed they didn't fit in with the other children. They didn't feel like the other little boys and girls. It took them a few years to understand why they didn't feel the same. They were neither a boy nor a girl inside. Their parents were a little confused when their child told them such but soon came to accept it. As long as Rozen was healthy and happy they didn't care what they identified as. There were more than a few adults that would forget this but Rozen didn't mind. When they were beginning to figure themselves out as an individual they were marked. They could not help but feel that their individuality was taken from them. They were given tasks that they had to complete to earn food just like their parents. They were not much harder than the ones they did with their parents but they could no longer run off to play. They now had to earn just for themselves. As the years went by they began to despise the mark on their forehead. In protest they grew their hair long. While they had to keep it out of the way when working when they were alone they were at least able to cover the mark.
<p>
They enjoyed helping their mother repair clothes when they got ripped. Since they were not able to save up many tokens they had to be careful with what they had. It was quickly noted how well they were able to pick up sewing. Rozen was soon assigned to work with a tailor in the Outer city. The tailor had a daughter who had been his assistant until then. She had married that year and had been working on starting her own family. With her halfway through her first pregnancy she was no longer able to help him as much as before. The tailor was very happy to have someone who caught on so quickly. Rozen was happy to work with so many different types of fabric and have a chance to work in such a creative way. As the years went on they were trusted with harder and harder tasks. They would do elaborate embroidery that would take much time and concentration. Rozen came up with many patterns that became quite popular and earn more money for the tailor. They saved up the tokens the tailor would give them from earning the shop extra money.
<p>
As the tailor's family grew Rozen began teaching the new generation whenever they came to visit the shop. One of the tailor's grandsons showed great interest in the craft. They too joined Rozen as an apprentice though they all knew the grandson would one day take over the shop. Many years went by with Rozen putting away a little bit of tokens whenever they could along with spare fabric the tailor would otherwise throw away. While they loved working for the tailor they dreamed for the day they could leave the city walls behind and explore the world. The years slowly passed by with the tailor's grandson working beside them and taking on harder jobs. Near the age of twenty Rozen's life changed. A woman from the inner city came in for a fitting with their young child trailing behind them. The little girl did not make a sound as her mother picked fabric for a new dress.
<p>
Rozen watched from the side as they worked on some embroidery the tailor had left them to work on. While the tailor and their grandson assisted the woman the little girl was left on her own. She looked around the shop with shy interest until her eyes fell on an odd sight. In the corner sat a person with auburn hair and dark skin. They sat on a small stool bent over a piece of fabric with a bone needle dancing between their fingers. Mesmerized the little girl slowly approached Rozen as a flower bloomed on the pale piece of cloth. They did not notice the child approach nor the little green bird hopped out from behind her hair. The minutes ticked by until a tiny sound broke the silence. “W-what kind of f-flower is that?” The sound was barely a whisper but it caught Rozen's attention.
<p>
They looked up in surprise at the soft sound. They had not even noticed the child approach. Rozen smiled at the little girl and her natu as they tilted the cloth forward. “This is a rose.” The little girl leaned forward so that she was nearly in Rozen's lap. “A r-rose? I've n-never seen one b-before.” She reached forward and ran a delicate finger along the raised ridges of thread. The two fell into their own little world as Rozen told the little girl about the flower and many more that were not common in the city. It went from flowers and plants to what their favorite foods were. The minutes ticked by as they happily chatted with each other. After some time Rozen glanced up to see how far along the tailor had gotten with the customer. They were met with the sight of wide eyes and shocked faces. The woman who had come in for the fitting had tears in her eyes and covered her mouth to keep from crying out.
<p>
Confusion filled them as they looked around to see what could have startled the woman so badly. As they did the woman slowly approached. Rozen turned their attention to her as she spoke up, her words shaking from barely held back emotion. “H-how did you do that?” Rozen's confusion grew at the woman's words. Beside them the little girl edged to their side and gripped Rozen's sleeve. The woman choked back more tears and gestered to the child. “How did you get her to speak?” From there the woman elaborated that the child never spoke and that this was the first time she had heard her voice in years. After that the mother and child would visit the shop often. The mother would make up reasons to come just so her daughter could talk with Rozen. Each time the child would open up a little more. Eventually the mother could not come up with anymore reasons to come to the shop besides to bring her daughter to see Rozen. So she made a request.
<p>
With her Bishop husband's help Rozen was reassigned to work in the inner city in the mother's home. Instead of living at home they were moved into a small house on the outer edges of the inner city with a few other 'privileged' marked. Every day they would get up early to care for the only child of Bishop Edgur and his wife Delilah. Klara was a sweet child who hung on Rozen's every word. She would follow behind Rozen as they did their tasks around the house. Her parents would catch snippets of conversation from other parts of the house. With Rozen's presence she would share a few words with her family, more than she had said most of her young life. They had worried for a long time that their only child would never speak. They had even acquired a psychic pokemon for her so she could communicate with others. Even with the natu's help though she did not interact very much with others. After being around Rozen both forms of communication increased.
<p>
Rozen would help Klara with her studies which she had not been very good at since she would never talk. It was slow at first but she quickly caught up to others her age. With Rozen's help she grew just as curious as them about the world around them. They would make up stories and have their own adventures when her studies were done. The years ticked by with each day filled with happiness but there was something missing. No matter how much they loved being with Klara they couldn't be content with staying in Crater City as one of the marked. No mater what they were still bound by their brand. Often Klara would catch Rozen staring off into the distance wistfully. After some time they finally told Klara their wish to leave the city. She did not cry nor make a fuss. Even at such a young age she understood Rozen's wish of freedom. Though there was such an age difference between them they were closer than most and knew each other best.
<p>
Once more Rozen began to save their tokens for they day they would leave. They began talking with the few merchants who came to trade in the city. It took quite some time before they found one that was interested taking them with them. With a way out found Rozen and Klara began planning for the day. They knew Rozen could not just waltz out of the city. Klara's parents would never let them leave. Rozen was the only one who was able to get their precious child to open up. They would fight tooth and nail to keep them there. So they planned to leave a day they would normally have off. Since they were Klara's caretaker they were not often given a time off. Rozen was normally given a day off a few times a month. One of those days matched the merchant's schedule. That would be the day Rozen would leave.
<p>
Unfortunately Rozen got a little sloppy during this time. One of their roommates noticed their odd behavior. Late one night the roommate noticed Rozen mess with a loose stone in the corner where their bed was. When Rozen was gone they went to investigate. Inside were a purse full of tokens and a compass. With a little more snooping they found another stash this one with a tent, a fire starter and some clothes. The wheels began turning in their mind. Normally one wouldn't care that someone planned to leave the city, but the roommate didn't care for Rozen at all. They envied the 'easy' job they had and the perks they got. They saw this as a chance to get ahead themselves. They took both stashes and reported to the Bishop and his wife. At first they couldn't believe Rozen would do such a thing, but after seeing the evidence they leapt into action. Rozen was confided to their home with a peacekeeper friend keeping watch. The Bishop went to inform all the other peacekeepers and Deacons that Rozen was not allowed to pass through the gate without permission while his wife went with the roommate to request closer residence for them both. With their window of freedom closing Rozen had to act quickly.

<div class="simpappdesc"> KITSU - CENTRAL - SHE/HER</div>

</div>
<div class="tcred"><a href="http://shine.b1.jcink.com/index.php?showuser=1892" target="_blank">♛ Ames</a></div>
</center>[/dohtml]
Dec 11 2016, 06:49 PM
[doHTML]<style>
.blackbox {width:300px; height:400px; padding:20px; background:#323232;}
.greybox {width:250px; height:225px; overflow:auto; background:#d9d9da; font-size:11px; font-family: 'Noto Serif', serif; text-align:justify; padding:10px; border-top: #323232 10px double; border-bottom: #323232 10px double;}
.greybox p:first-letter { font-size: 25px; font-family: 'UnifrakturCook', cursive; padding-right:2px;}
.greybox::-webkit-scrollbar {width:5px;}
.greybox::-webkit-scrollbar-track {width:2px;}
.greybox::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb {background:#A1A1A4;}
</style>
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= Noto+Serif |UnifrakturCook:700" rel="stylesheet">
<center>
<div class="blackbox">
<div style="margin-bottom:10px;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/Pj6VirM.png"></div>
<div class="greybox">
<p>White claws clutched at the door frame of the butcher's home. Loki leaned around to see if anyone was nearby. So far the coast was clear. He grinned as he turned around and grabbed the satchel Lillian had left unattended. She had finally taken her eyes off that damn egg. “Can finally get rid of this damn thing.” He tugged the satchel across the ground as he hugged the side of the house. The day was too early for there to be enough shadows to hide in. Loki paused every few moments to listen. The butcher was still inside cutting a side of tauros with Lillian's help. With any luck he would have the egg gone by the time she finished. He turned the corner of the building to where logs were piled up for smoking. As he walked past something shot out in front of him “Shit! Watch where you're going!”

<p>The delibird squawked in surprise and took to the air with its bag. Loki glared at the retreating form when the sudden sound of footsteps caught his attention. His eyes widened in panic. “Shit!” He whipped his head around trying to find a quick hiding place. With the footsteps fast approaching he didn't have much choice. Loki tried to squeeze himself and the satchel into the space the delibird had been hiding. He was able to get himself in but something wedged into the space made it impossible to pull the satchel all the way in. Loki cursed his luck as a familiar pair of boots stepped into his line of sight. “Loki? What are you doing in there?”

<p>Lillian knelt down and gently pulled him free along with the satchel. “I know you aren't happy about this egg but you can't just toss it.” Loki glowered at the offensive satchel and it's egg. He had been so close this time. If it hadn't been for that stupid delibird and whatever it had left behind. Curiosity then took hold of the sneasel. What did it leave behind. Loki turned back around and tugged at the thing that had been shoved between the logs. He tugged a little harder and it came free. Loki sniffed at the box as he turned it over. It didn't look like much. He backed out of the space and held it up to Lillian. “What is it?” She took the small box and turned it over as well. It didn't have any marks on it or anything, just covered in simple grey cloth. “Hmm wonder what's in here.”
<hr> Egg post:1
</div></div>
</center>
[/dohtml]
Dec 10 2016, 10:56 PM
[doHTML]<style>
.blackbox {width:300px; height:400px; padding:20px; background:#323232;}
.greybox {width:250px; height:225px; overflow:auto; background:#d9d9da; font-size:11px; font-family: 'Noto Serif', serif; text-align:justify; padding:10px; border-top: #323232 10px double; border-bottom: #323232 10px double;}
.greybox p:first-letter { font-size: 25px; font-family: 'UnifrakturCook', cursive; padding-right:2px;}
.greybox::-webkit-scrollbar {width:5px;}
.greybox::-webkit-scrollbar-track {width:2px;}
.greybox::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb {background:#A1A1A4;}
</style>
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family= Noto+Serif |UnifrakturCook:700" rel="stylesheet">
<center>
<div class="blackbox">
<div style="margin-bottom:10px;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/Pj6VirM.png"></div>
<div class="greybox">

<p>The tree's towered high above and stretched far out of sight. From the edges it seemed it was never ending. One half of the pair however had traveled farther than this. Before Lillian had ever come to this land the sneasel had traveled through the eastern forest to the western all the way to Ashfield. With him by her side she was sure they would be able to travel at least a ways into the forest. While he had made it here on his own he was still young and inexperienced. This would give them a chance to train a little. Lillian adjusted the satchel that held the egg she had acquired at the anniversary fair. She still wasn't sure what it would hatch nor when it would. She did know Loki wasn't too pleased to have it around. On more than one occasion she had seen him trying to roll it out the door. Hopefully when it hatched he would be able to get along with it more.

<p>Loki grumbled under his breath at her side. He wished she had left that damn egg with the butcher. Or better yet with the stupid breeder. He should have never tried to lift the thing from the stall. If it hatched there would be another mouth to feed and a stupid baby to look after. He at least had until it hatched to figure out how to get rid of it. Maybe he could 'loose' it while they were in the forest. Plenty of trees to hide it behind. The scent of wet undergrowth filled his nostrils as he followed Lillian into the forest. It was familiar yet strange. His home had not been as wet and warm as it was here. Even as only a half ice type it made him uncomfortable at times.

<p>Sunlight did it's best to filter through the canopy high above. It made it a little more difficult to watch out for slick spots of wet moss. One wrong move and Lillian could twist an ankle. As they ventured deeper the sound from the village were quickly muffled. The quiet of the forest was broken by the sound of pokemon hidden from sight. “Keep an eye out Loki.” While it was safer to travel out here with a pokemon there was still no way of telling what could pop up out here. “You don't have to tell me twice.” He flexed his claws as he eyed the nearby trees. He wasn't entirely sure what kinds of pokemon resided in this forest either. Most likely the troublesome types. As long as none of them stuck around too long he would be fine. Couldn't have Lillian acquire any more 'friends' out here.
<hr> Egg post:2
</div></div>
</center>
[/dohtml]
Last Visitors


May 31 2018, 10:27 PM




Feb 21 2018, 10:05 AM




Jan 30 2018, 08:30 PM



Comments
No comments posted.
Add Comment

Affiliates
Resources & Directories
RPG-D Distant Fantasies Pokemon: Terrene Pokemon: Terrene Pokemon: Terrene Pokemon: Terrene Pokemon: Terrene Pokemon: Terrene Pokemon: Terrene
Static
FF:Adventu Pokemon Anrui Living the Dream: a Pokemon RPG PLEDGE -- a pokémon roleplay kalopsia - a pmd rp Pokefalls
skin by bonbon.