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I was wondering if interactiong between Clay and Ayna could happen or if he's not available.
Sure thing, wolf or human form?
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Sure thing, wolf or human form?
@Dusksong@LuckyBlackCat
Feyhollow
20
"I can't turn back now." Vivian says to her friends, still holding her petilil."and that's alright, someone here needs to be brave and face that ekans again eventually."
The girls suddenly walk into a foul stench, so bad Vivian dry reaches as she looks around confused. There in a iron cage not too far away was an angry skuntank. It was riled up and ready for battle. To the left, under a large tree was a pit trap like the one Vivian fell into before.
Feyhollow poke'center
22
Azerus had finally done it, he had made the train. He had been following the tracks for the past few hours when a cargo carrier came charging by. Releasing Zubat to open a door and using rhyhorn to keep up with it, Azerus had found himself in a near empty container. Nearly empty. An elder thin scruffy looking man with a big bushy beard had already dibs'd the rusty container. He and his large Ursaring didn't want to share.
Azerus tried to scan the bear Pokemon but his faulty pokedex failed him. His Pokemon were not fully healed and this big thing looked dangerous, none the less, he wasn't giving up his spot on this train.
"Its on!"
(Journey to Atana Mountain Range-Fight on the train.)
Vivian
Feyhollow
20
"I can't turn back now." Vivian says to her friends, still holding her petilil."and that's alright, someone here needs to be brave and face that ekans again eventually."
The girls suddenly walk into a foul stench, so bad Vivian dry reaches as she looks around confused. There in a iron cage not too far away was an angry skuntank. It was riled up and ready for battle. To the left, under a large tree was a pit trap like the one Vivian fell into before.
Azerus Jr
Feyhollow poke'center
22
Azerus had finally done it, he had made the train. He had been following the tracks for the past few hours when a cargo carrier came charging by. Releasing Zubat to open a door and using rhyhorn to keep up with it, Azerus had found himself in a near empty container. Nearly empty. An elder thin scruffy looking man with a big bushy beard had already dibs'd the rusty container. He and his large Ursaring didn't want to share.
Azerus tried to scan the bear Pokemon but his faulty pokedex failed him. His Pokemon were not fully healed and this big thing looked dangerous, none the less, he wasn't giving up his spot on this train.
"Its on!"
(Journey to Atana Mountain Range-Fight on the train.)
@Ojo chan 42
I suppose I should get involved sooner or later. PM me your ideas :)
I suppose I should get involved sooner or later. PM me your ideas :)
@Eviledd1984
Yea that's fine, that's the way it's usually done.
Yea that's fine, that's the way it's usually done.
@Drai@Varicke@Alisdragon911@ineffable@Redcovey@gohKamikaze
The creaking of a large door could be heard in the distance, a steady beat followed. " clack, clack, clack." the soft tapping of fine shoes against old wooden floors. Slowly it grew louder. Step by step.
A particularly frightful scarecrow was also drawn by this noise and with a maniacal eagerness ran upstairs disappearing into the hallway. As it disappeared from sight so too did the heavy sounds of its straw limbs scraping across the floor and walls, the grinding chaffing and shuffling within its animated body as darkness forces it to defy nature, those sounds reserved only for things of nightmares. No there was no commotion or violent struggle. No battle or screams. Just simply a sudden nothingness, a nothingness in which the continued growing of tapping shoes echoed on never missed a beat.
Dorian soon came to stand on the upper balcony, suit and attire as immaculate as ever, he leaned on the railing as he over looked the tavern like so many times before. There was a loud shattering of glass as a giant white wolf leapt onto the bar and then launched itself into the back of a straw man, only to be thrown across the room and slam into an ornate cabinet, bringing it crashing down along with everything on it.
Despite all the commotion, violence and damage before him, Dorian looked upon the events with a casual nonchalant gaze, as if everything was normal. By his reaction everyone may as well be sitting around in idle conversation.
With purposeful strides he makes his way down the stairs and towards the front door. He moves as if though everything happening around him is happening somewhere else. He gave no regard for the dangers, walking in a direct path to the door, nor did he need to, as nothing fell to hinder his way.
Reaching the doorway he gazes outside to the setting sun as a cool breeze ruffles his hair. He takes a deep breath of that fresh air before taking the handle and looking back inside.
"Alright, it's getting late. Time for young children to go home.
It was followed by a hush whisper and spoken words unheard. Suddenly the little girl growled as she stood upright. She began to move towards the door, slow rigid steps and shaky movements. Her eyes were wide, not filled with fear but hate. Reaching the door, her head wobbled as she seemingly strained to turn her neck, looking over a shoulder, facing the tavern, she glared death upon all the patrons.
Dorian had stood by the door calmly and patiently waiting. As the young girl finally passed he gave her a warm smile and a pleasant nod before stepping inside and closing the door. Just as the door began to swing, as if she had been released from herself, the little girl fell into her innocent, confused self. Worry and fear evident on her face with tears swelling in her eyes, the door continued to shut and obscured her from vision.
The shadows relaxed and gave no more passage to the nightmarish creatures. Even those that remained seemed weakened without a link to their home. As for the tavern owner, he strolled to the bar where he fetched a bottle of red and a hidden glass to suit. He noticed each patron and employee in the tavern with a glance and a nod, just long enough to suffice as acknowledgement. Then he returned eagerly to his room.
The creaking of a large door could be heard in the distance, a steady beat followed. " clack, clack, clack." the soft tapping of fine shoes against old wooden floors. Slowly it grew louder. Step by step.
A particularly frightful scarecrow was also drawn by this noise and with a maniacal eagerness ran upstairs disappearing into the hallway. As it disappeared from sight so too did the heavy sounds of its straw limbs scraping across the floor and walls, the grinding chaffing and shuffling within its animated body as darkness forces it to defy nature, those sounds reserved only for things of nightmares. No there was no commotion or violent struggle. No battle or screams. Just simply a sudden nothingness, a nothingness in which the continued growing of tapping shoes echoed on never missed a beat.
Dorian soon came to stand on the upper balcony, suit and attire as immaculate as ever, he leaned on the railing as he over looked the tavern like so many times before. There was a loud shattering of glass as a giant white wolf leapt onto the bar and then launched itself into the back of a straw man, only to be thrown across the room and slam into an ornate cabinet, bringing it crashing down along with everything on it.
Despite all the commotion, violence and damage before him, Dorian looked upon the events with a casual nonchalant gaze, as if everything was normal. By his reaction everyone may as well be sitting around in idle conversation.
With purposeful strides he makes his way down the stairs and towards the front door. He moves as if though everything happening around him is happening somewhere else. He gave no regard for the dangers, walking in a direct path to the door, nor did he need to, as nothing fell to hinder his way.
Reaching the doorway he gazes outside to the setting sun as a cool breeze ruffles his hair. He takes a deep breath of that fresh air before taking the handle and looking back inside.
"Alright, it's getting late. Time for young children to go home.
It was followed by a hush whisper and spoken words unheard. Suddenly the little girl growled as she stood upright. She began to move towards the door, slow rigid steps and shaky movements. Her eyes were wide, not filled with fear but hate. Reaching the door, her head wobbled as she seemingly strained to turn her neck, looking over a shoulder, facing the tavern, she glared death upon all the patrons.
Dorian had stood by the door calmly and patiently waiting. As the young girl finally passed he gave her a warm smile and a pleasant nod before stepping inside and closing the door. Just as the door began to swing, as if she had been released from herself, the little girl fell into her innocent, confused self. Worry and fear evident on her face with tears swelling in her eyes, the door continued to shut and obscured her from vision.
The shadows relaxed and gave no more passage to the nightmarish creatures. Even those that remained seemed weakened without a link to their home. As for the tavern owner, he strolled to the bar where he fetched a bottle of red and a hidden glass to suit. He noticed each patron and employee in the tavern with a glance and a nod, just long enough to suffice as acknowledgement. Then he returned eagerly to his room.
@Eviledd1984
All good, when ever you are ready.
I am gonna wrap this scarecrow even up shortly then things will be back to normal.
All good, when ever you are ready.
I am gonna wrap this scarecrow even up shortly then things will be back to normal.
Vivian
Feyhollow
19
"I almost forgot about them." Vivian says with a feint laugh and a cautious eye. Vivian frowned for a moment as she eyed her friends latest pokemon. It's not that she had anything against it but she was worried. She ponders on the small pokeball in her hand. "I'll be fine, I just wonder about this one though." and in a bright flash Petilil came out into Vivians arms. It squealed lightly as it snuggled into Vivians arms and she laughed at its playfulness.
Suddenly it noticed both the ekans and fright took hold of its face. It cowers into Vivians arms and borrows its face into her chest, trying to hide from the snake Pokemon.
"Oh dear..."
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@Dusksong@LuckyBlackCat
@Varicke@Redcovey
There was no doubt that the little girl had seen these monsters before, even their actions were not strange to her, but the nightmarish darkness that bound and confronted her was something totally new.
Her eyes widened as the horror grew before her, her lip involuntarily trembled at the feeling of its foul hot breath.
And as the green glow highlighted and illuminated the true terror on her innocent young face, his booming voice and jagged teeth caused her to relieve herself right in the very spot where she stood.
A split second later her face ran as freely, tears poured endlessly out of her eyes. Her face a pale ghost white, she hardly breathed and began hypervetalating in her fitful fear.
There was no doubt that the little girl had seen these monsters before, even their actions were not strange to her, but the nightmarish darkness that bound and confronted her was something totally new.
Her eyes widened as the horror grew before her, her lip involuntarily trembled at the feeling of its foul hot breath.
And as the green glow highlighted and illuminated the true terror on her innocent young face, his booming voice and jagged teeth caused her to relieve herself right in the very spot where she stood.
A split second later her face ran as freely, tears poured endlessly out of her eyes. Her face a pale ghost white, she hardly breathed and began hypervetalating in her fitful fear.
So who wants a battle?!?!?
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I'm somewhere between feyhollow and central city, where I will catch a train to atana mountain range.
I'm looking at you new people ;)
because I need a victory under my belt.
XD
I'm somewhere between feyhollow and central city, where I will catch a train to atana mountain range.
I'm looking at you new people ;)
because I need a victory under my belt.
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