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Post by ♥.:.RizuChan.:.♥ on Aug 4, 2010 15:14:56 GMT -5
It was night time, finally, and the little ghoul Pokemon had wandered away from his trainer and the other two Pokemons that were part of their little group. Really, that group had grown in a shocking moment, or so it seemed. And, while it was loads of fun to torment the Buneary and Rizu (Dusan would never dare to try and scare Lucem, he knew where the boundaries lied) the Duskull did enjoy some free time for himself. After all, he'd been used to being on his own until he had been caught in the wild one night -- the person didn't even made a sound, so the young Pokemon never knew what hit him. Next thing he knew he was given to Rizu as a Halloween present by some old man.
<I wonder if this place is really as worthy as all the wild Pokemons claim...>
Really, the shiny Serviper's den was as much of a legend to the population of Lanorae as Jesus Christ was for Christians and other people. And everyone knew how fast and wide stories traveled. He'd caught scent of this long ago, but he had been from another region so the Duskull hadn't thought much about it. Now here in Lanorae, though, his curiosity was piked -- and he wanted to see what lay inside. Hopefully the snake was sleeping, though he doubted it.
<Maybe it's out hunting, or it already caught a meal so big it's sleeping it off.>
Without making a sound, after all how could a floating Pokemon trip on something, Dusan made his way further inside the lair of the poisonous and mean looking snake specie. His bright yellow eye acted as a small flash light, providing a bit of glow to light the way ahead about a foot or so. Still, the light was dim and barely noticeable unless in pitch black darkness, and the ghost Pokemon had perfect night vision -- so he didn't depend on it anyway.
He hoped, though, that it didn't alert the snake of his presence. |
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