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Post by Cackling Softly on Feb 28, 2009 22:03:27 GMT -5
NNAZETALWinding through the forest, a river rushed over smooth rocks and forked into creeks through the foliage. The air was still cool from the night as the sun peeked over the horizon. What sky that could be seen past the colorful autumn canopy of leaves was painted with pink and a pastel shade of blue. Nocturne creatures crept back into their dens in preparation for the bright morning hours.
A Pokémon hovered quietly over the scattered leaf carpet, looking like a shadow flitting through the trees. His green skin glowed under the emerald of the trees as he went on. Working hard to keep him aloft were his transparent and narrow wings, their red points a blur on either side of him. He cocked his compound eyes above to look at the sky, landing briefly on a log, then lifted off again.
Nnazetal flew through the trees, fast and silent other than the hum of his wings. He angled himself through small gaps and dodged branches. Confidence flashed briefly through him. He startled a Hoothoot returning to its nest for the day, actually making it drop its foraged berries. The Yanmega clicked his jaws in amusement, briefly distracted. Despite his perfect field of vision, he didn’t notice the tree ahead of him.
One of his fragile wings got caught on the boughs of an oak. He tensed up as he tried to pull away, trapped as he was. With a faint tearing sound he was flying onward again, a few glittering fragments of wing dancing in his wake. He frowned inwardly at the blood rolling off his back and exploded out of the tree line to glide over the river.
“Why others like living in such a condensed forest is beyond me,” Nnazetal muttered darkly as he perched on a broad stone that jutted out across the water. He cursed his distractedness and flicked a bit of the water with a scaled black leg. He sprinkled it the best he could on the scratch and fussed over the small tear—unintentionally distracting himself from his environment again. If the indifferent Yanmega cared about anything, it was his wings.
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Post by kuura. on Mar 9, 2009 12:36:03 GMT -5
K U U R A ! She hadn’t really explored the rest of the Cold Islands yet, preferring to spend her days in the main centre of the place, in the village as it were. It wasn’t that she was a solitary creature, far from it. She was actually looking forward to some company for a change. Her paw steps were slow and rhythmic, going to their own beat. Her tail was held in the air, the tip a little crooked and bet. It was natural obviously, causing her no discomfort or pain. Deep teal coloured eyes looked around as she came to the edge of the village, and to the woods. The trees were so much taller than her, and the smell was quite inviting. Spending her life in the mountains meant she hadn’t ever really seen a forest before.
“Well, this is going to be…very interesting.” Shaking her head with a smile forming on her face, she took her first steps into a new world. Her eyes kept darting around, taking in everything she could, all in one go. The leaves, the bark, her path; everything. Large ears twitched a little as the sound of running water caught her attention. She speared off to the one side, aiming to get to the water source as it were. She didn’t really have much of a clue where she was headed, only the sound of the water gave her any form of direction. Claws took up little pieces of dirt as her pace quickened, once rhythmic beat turning into erratic movements.
Slowing her pace again finally, a new sound came; buzzing. Turning her head, she could see the river, winding and clear. Also, there was something on one of the rocks by the side of the water, a shadow. It looked like a Pokémon, one of large size too. Winged. Perhaps it was a Bug or something. Shrugging under her thick coat, she decided to approach the creature. Indeed, she was right. It was a Yanmega; the evolved form of Yanma. She hadn’t ever really seen one before, but she had heard of them at least. Wondering why the Pokémon was fussing over one of its wings. “Excuse me, but…do you happen to be hurt or something, if you don’t mind me asking.” She took a step into the light, so the other could see her clearly without an uncalled for attack coming her way.
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