[center][color=indianred][h3]Shanae Eller[/h3][/color]
Central City[/center]

Shanae exited the Poke Corp building for the second time that day, feeling refreshed. Looking down at her belt of Pokeballs, Shanae frowned. There was going to be a great deal of walking involved for right now as none of her Pokemon were big enough to be ridden, and she didn’t want to put her Pokemon through all the unnecessary walking, especially since a few of them dislike the prospect anyway. Turris, her Aron, would send her cold glares all day if she made him walk everywhere, and amusing as that would be, Shanae took no pleasure in making her Pokemon annoyed.

[color=indianred]”Ebon,”[/color] Shanae said, releasing the Houndoom. Ebon looked around with a sniff, frowning at his trainer. Shanae knelt down and scratched his head, examining the intricate bones that stretched over the black-and-orange Pokemon that inspired his name. [color=indianred]””[/color]
[color=indianred]”You’re so pretty, Ebon. So, so pretty.”[/color] The Houndour looked nonplussed, eyes wide in disgust at the label. 

Shanae laughed, straightening up and pulling out the Pokeball she’d bought earlier that day. [color=indianred]”Alright, Ebon. Let’s go catch some Pokemon.”[/color] The Houndour gave his owner a grin, leading the way out of the city.