Post by xxLostChildrenxx on Apr 2, 2014 9:19:08 GMT -5
Alexandria
The water was cold as a young woman splashed it across her face. She gave a slight shiver, reaching over blindly towards a towel that she had set down moments ago. Her hand searched the dirt round, but did not come in contact with what she was searching for.
Her eyes still shut from the water that dripped down her face, she franticly moved her hand in the area she had believed the towel was in. A soft coo came from behind her, a mocking sort of sound. The girl groaned softly, and held out her hand. Two small orange hands met hers as her towel was placed back in her palms. As she dried off her face, the girl pulled her long dark hair back into a ponytail and turned towards the tiny creature behind her.
Playfully, she threw the towel on its head and stood up from her kneeling position. She laughed softly as the small Charmander tried in vain to shake the object off. Her tall, skinny body stood erect as she moved over to the rather tiny campsite she had built.
There was no tent, merely a blanket and a pillow as well as meager amounts of food. Anything to save enough money to get further away. What food she did have, was mostly used on her friends, her companions. Her pokemon. Charmander slowly waddled his way closer to his trainer, having successfully removed the wet towel from his head.
He was still an young creature, probably five in human years and very much like a kid. The girl smiled, picking up the creature who was softly making cooing noises at her, its large eyes scanning the area.
The weight of the pokemon was rather heavy, but this took into consideration his human-like features and his body weight was that of a five year old child. Although the pokemon looked human, it possessed all the powers and qualities of its ancestral pokemon. Now, this creature was half pokemon, half human and all power.
That made the teenager look up as well. Always on her guard, she half expected to see a Team Rocket or Mirage member. Or of other teams, someone she would have to fight off. Instead, another creature ambled towards her, its eyes almost looking at her with a questioning glance.
This was one larger, almost triple the size of the small pokemon the young trainer cradled. “Hey, Dragonair,” she stated. The girl smiled, patting the being on the shoulder. To which, the creature gave her a smile. His horn glistened in the morning light, and his toned body shimmered with sweat. He had obviously been foraging. Although he could speak to her in her language, for now Dragonair seemed content without having to translate his thoughts to a more human tongue. The girl smiled, her light eyes almost fading into sorrow as she thought of the dwindling food. Today, they’d have to pack up, relocate, and try for more food. If it came down to it, she’d steal. She had done it before. At least this time, she wasn’t alone.
In the midst of her thoughts, her Charmander had squirmed from her grasp and was on the ground again. It seemed to have ventured towards the water to entertain itself while the female turned her attention to the campsite. Although her campsite was small, there was another section to it that she had ignored up until now. Close by were two other sleeping bags.
Both were empty now, of course, which meant her companions were off gathering food or supplies. Or in a town, stealing or buying what they would need. That was the nice part of not traveling completely alone. Although, in a sense they were outcasts, they stood up and protected each other without hesitation. All three were trainers, and all three knew her terrible secret.
It didn’t hinder their friendship, but it always kept them on guard. And usually the boys with her wouldn’t leave her alone. Being left alone, although she was a strong trainer, meant to be unprotected…from them. The female spun around, hearing a stick crack nearby. Dragonair was at full attention now, his eyes staring into the forest in front of him intently.
He was listening, using whatever instincts he possessed to figure out if this noise was friend or foe.
None of them really wanted to encounter an enemy, especially not so early in the morning. What they really wanted was to just make it to their first destination.
The noises got closer, and Dragonair flared up, his eyes narrowing in anger as he puffed out his chest to look more menacing. “Down, boy,” the female whispered in warning. While the blue haired male did calm slightly, he was still tensed and on edge. It wasn’t until a small caterpie female came out of hiding that all of them relaxed.
She was busy chewing on a leaf, but simply stared at them for a moment. When the trainer kneeled down to try to talk to the girl, the creature took flight and scampered back off into the forest.
Dragonair settled once she was gone, and sat down on the ground for a bit. He looked back to his trainer without a word, waiting for her decision as to what happened next. As though reading his mind, the girl smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “We should probably pack up camp while we wait. The others will catch up to us shortly. We can pack up the guy’s stuff, too. They’ll be back shortly,” she reassured her pokemon, but more herself than anything else.
They had to come back. They just had to. And with that, the trainer and her pokemon worked together to pack up the campsite. Charmander used a bucket to pour water onto the already dead firepit, and smothered whatever ashes were left. Dragonair helped the female roll up sleeping bags and put everything together tied onto three separate backpacks. One for her, and two for her companions.
Made by the EchochipHer eyes still shut from the water that dripped down her face, she franticly moved her hand in the area she had believed the towel was in. A soft coo came from behind her, a mocking sort of sound. The girl groaned softly, and held out her hand. Two small orange hands met hers as her towel was placed back in her palms. As she dried off her face, the girl pulled her long dark hair back into a ponytail and turned towards the tiny creature behind her.
Playfully, she threw the towel on its head and stood up from her kneeling position. She laughed softly as the small Charmander tried in vain to shake the object off. Her tall, skinny body stood erect as she moved over to the rather tiny campsite she had built.
There was no tent, merely a blanket and a pillow as well as meager amounts of food. Anything to save enough money to get further away. What food she did have, was mostly used on her friends, her companions. Her pokemon. Charmander slowly waddled his way closer to his trainer, having successfully removed the wet towel from his head.
He was still an young creature, probably five in human years and very much like a kid. The girl smiled, picking up the creature who was softly making cooing noises at her, its large eyes scanning the area.
The weight of the pokemon was rather heavy, but this took into consideration his human-like features and his body weight was that of a five year old child. Although the pokemon looked human, it possessed all the powers and qualities of its ancestral pokemon. Now, this creature was half pokemon, half human and all power.
That made the teenager look up as well. Always on her guard, she half expected to see a Team Rocket or Mirage member. Or of other teams, someone she would have to fight off. Instead, another creature ambled towards her, its eyes almost looking at her with a questioning glance.
This was one larger, almost triple the size of the small pokemon the young trainer cradled. “Hey, Dragonair,” she stated. The girl smiled, patting the being on the shoulder. To which, the creature gave her a smile. His horn glistened in the morning light, and his toned body shimmered with sweat. He had obviously been foraging. Although he could speak to her in her language, for now Dragonair seemed content without having to translate his thoughts to a more human tongue. The girl smiled, her light eyes almost fading into sorrow as she thought of the dwindling food. Today, they’d have to pack up, relocate, and try for more food. If it came down to it, she’d steal. She had done it before. At least this time, she wasn’t alone.
In the midst of her thoughts, her Charmander had squirmed from her grasp and was on the ground again. It seemed to have ventured towards the water to entertain itself while the female turned her attention to the campsite. Although her campsite was small, there was another section to it that she had ignored up until now. Close by were two other sleeping bags.
Both were empty now, of course, which meant her companions were off gathering food or supplies. Or in a town, stealing or buying what they would need. That was the nice part of not traveling completely alone. Although, in a sense they were outcasts, they stood up and protected each other without hesitation. All three were trainers, and all three knew her terrible secret.
It didn’t hinder their friendship, but it always kept them on guard. And usually the boys with her wouldn’t leave her alone. Being left alone, although she was a strong trainer, meant to be unprotected…from them. The female spun around, hearing a stick crack nearby. Dragonair was at full attention now, his eyes staring into the forest in front of him intently.
He was listening, using whatever instincts he possessed to figure out if this noise was friend or foe.
None of them really wanted to encounter an enemy, especially not so early in the morning. What they really wanted was to just make it to their first destination.
The noises got closer, and Dragonair flared up, his eyes narrowing in anger as he puffed out his chest to look more menacing. “Down, boy,” the female whispered in warning. While the blue haired male did calm slightly, he was still tensed and on edge. It wasn’t until a small caterpie female came out of hiding that all of them relaxed.
She was busy chewing on a leaf, but simply stared at them for a moment. When the trainer kneeled down to try to talk to the girl, the creature took flight and scampered back off into the forest.
Dragonair settled once she was gone, and sat down on the ground for a bit. He looked back to his trainer without a word, waiting for her decision as to what happened next. As though reading his mind, the girl smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “We should probably pack up camp while we wait. The others will catch up to us shortly. We can pack up the guy’s stuff, too. They’ll be back shortly,” she reassured her pokemon, but more herself than anything else.
They had to come back. They just had to. And with that, the trainer and her pokemon worked together to pack up the campsite. Charmander used a bucket to pour water onto the already dead firepit, and smothered whatever ashes were left. Dragonair helped the female roll up sleeping bags and put everything together tied onto three separate backpacks. One for her, and two for her companions.