Summers Lost [Mod]

[Mikhail Zasha Nazilevskii]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/02.jpg); webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; padding: 6px;] It gains the more it gives Can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow? And then it rises with the fall [STYLE= width: 350px; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/tables/ricepaper-hue-gold.jpg); -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; border: 4px solid 8B2500; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: #000000; padding: 5px; float: left; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: 5px]The evening air held a chill to it, the kind that seemed to sneak through one's clothing to nip at the skin underneath, drawing forth goosebumps and shivers. A dense fog clung to the trees, whisping its way down their trunks to gather at the ground, rising up once more to make seeing next to impossible. The further the sun fell below the horizon, the thicker the fog became, leading one who traveled through his area needing a lantern or a flashlight to be able to navigate, lest they run into a tree. However, the boy who made his way through the forest found himself surrounded with a light blue glow, flickering as the flames of the ponyta's blue mane and tail lapped at the air. It didn't provide a lot of light, but it was enough to save the horse like pokemon from running into a tree as she galloped through the forest, diligently dodging trees to keep her and her rider safe. Not only did the flames from the young one bring light to a small area around Mikhail, but it also brought warmth - enough to keep her trainer from shivering, so long as he kept himself close enough to her being, which was not an issue for the Furret gijinka. Since he had met the shiny ponyta, Mikhail had not once put a halter or saddle on her being, instead turning to learning how to ride bareback - and while he found hugging her sides with his legs difficult so not to fall off, not wanting to harm the creature, he much preferred it - he found it easier to read her movements, able to tell when he needed to lean or move to make movement for her much easier. Such as when her muscles tensed and her shoulders fell to push herself up into the air to sail over a fallen log - and how to land on the other side without hurting himself. He didn't pay much attention to where they were going, not that he could with the fog surrounding them like a blanket, but he didn't care. There were times when the boy didn't care if he found himself lost or not, and this was one of those times. Throwing all caution to the wind and just going took a weight off of his shoulders - giving him a sense of security, that there was nothing there to bother him, nothing to drag his mind down or worry him. The rhythmic pounding of the pokemon's hooves on the dampened ground and the breath falling heavily from her snout lulled him into a sort of trance, a calming state, his body relaxing except for his hold on the creature. As boy and horse moved further into the forest, both knew that they wouldn't be returning that night... or perhaps not even the next day. [/style] [/style] [style=float: right; background-image: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/Yoshino/8cqvK.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 4px solid 8B2500; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; text-align: center; v-align: top; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 3px] [/style]

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'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

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[Kuroya]

WILD DWEBBLE APPEARED!

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Dwebble || Male || Shell Armor || Bug/Rock || Level 15
Fury Cutter || Rock Blast || Withdraw || Sand Attack || Faint Attack

The Dwebble hobbled out slowly, cursing as he shook his claw at the retreating Gastly that had pushed over the tree under whose gnarled roots he had made his home, hoarding a few twisted stumps and stones that he thought cozy for living. He glared at the ghost types streaking away from him, a grumpy "Dweb dweb dwebble!" escaping his lips as he yelled the words after them. 'Damn kids, get off my lawn!' Letting out a huff of irritation, the dual type turned back around to the mess he could see, the the complete and utter disarray and destruction of his home. This was outright vandalism, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, and he would not stand for such blatant disrespect for his abilities in his older age. Grumbling curses under his breath as he slowly crawled back over to the small entrance to his home, he shoved aside the rock they'd pushed off the hill - and he remembered the sound it had made, the crashing and breaking and snapping from the tumble down the incline, coming right at him, and he'd had to push himself hard to avoid it, the tree instead taking the brunt of the force and unfortunately wedging the stone in the doorway. Letting it land heavily on the ground with a weighty thud, he scuttled inside and began the arduous task of extracting any broken pieces of wood, determining what was salvageable and what wasn't.

It was pretty obvious even now that anything that had been made of wood was broken beyond hope of repair, and as such he thought nothing of throwing it out into the moss for later removal further away from his home. The stones had done a lot of damage, of course, and many were chipped or cracked, though he had a suspicion that they were not beyond repair. Making a mental note to make a visit to some old friends of his who would likely be more knowledgeable as to what could and couldn't prove usable later, he was about to start scrubbing the graffiti off the walls when he heard muted thuds outside. Ugh, not more intruders. Honestly, he had just driven those Gastly off, he didn't really want to have to go out and yell at some more idiots who were dumb enough to intrude upon his land. Despite his slow pace, however, he managed to extract himself from his work, his eyes narrowed in anger and his claws snapping at the air menacingly. "Dweb dweb dwebble!" he proclaimed loudly in his usual message, polite enough to at least give a warning before he went on the offensive, claws clicking. He was old, yes, but by no means a hooligan like so many of his fellow Pokemon.

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