Post by MIANI VAN DER WAAL on Oct 28, 2013 22:19:30 GMT 9.5
The night had been cold. It had been incredibly, incredibly cold. But as a breeder, sometimes you had to subject yourself to climates that were unusual and not at all pleasant, and for Miani today had been one of those days. Having climbed the mountain to raise a collection of baby Snorunt, she had created a small shelter within a cave through the sheer cold of the previous night.
Followed by the collection of small snow-Pokemon, Miani had wandered out in the morning to find some extra firewood and kindling, hoping that she would be able to get a decent enough amount of twigs and branches to make some better and warmer flames. Busily she had hurried along until the cold had made her joints hurt and her mind tell her that she ought to head back to her little place. The Pokemon were rejoicing in the cold but her comfortable home in Hoenn was looking more appealing by the moment.
Still looking neatly put together - as if she hadn't been hacking it in the wild for a few days - she returned to her comfortable alcove with the intention of lighting a comfortable fire only to see it inhabited by someone new. And that someone was whistling. Her hand shifted to her belt as she considered her options. She had three baby Snorunt with no real battle training, and a few choice Pokemon for the situation.
But then, she looked closer, he looked hurt. "Are you alright?" She asked, her voice loud enough that she was sure he woud hear it over his own whistling as she stepped further out of the cold. "I have some bandages and salves, if you're hurt. I've been staying here the past few days, so if you need anything I can probably get you something... Just, no funny business, alright?" She was trying to be smart, honestly. She wanted to know what his role was here.
Anyone could be a Knight, anyone could be out to kill her. She just had to keep her wits about her, that was all.
{Hope you don't mind my jumping in. :3}
Followed by the collection of small snow-Pokemon, Miani had wandered out in the morning to find some extra firewood and kindling, hoping that she would be able to get a decent enough amount of twigs and branches to make some better and warmer flames. Busily she had hurried along until the cold had made her joints hurt and her mind tell her that she ought to head back to her little place. The Pokemon were rejoicing in the cold but her comfortable home in Hoenn was looking more appealing by the moment.
Still looking neatly put together - as if she hadn't been hacking it in the wild for a few days - she returned to her comfortable alcove with the intention of lighting a comfortable fire only to see it inhabited by someone new. And that someone was whistling. Her hand shifted to her belt as she considered her options. She had three baby Snorunt with no real battle training, and a few choice Pokemon for the situation.
But then, she looked closer, he looked hurt. "Are you alright?" She asked, her voice loud enough that she was sure he woud hear it over his own whistling as she stepped further out of the cold. "I have some bandages and salves, if you're hurt. I've been staying here the past few days, so if you need anything I can probably get you something... Just, no funny business, alright?" She was trying to be smart, honestly. She wanted to know what his role was here.
Anyone could be a Knight, anyone could be out to kill her. She just had to keep her wits about her, that was all.
{Hope you don't mind my jumping in. :3}
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