Post by ASHER on Aug 17, 2012 22:22:10 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-radius: 25px 25px 25px 25px; background-color: 0e2a04, btable][cs=2] I move too slow And I think too fast And the first rainbow I see Will be the last | |
| [rs=2][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://tadhg.com/images/design/seamless/greenblack.jpg); height: 370px; width: 325px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px] He generally wasn't very fond of wide, open spaces. They made it hard to hide and even harder to surprise someone. His hands were shoved deep within his pockets, the fingers of his left hand running over the smooth, metal surface of his switchblade. No, he wasn't necessarily on duty at the moment, nor was he out for blood. It was one of his many times off, and he was looking for a fight. Not necessarily a physical, up close and personal fight, but rather a pokemon battle. He and Xain weren't terribly close yet, but he figured that over time they would grow closer. As the dark pokemon crossed his mind, his left hand moved from his switchblade, and instead he gently tugged the pokeball from the holster on his belt. He mused for a moment on how they seemed to work well together, despite being near-strangers. Xain, his Absol, was just as wary as he was, nowhere near the easily trusting type as many other pokemon were. Usually, pokemon were confused or easy going the first time they met their new trainer. Xain, on the other hand, regarded Asher in the same way as a person would regard a possible business partner. As long as they both were gaining something, then they were happy. Asher, however, was searching for a true friendship. If he retained any teachings from his father, oh how he loathed the phrase, it was that, in order to be a strong trainer, one had to be friends with the pokemon they had. And so, that's what he would do. "Xain," he said simply, tossing the pokeball in front of him. In a flash of bright light, an Absol materialized in front of him. It looked at him curiously for a moment, supposedly racking its brain for memories of who this strange human in front of it was. As soon as it clicked, the Absol's confused expression fell and instead it regarded him as an actual human being. Xain tilted his head slightly, as if to say, "Why have you called me?" "We're friends, Xain, though it's not something I plan on forcing. You'll warm up to me when you're good and ready and I'm willing to try my best to warm up to you," he shrugged, holding out his hand to the pokemon. In turn, Xain took a quick sniff of Asher's palm before gently nuzzling it. Taking it as an invitation, Asher ran his hand over Xain's head, smoothing down the soft, white fur. "So what do you say, Xain? Up for a fight? Because I'm sure we can find one," Asher said. Xain trilled in response, shaking itself. Asher smiled slightly and scanned the area. His smile fell. Well... it was easier said than done. Words: 463 Tags: Mod Notes: N/A |  |
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