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Post by Iason Xanthopoulos on Feb 16, 2014 16:42:56 GMT -5
[attr="class","nobl"] [attr="class","sndr"] don't talk of worlds that never were, the end is all that is ever true. @open. | [attr="class","romg"]It was a very nice evening, the sun was setting on the the large pond which reflected a nice glow to the melting ice, a sign that spring was approaching. A gentle breeze blowing across the water, causing it to move a bit and the water ripple. It was blowing through the man's medium-lengthed blue hair, this man standing on the white sand without shoes as he watched the water.
Next to him was the large arcanine that was looking out to the water with him. Both seemed relaxed and content, finally a moment of piece considering that they were struggling financially and didn't have a roof to stay under. Iason, the name of this man, tended to roam and do little jobs for money but that was a different story.
At the moment, he adjusted himself so he was sitting down, facing the water. He had been enjoying the breeze, the looks of the land- all up to a point when he heard faint rustling of the white sand. It seemed that he had some sort of company that would be here too. Hopefully they wouldn't try to cause any trouble, this was one of the few times that Iason got to relax. |
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lysse
ANTI-PRAVUS
Posts: 14
OOC Name:: Tasu
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Post by lysse on Feb 19, 2014 15:24:12 GMT -5
"it is a cruel trade"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
Beside the stout man, on the opposite site of his honorable dog, was a nearly identical arcanine aside from its fox like face. Lysse just liked messing with people sometimes; she was not at all here to relax. The zorua liked to just play around and have fun. She never got to do that until later in her life, and sometimes, she needed something to take unseriously. Being Anti-Pravus was a lot of work to her, and so she just needed some sort of break.
She giggled to herself with a slight smirk that curled her lips, devious eyes waiting to see Iason's reaction. Would it be surprised? Lysse hoped so. She needed some entertainment, right about now. She had no one to play with, after all!
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Post by Iason Xanthopoulos on Mar 5, 2014 2:31:58 GMT -5
[attr="class","nobl"] [attr="class","sndr"] don't talk of worlds that never were, the end is all that is ever true. lysse, open. | [attr="class","romg"]Unfortunately for the Zorua, her target was more well versed. That seemingly being Iason, who had been a very devoted trainer for four years, and the Arcainine which had been around long before Iason was born. How old was it? Forty, fifty, sixty, sixty five years even? Eh, however long it had been- all Iason knew was the fire type was old but still would fight.
So when he looked over, noticing the near-exact identical, he was a little bit surprised. Or well, a bit. He certainly didn't expect that in the few moments he had been looking away. That had been moments, right? Either way, Iason decided to play along with it. Must have been a playful pokemon or a spirit, or maybe a mutant with the power of illusion. Oh well, he'd figure out later. |
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lysse
ANTI-PRAVUS
Posts: 14
OOC Name:: Tasu
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Post by lysse on Mar 6, 2014 17:19:53 GMT -5
"it is a cruel trade"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS | Lysse curled her lips, her tongue grinding against her teeth as she awaited a response. When she was acknowledged rather lightly, she gave a curt fumbling sigh. That was not the response she was looking for! She wanted to play! Momma never got the chance to play with her, neither did Daddy. They were killed too early for her to be able to play with them, and so she just had to look around a little more for someone who wanted to muck around with her a bit!
"Hey mister!" The voice cooed to Iason rather wistfully. Lysse was rather frail, and so she had an exceedingly small projection. Her loudest shout could probably go unnoticed by a lot of people! Beside him, a spherical shape formed around her body, grey pelting over the red that distracted her true identity. There sat a rather chill Zorua, sitting calmly beside the trainer with a bored look on her face.
"Can you do any more than sit there? I'm really ready to get rolling!"
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