Post by Persian on Sept 15, 2024 18:21:18 GMT
They’d only known each other for a short while, but the party had done her a great favor. The petilil nuzzled up against Midori to offer her own farewells. “Travel safe! And, do watch out for poachers!” She’d linger for a moment before hurrying around the lake’s bank, looking for somewhere to claim as her own den for the coming season. Perhaps there might be room enough for her friends if they made it here…
Her departure had made room for another to step toward the duo. This one was a smaller grass type. He looked dubiously over the duo. “That’s it?” he asked from some distance away. “What was that? Dropping someone off and leaving?”
This pokemon was solidly built. He was short and squat. There was a plumpness to him that was firm enough to signify muscle but too soft to imply there was not a healthy layer of fat beneath his green hide. The thorns along his throat were especially wicked; rather than short little studs as was common for his species, they jutted out in atypical angles and shapes. He was decidedly a chikorita, but neither his appearance nor his demeanor belonged to the things that the pokedex described as calming or inducing a friendly atmosphere.
Even his red eyes, so full of suspicion and doubt, did not hold the warmth that was typical of that starter species.
There were other pokemon around, too. A few shied away when the human arrived. Others watched warily. Another still kept a close, curious watch.
A pokemon doubts Akira's intentions.
CHIKORITA
Her departure had made room for another to step toward the duo. This one was a smaller grass type. He looked dubiously over the duo. “That’s it?” he asked from some distance away. “What was that? Dropping someone off and leaving?”
This pokemon was solidly built. He was short and squat. There was a plumpness to him that was firm enough to signify muscle but too soft to imply there was not a healthy layer of fat beneath his green hide. The thorns along his throat were especially wicked; rather than short little studs as was common for his species, they jutted out in atypical angles and shapes. He was decidedly a chikorita, but neither his appearance nor his demeanor belonged to the things that the pokedex described as calming or inducing a friendly atmosphere.
Even his red eyes, so full of suspicion and doubt, did not hold the warmth that was typical of that starter species.
There were other pokemon around, too. A few shied away when the human arrived. Others watched warily. Another still kept a close, curious watch.
A pokemon doubts Akira's intentions.
CHIKORITA
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level 12 | 120/120 HP
level 12 | 120/120 HP
male with the overgrow ability
MOVES: tackle, growl, nature power, razor leaf, poison power, synthesis
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