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Post by rene1 on Nov 20, 2012 13:09:07 GMT 9.5
A frigid wind always blew over the town during the winter months, and wrapped in a coat, Pasha found that he didn’t mind it at all. Snowpoint city, and the few frozen and frigid routes that lead to it, were where he grew up. It was where his whole family had grown up for generations back, but unfortunately, not too many lived around here anymore. Knee deep in snow wasn’t an ideal place to live, but walking along the desolate route, he didn’t care too much in particular. Yulian trotted alongside him, claws creating long lines in the snow wherever he went. His thick fur kept him warm in the below zero weather, and the Zangoose had grown up there as well, along this very path. Unbothered and unphased, he jumped around in the snow, blending right in save his red streaks. Pasha paused under a snow crusted tree, wrapping his scarf a little tighter around his neck as the wind blew and carried tiny flakes of ice with it. Walking around in weather like this was crazy, some would say. Growing up in a place like this, maybe not as much as they thought. ”Yulian.” The white and red Pokemon perked his hears. A nod into the white nothing, and the Zangoose bound off into the blizzard until he couldn’t be seen anymore. Nose to the ground, occasionally digging around rocks… searching for things.
Well, that was a crappy first post.
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