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Post by Lyric on Apr 16, 2017 11:14:55 GMT
| [attr="class","boldclass"] "This is hard. I don't want to fight anymore. Please let me go." Akaren closed her eyes and ignored the complaints of the kricketot. The bug-type had seemed nervous from the start, only relaxing slightly when he saw his trainer for the day. Apparently, he thought she looked kind, and might give him some slack. He was going to be sorely dissapointed. While she confessed training newbies wasn't the greatest thing in life, she wasn't going to shirk her duty. Besides, having the talent to train a recruit well was a skill worth having in the military, and if she could prove her talent to her captain, or even the general, if he wishes to inquire more into this, then it would be a great boon to her career. "No." She said stubbornly, eyes fluttering open to glare at the kricketot. "The Trainer's Respite isn't even hard. You signed up for the military, you'll have to deal with fighting."She backed away slowly while facing the bug-type, who cowered lower, if possible. She resisted the urge to give a sneer. The recruit seemed the type to exaggerate everything he saw, and if possible, she did not want bad rumours about her circulating amongst others. If his friends were all as irritating as he was, she wouldn't have to worry, but every word has a chance of passing onto more important people. "What if someone attacks us?" He asks, glancing left or right. The petilil frowned. Frankly, his cowardly behaviour was far more likely to attract others looking for a weak pokemon to beat up. "You'll be fine with me." The petilil said, getting into a defensive position, signally for the kricketot to do the same, the bug obeying slowly. "Attack me." She ordered, prompting a surprised look from the kricketot.
"... I don't want you injured!" The pokemon protested. "I'm not going to get hurt permanently." The petilil explained patiently. "You're not strong enough yet, and it's not like I haven't had an injury or two before. I'll go to a doctor afterwards. For now, though, personally experiencing what you can do is the best way for me to work out your capabilities. Come on now." Kricktot level ? Almost timidly, the Kricketot tensed, preparing for an attack, then sprang at the petilil, sending her stumbling backwards. She was stronger in battle than the bug-type, bur Akaren had never been one for physical strength. She recovered soon enough, as the bug type immediately ceased his attack when Akaren was almost knocked over. Pain flared in several places, but faded away soon. She might have a few bruises, but was otherwise fine. "That was pathetic." She replied bluntly to the Kricketot, who opened his mouth to protest. "Yes, you did well enough, considering you're less practiced than I am, but our type has a natural weakness to such attacks. How well do you think you'll do against sturdier pokemon?" The kricketot shut his mouth, looking scared. Perhaps her words were at fault. Perhaps it was the predatory glint in her eyes. "Now, let's get on to serious training."
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Post by Lyric on Apr 16, 2017 11:24:23 GMT
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Post by Akaren on Apr 21, 2017 22:46:47 GMT
[attr="class","grieving"] [attr="class","impression"] arkness made her surroundings seem so different. That was her problem.
Through definitely not her only problem, as much as she tried to deny that fact.
The painted ravine was a beautiful place, less so at nightfall, where each nook and cranny could contain a monster, where each shadow around the corner could have been caused by a savage beast. She hated the night.
Akaren kept her eyes peeled for dangers, painfully aware of her growing hunger.
She had expected it to be less than a day's trip to the ravine, and therefore packed little food. She hadn't expected to need it, since she ate less meals normally, anyway. The food was just as insurance against extreme energy loss from hiking. Now it was dark, and she had no food left. No food sources at all.
She had wandered off into a side gorge, and when she had tried to make her way back, realised that looking at a path from two different directions made things seem completely different.
She refused to accept that she was lost, and in that process, made herself more lost. She refused to call for help due to her pride, event hough she reasoned it was so that no other creatures' attention was drawn to her. Besides, there were few who lived in here, and admitting her situation to any explorer would cause them to mock her. She was rather irritated with herself, too. She shouldn't have gotten lost.
Besides her tiny bag of food, she didn't pack anything else. She didn't want to be weighed down by unnecessary supplies. Unnecessary supplies that she now needed.
A series of crunches, flesh meeting stone, brought her out of self-admonishment. What caused it?
"Just stone falling, you idiot." She said out loud, hating that she had to use these sorts of tactics to calm herself down. It must have been just a rock falling on grass, to produce the muffled sound.
Still, she couldn't see everything, and there was a corner just up ahead.
It could be that she wasn't alone.
Slowly, she inched up to the turn, not bothering to be quiet. If it was an enemy, she had revealed her position anyways. If it was an ally, better for them to know her presence earlier, so they didn't attack out of fright.
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Post by Akaren on May 2, 2017 0:05:09 GMT
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Post by Mesmer on May 8, 2017 8:52:34 GMT
[googlefont="roboto thin 100"]  | [attr="class","dawning"]The tom woke up with a jolt, desperately trying to remember where his brother, who had been sleeping next to him, had went, before relaxing. The younger Tom was on a patrol, that was all. He had woke up at around down, when he felt something moving, and heard words being exchanged outside. When no orders came for him, he fell back into a deep slumber. He was overdue for some rest, in any case.
And he needn't worry about his other siblings, either. From his position, the tom could see out of the cave, just a little, and could see the pelt of his brother, and could scent her sister. They were outside, no doubt enjoying the day while he slept.
Ottergaze got up with a small groan, shaking his pelt briskly. Since his youngest brother's sickness, five moons or so ago, he had been excessively worried about all three of his siblings. Telling himself that they were okay was not enough. At least, on the inside, it wasn't. He behaved rather normally towards others, without any change when he could help it, but anxiety welled up inside him whenever he lost sight of one of his siblings. None could help. It was a mental sickness, not a physical one. No amount of medicine from eveningblaze would help him.
His youngest brother was out there. Not in danger, none at all, but Ottergaze was still worried. That wasn't natural, he knew, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking that way. Pheasantleap's consitiutuon was naturally weak, and the sickness had left him even more so. Pheasant said he was fine, but he couldn't hide his rasping throat, or his frequent coughs. Even though it had been moons ago, and no longer cold.
Just keep busy. he thought to himself as he trotted oth of the den, blinking from the harsh sunlight. That was rather difficult. He had no apprentice, and since the patrols had gone, he wasn't needed anywhere. There was something to be done in the clan, surely. He took a few steps towards the exit of the camp when his stomachs started growling. Right. He'd better eat breakfast first. Still, he wasn't feeling particularly hungry. It could wait. Right now, he desperately needed a breath of fresh air.
And maybe he could manage to check up on his other brother.
'No no no no no no no.' He whispered to himself under his breath. That wasn't the way to think. He needed to see for himself that all his siblings could get on without him. They didn't need to be coddled, and won't welcome him treating them like kits. He wasn't too pushy, that was why they liked him.
Now he stopped, all of a sudden, at those thoughts, and turned back into the clan, shooting a side wards glance at his other brother and sister. Perhaps he could talk to them. Not now, though. He wasn't feeling up to conversation with his siblings. He hadn't been feeling up to conversation with them for a while, although he often watched over them silently. It would be too awkward. He would act, but not now. Not now.
open thread, 530 words, I rambled on a little there, so it's kinda long.
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Post by Mesmer on May 8, 2017 9:42:17 GMT
[googlefont="roboto thin 100"] hide the pain and forget the fear [attr="class",hoverthang1"] [attr="class","hoverthang2"] [attr="class","thangonly"]000 words [attr="class","thangonly"]@tag [attr="class","thangonly"]notes | [attr="class","dawning"]The tom woke up with a jolt, desperately trying to remember where his brother, who had been sleeping next to him, had went, before relaxing. The younger Tom was on a patrol, that was all. He had woke up at around down, when he felt something moving, and heard words being exchanged outside. When no orders came for him, he fell back into a deep slumber. He was overdue for some rest, in any case.
And he needn't worry about his other siblings, either. From his position, the tom could see out of the cave, just a little, and could see the pelt of his brother, and could scent her sister. They were outside, no doubt enjoying the day while he slept.
Ottergaze got up with a small groan, shaking his pelt briskly. Since his youngest brother's sickness, five moons or so ago, he had been excessively worried about all three of his siblings. Telling himself that they were okay was not enough. At least, on the inside, it wasn't. He behaved rather normally towards others, without any change when he could help it, but anxiety welled up inside him whenever he lost sight of one of his siblings. None could help. It was a mental sickness, not a physical one. No amount of medicine from eveningblaze would help him.
His youngest brother was out there. Not in danger, none at all, but Ottergaze was still worried. That wasn't natural, he knew, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking that way. Pheasantleap's consitiutuon was naturally weak, and the sickness had left him even more so. Pheasant said he was fine, but he couldn't hide his rasping throat, or his frequent coughs. Even though it had been moons ago, and no longer cold.
Just keep busy. he thought to himself as he trotted oth of the den, blinking from the harsh sunlight. That was rather difficult. He had no apprentice, and since the patrols had gone, he wasn't needed anywhere. There was something to be done in the clan, surely. He took a few steps towards the exit of the camp when his stomachs started growling. Right. He'd better eat breakfast first. Still, he wasn't feeling particularly hungry. It could wait. Right now, he desperately needed a breath of fresh air.
And maybe he could manage to check up on his other brother.
'No no no no no no no.' He whispered to himself under his breath. That wasn't the way to think. He needed to see for himself that all his siblings could get on without him. They didn't need to be coddled, and won't welcome him treating them like kits. He wasn't too pushy, that was why they liked him.
Now he stopped, all of a sudden, at those thoughts, and turned back into the clan, shooting a side wards glance at his other brother and sister. Perhaps he could talk to them. Not now, though. He wasn't feeling up to conversation with his siblings. He hadn't been feeling up to conversation with them for a while, although he often watched over them silently. It would be too awkward. He would act, but not now. Not now.
open thread, 530 words, I rambled on a little there, so it's kinda long.
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Post by Akaren on May 15, 2017 7:25:30 GMT
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