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Team Name: Wispy Thoughts

Guild: Explorers

Total Poke Dollars: N/A

Total Edges: N/A

 

Member 1 Name: Casper

Species (specify if Shiny): Meowth

Appearance: A non-shiny Meowth in color.  He’s more slender and lean than the normal Meowth. He averages around 2 feet which is taller than the average. He lacks whiskers on near the top of his head and his coin is broken at the top. His whiskers at the side seem to curl inward slightly at the end. His ears are sharper and thinner than a normal Meowth, with small dark brown ears tufts on the tips of them. Though his right ear seems to flop all the time except when he’s surprise/startled. His tail is always unfurled. His eyes are a separate color; his right eye a glacier blue while his left is amber. He has more of an elongated muzzle than your standard Meowth. Perhaps he's near evolution? He has lots of fur on his chest, near the base of his neck, lighter than the rest of his fur. 

Nature: Jolly

Characteristic: Often Lost in Thought

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Ability: Technician


History
: A rather cheery Meowth with some family issues. His mother, a wealthy inspiring dancer, desired for him to follow into her pawsprints to become a dancer as well. Little did she know that he was terrible at dancing, despite all the lessons she put him. Outraged at her son’s failure, she promptly kicked him out to fend on his own. He picked up the trades and tongue of the small town rather quickly to fend for himself, using his melodic voice to please those around him. He’s a bit of a thinker this feline, often rambling to himself about the world or the people. Though he’s typically laid-back mon with a massive grin on his face whenever someone sparks a conversation with him.  He came across his wounded partner one day while running errands and became attached to her ever since.

Personality: Casper is a rather an easy-going feline. When he first meets new ‘mons, he tends to be a little skittish till he deems the other not a threat. When that has established, he’ll slide into a conversation quite easily, becoming quite talkative. He’s often caught humming some tune he created on the spot, showing his gentle, casual, rather chirpy behavior. Oddly, he can’t find it in himself to hate others even if they deserve it rightly so. His mother is an example. He’s not much of fighter… though more of a negotiator. He tries to avoid ALL possible confrontations if he can. Often using his Pay Day to distract and flee. Though that doesn’t work, he’ll plant a devastating Iron tail in the threat’s face. If he can though, he’ll try to soothe the hostilities there. His singing voice seems to have a soothing voice on those who listens, proving to be a helpful asset.

 

Extra Info

-He has a special ability that’s linked with his move Dream Eater. He isn’t fond of this ability so much…

-He gets slightly skittish around intimidating, larger mons.

-He NEVERS talks about his broken coin.

-He has an older sibling, who’s a Persian.

-He has NEVER eaten Meat before. He finds the thought of actually eating meat deplorable but his instincts wants him to touch it… Just once.

-Favors sweet and sour food

  



Move 1
: Pay Day – He hurls a bunch of coins at his foes for a distraction or to pummel them with.

Move 2: Sing- Lulls enemies to sleep with a peaceful lullaby.

Move 3: Dream Eater-  Eats the dreams of those in slumber; regains some hp back from the devoured dreams (rarely uses this move)

Move 4: Iron Tail- Slams down on his foes with a metallic-like tail

 

Accessories and Descriptions(you can have up to 2 at the start):

            Utility Belt | Explorer |

A rather standard tan belt that he wears as a satchel over his chest instead.

            Assorted Piercings | Misc. Uniform |

A few earrings those are golden in color. The two piercings are on the top of his left ear.

 

Weapon (upgradable later on): Tempest Fan (Causes Whirlwind)

Description: A small japanese styled fan with a cherry blossom design. Causes a fierce Whirlwind which blows away his foes! Can only used a few times a day before it must recharge for some time. 

 

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Member 2 Name:  ‘Rava’

Species (specify if Shiny):  Swablu (non)

Appearance: A non-shiny average swablu. The feathers on the top of her head curl into a small heart. Her wings are not the typical fluffy cloud shape, more wispy at the ends. Her beak is more hook shape at the end as well.

Nature: Quiet

Characteristic: Somewhat Stubborn

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Ability: Cloud Nine

History: ‘Rava’ is a silent bird that would much rather show what she means instead of speaking. She was once a cheery bird though her flock despised her for her voice. They once said she could cripple a ‘mon with mere words. It was a mere lie but it frightened the flock to treat her an outcast or constantly bully her. She realized the source of the resentment was due to her voice so as a result she separated herself from the flock, vowing never to speak again. Weak from hunger she came across Casper and ‘allowed’ him to be with her. Refusing to utter her name, the feline gifted her with the name ‘Rava’ and they have been together ever since that day.

 

Move 1: Perish Song (ONLY USED WHEN EXTREMELY THREATENED)

Move 2: Moonblast

Move 3: Substitue

Move 4: Hidden Power Fire

 

 

Accessories and Descriptions(you can have up to 2 at the start): None

 

Weapon (upgradable later on):None

Description: None

Setting: Kabier has broken away from the Explorers guild, and some followers have joined him.

    The Meowth held a paw to his maw as he watched the scene amidst the crowd. Perched on his arm was his Swablu partner, who seemed to be bristling with anger over the incident. A few times, her beak jabbed his arm to urge him forward but he merely shook his head, ignoring her. He could already smell this spelled disaster for the area of Jusevi. Crime rate could rise horribly. The feline shuddered to think if he saw those rogues bursting down his door to steal what little he had.

    “Rava… This is very bad. VERY bad,” he uttered, his legs trembling with his tail in-between.

    Rava merely worked her way to nestle in his neck to nuzzle him in a way of comfort.

            The feline smiled slightly at the gesture. “Thanks… But what we going to do?” he asked in a lost tone.

            The avian creature pointed a fluffy wing towards the Charizard who seemed to be quelling the crowd.

            He quickly put her wing down, shaking his head fiercely. “Are you crazy!? Did you not see what just happened!? I was thinking more of the Trad- OOW!” He yowled when the bird placed a swift peck against his neck. “Rava! OW!” Another sharp peck nearly had him jumping in the air. “Fine!” He blinked when he realized the crowd turning their attention his outbursts. His face flushed with embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

            “Is there a problem?” a new voice beckoned.

            The feline whirled behind him to see a Charizard towering over him. He flinched under the Charizard’s scrutiny, feeling to sudden urge to shrink away.

            “N-No s-sir… We were j-just leaving...,” the feline managed to get out. He desperately wanted to turn tail and flee but Rava’s persistence pecking was too much.

            The Swablu took off her perch to flutter around the Charizard.

            “What’s this bird doing…,” the Charizard muttered, tempted to swat the bird out of the air.

            “Rava please!” He already knew she would continue till he simply gave in. He heaved a sigh, twiddling with his paws. “S-Sir Guildmaster…” the Meowth started, his tail twitching with agitation. “M-My name is C-Casper and that is R-Rava,” he gestured towards the bird. “I was wondering if w-we can join the E-Explorers…?”

            “Sure! Lose the stammer why don’t ya!” He chuckled.

            “R- I mean sure…” Casper said with a small smile. The Charizard couldn’t be so bad…

            “Do ya have a name for ya’lls  team?”

            Casper nearly wanted to slap himself for forgetting. “U-Uh… Maybe..?”

            “Come out with it then!”

            Casper quickly looked around, noting the Rava’s wispy like wings. “Err… Wispy Thoughts?”

            The Charizard shrugged at the name, holding out a claw. “Alright then. Welcome to the Guild!”

            “Glad to be welcome…” Casper gave a wry smile as he took the Charizard’s claw in the meager grasp of his paw for a small shake. “Wispy Thoughts are glad to be of service…”

            

PMD-D/Wispy Thoughts
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Totally joined the club it seems o3o. Hope to have a fun experience 8) One day that setting shall be longer but not today lol...
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            Lightning crackled in the air, thunder roared deafening the area. The dark clouds draped the lands, engulfing them in complete darkness. Only the lightning flashing in the sky were the only beacons. Silas stared out the window with a grim expression. Just moments ago, the sun was radiating at its peak in the sky till ominous clouds appeared to blotch out the glorious rays. He gave a worrisome glance to the Flaaffy tussling on the bed. The sheep appeared to be struggling with some sort of nightmare with a fine sheen on sweat coating his tussled wool. Silas kept his distance, noting the Flaaffy’s electric discharge. He held the egg closely, watching helplessly as Theo struggled with his nightmare. A fine crack on the egg seemed to go unnoticed by others, a small blue eye peering through.

 

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            “Come on Slowpoke!” a young feminine Snubball called out. She paced along at the edge of the forest with an impatient expression. Her companion was somewhere she couldn’t see. Perhaps she had left him behind in the dust when she raced him through the forest. She paused, stomping a foot impatiently. Where is that dang Slowpoke? A heavy panting distracted her from her thoughts. She looked up to see a tired out Mareep dragging his way to her.

            “I’m not a Slowpoke!” he whined.

            “Theo. You’ll always be a Slowpoke to me since you’re so slow!” the Snubbull exclaimed. She dragged the young Mareep out of here to have some fun. She ignored her parents’ warnings to come out to the river today. The late night rain had the water transformed into raging rapids. The young Snubbull was careful not standing too close to the river’s slippery edge yet she still wanted to see the rapids for herself.

            “Nariah… You know we’re not supposed to be out here,” Theo said retorted in a low tone. He remembered hearing his own parents words though they didn’t seem to hold any hint of concern if he so happened to leave. He had to cautiously watch his step as he went, though he slipped a few times on the way to her.

            Nariah placed her paws at her hips, giving the Mareep a glare. “Come on now! Don’t wuss out on me now!” She huffed. She wanted to race down river as close as she could along the edge. It was daring, yes, but she liked to live life on the edge. She glanced at the rapids nearly second guessing her plans.

            Theo noted her glance. “You see! This is a bad idea!”

            She dismissed him with a lazy wave. “Fine then! You can stay here all by yourself!” The Snubbull took off along the edge with agile skills.

            Theo always admired her for her bravery and speed. She was the only one who actually played and acknowledged him for who he was. She was the one who encouraged him to come out of his shell. “Wait up! Be careful!” He rushed after her, too afraid to run along the edge.

            Nariah looked back with scowl. She was disappointed that Theo didn’t follow her lead like she wanted him to. “Come on Th-” She lost her balance, tumbling in the rapids.

            “NO!” Theo watched helplessly as the water dragged Nariah downriver. She barely able to maintain afloat, trashing wildly for air. He couldn’t lose her, his only friend… He ran after her, using all the speed he was able to use.

            “Theo!” She cried out when she came to the surface once more. Why hadn’t she listened to her parents’ words? Nariah tried to make her to the edge, only to be thwarted by craggy rocks in the way. She winced when the rapids beat against her with tremendous force, forcibly ramming her against the rocks. She gasped, nearly going under water from the pain.

            Theo ran ahead, noting a branch lodged at the edge. He climbed on the branch, maintaining his balance as he went. He clutched it tightly, dangling his tail close to the water. “Grab on to my tail!”

            Nariah struggled as she paddled through the rapids. Her paw reached to his tail, just mere inches away… She faltered going underwater, the rapids dragging her under the branch. Theo panicked, tired of remaining on the sidelines. He leapt into the rapids, uncaring of the fate that may happen to him as well. With a splash he crashed in the water. He expected himself to be dragged underwater but his wooly wool kept him above water to his amazement. He placed his head under, looking for Nariah. She was nowhere in sight. A crashing noise had him peering up.

    He stared with horror, at the raging waterfall at the end. He could hear the waterfall deafening roar below into the riverbed. He could see Nariah heading towards the end appearing limp, unconscious. Theo paddled to her, wrapped his tail around her limp form. He closed his eyes, clutching her closely as the rapids set them toppling over the edge…

     

    Theo opened his eyes seeking land. He paddled to the edge with Nariah on his back. He was worried. Since the duo toppled over the waterfall, he had yet to hear any response from her. Or even her breathing… He struggled as he climbed onto land. Theo gently slid her on her back, inspecting her. “Come on Nariah…” He placed his ear on her chest, listening for a pulse. No pulse… “No no no!” He nudged his head against her, beginning to panic. What did they do!? What was it called!? No one taught him any emergency skills! He leaned in close, hesitating. He never kissed anyone before…

    He sucked in a deep breath before placing his mouth on hers, blowing in air. He watched her chest rise and fall but still no pulse. He repeated the process several more times but still the result was same. “Nariah NO! COME ON!” Despite his efforts, she didn’t response to his attempts. Tears began to flow as he knelt down beside her.

    “Why me!? I should have stopped you! I said this was bad! B-B-Bu-,” he bawled. He clutched his chest with pain, his heart clenching with sorrow. His only friend… He nudged her again, seeking anything. He knew his efforts were futile but… His reality was crumbling around him. He simply cried, laying his head on her chest. Too lost in his emotions, he failed to notice the flutter of wings and shadows circling above. Several Mandibuzz landed on their wooden perches. Wicked beaks and deadly sharp talons as they laid in wait, lurking in the shadows. Some even licked this beaks with a gleeful expression, poised for the perfect moment to deliver a strike. 

 

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            Theo jostled awake, tears on his face as he wrapped his arms around him to stop his trembling. Why… Why did I have to dream about that day!? Ever since his day, he tormented himself for not being adamant enough to stop her from doing something so foolish. He appeared forlorn as his eyes roamed, searching for the egg. If he lost that too… He spotted the Silas looking at him with a blank expression. In Silas’ clutches was just a mere shell of what use to be the egg.

            Theo immediately got to his feet rushing at Silas. “What happened!? The egg!” He felt anger at him and Silas for failing to realize what happened to the egg. Silas cocked his head, shrugging. That only seem to Theo infuriate even more. How could I leave the egg in the care of a feral!? He took a hostile step towards the Scizor when he felt his tail being moved. He whirled to see a Machop couched on the floor, lifting up his tail only to drop it. It giggled. It sounded feminine? The Machop looked up then, giving Theo a smile.

            “T? T T!” She cheered, hugging him. She knew this Flaaffy’s voice. He would always read her stories of epic battles, landscapes, anything in a soft lulling tone that made her feel joyous and peaceful.

               He froze, not understanding at first. Then realization slowly dawned on him. She almost stood as tall as he was, only a slightly small by a few inches. The Machop pulled away, sporting a big grin.

            A slow smile spread on Theo’s lips. “So you’re the one I was watching all this time…,” he said softly. Despite the haunting nightmares, he did have something to be happy about now… He had safely brought something into this world to live. The Machop nodded quickly, coming closer to squeeze him once more.

            “D-D-D-a-d-dy?” she pronounced slowly.

            Theo placed his hand to mouth, getting choked up inside. She was much too cute and smart for being a freshly newborn. Was she actually listening to him when she was an egg? He couldn’t bring himself to verbally deny her words. “Y-Yes… I-I guess I a-am.” She cheered happily at his words, the tiny tail of hers wagging quickly. Theo flushed at her reactions. This is truly too much for me. Though Theo wasn’t so confident in his parenting skills, he would try his best to be an excellent father figure to her. He tapped his head, thinking of a name while she meanwhile went back to his. He glanced out the window watching the clouds dispel revealing the rising dawn.

            He smiled widely, joy radiating off every inch him as he looked down at her. “Your name will be Zaria," he mumured with pride. 

 

           

           

           

 

Formidable Dawn Intermission: Rushing Water
The FEELS. MY FEELS WHEN I DID DIS. I shed a tear during this. Shed a tear with meh. So yeah I'll just keep this here for when I can actually update my App with this chickadee. Yes she will be amazing, cute. All that fun stuff... Right? 

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    “Here we are!” Adabel cheered. She clasped her hooves together as she proudly showed the building. She eagerly waited for her son's response. She desperately wanted him to approve of her design. She sighed longingly. She reminisced on the old days. It seemed like only yesterday when he was only a little babe, huddling closely to her for her warmth. She would hold him tightly and sing a peaceful lullaby for him to sleep. He would be out for ages and she would happily continue because she simply loved to do so.           

    Brutus was lost for words as he analyzed the building. Her design was that of an old western theme. Something he was familiar with. A sudden memory of scorching heat and desert came to mind as he stared. “You styled it after home… I remember the dunes we use to cross together and the homes in the area…,” he replied slowly with an undercurrent.

            “Yes! I’m so glad to be out of that harsh desert! The lush green fields here are such an enjoyable fresh change!"

            “How did you get here? You know the dungeon route to get here was quite dangerous,” he muttered with worry. The dungeon was truly treacherous to traverse through, filled with Pokemon who roamed through hidden crevices to prey on the weak.

            She only gave a small giggle at his worry and patted his afro. “Don’t fret dear. Your mother can handle herself through even the worst of troubles. Who use to beat down those kids, when they use to pick on you when you were little? Certainly not your father!” She puffed out her cheeks before she huffed. “Your father always wanted you to fend for yourself without any help. I knew better!” She unknowingly began to caress his afro, trying to put it in some order.

            Brutus slightly grew agitated over the mention of his father, a furrowed brow each time the word was uttered. 

             “So what’s the name of your place?” Ven tossed out there as he noted his partner's signs. 

            “Why it’s Moo Groove Parlor! The place where you can get your groove on and enjoy our hearty milkshakes!” She said with enthusiasm and a wink.

            Ven covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. She can’t be serious right? Just the name had him near hysterics. Even when Brutus glared, he couldn’t keep that smug, amused smirk off his face. “That’s a… quite a lovely name,” Ven coughed, his eyes danced.

            Adabel cocked her head to the side, slightly confused by his behavior. 

    Brutus frowned at his partner’s amusement. He seemed to had enjoyed some private joke. “Excuse him. He is a little crazy in the head. Perhaps I did not knock enough sense into him before…,” he murmured slowly, a glint in his eyes.

    Ven shuddered at the tone. He turned skittish, a dew of sweat on his forehead. “Easy! It was nothing bad! I actually l-l-l-like the name,” he stuttered. He appeared pained when he said the word. The name was absolutely absurd to him but he did not want to be on the receiving end of a Head Charge later on today. Pick and choose your battles, he chanted.

    “Why thank you!” She went to hug him once more but he swiftly hid behind his partner, his lips curled up into a snarl. She merely giggled at his reaction and opened the wooden doors for them. “Why don’t you two come inside? I have the younger crowd inside right now. I’m sure you guys can mingle well,” she whispered.

    Ven’s curiosity died the second she mentioned a crowd. “I don’t have the taste to go in-.” A swift glare from Brutus had him silent. He recognized the glare. He gave a scowl not bothered to finish the sentence. He’d find some way to avoid the crowd. He lifted up his hood, his brooded crimson eyes turned dull. 

    She gave a scoff, “Don’t be so dramatic! Perhaps you two can find the love of your life in here! Who knows?” She urged them inside with a shove, the doors shut with a sense of finality behind them.

    Ven expected a  crowd like she mentioned, only to see a few inside. They murmured among themselves in their booths. Some look up at their entrance but quickly went back to their business. This was it? He only counted…10…11…12...13..14. Around 15 in the establishment. Judged by the size, he guessed it was a crowd though the large space for dancing was quite empty. “I see no one getting their groove on in here…,” he muttered.

    Adabel’s sharp hearing heard the Weavile’s comment as she busily went to the counter to whip up something for her special guests. “It’s only daytime silly. No one dances till the night. I have this awesome musician who comes to play.”

    Awesome? Ven quirked an eyebrow. She seemed to be a little too old to be saying such things. It seemed so awkward. Though his attention was soon caught by some snickering in a corner.

    “Do you see those tails feathers?” A Lombre murmured.

    “Yeah they’re so fluffy… That can’t possibly be a Weavile!” his partner, a female Braixen uttered.

    “It must be though! Look at those claws! It must be a female! It’s the only explanation!”

    Ven’s vision became clouded with red as he clutched his claws into fist. 

    The conversation came to an abrupt end, the sound of a fist slammed down on the gossipers table. The Lombre and Braixen backed away. A Blaziken merely stared at the two, eyes a blaze. “Gossip is not a nice thing to do. I believe that is a male you’re talking about there and I bet he can hear everything you say,” he murmured to the two in a lethal tone. Then his tone lowered even more to say, “I heard Weavile hunt down their prey in packs. Maybe he’ll get his pack mates to track you and have you for dinner.”

    “AHHH!!” The duo quickly leapt out of their seats and knelt in front of Ven’s feet. “PLEASE DON’T GET YOUR FRIENDS TO EAT US! WE’RE SORRY!”

    This was absolutely humiliating for the two… And Ven savored each and every second of it as they groveled before him, begging for forgiveness. He gave a yawn when he had enough of, rubbed a claw lazily against his cape and examine its sheen. “Yeah yeah. I won’t get my pack mates to eat you guys. Get the hell out of here before I change my mind.”

    The duo quickly said their thanks and immediately fled from the scene. The Blaziken gave a hearty laugh as he watched the two leave. “Ah. I don’t believe I had a good laugh like that in ages. I’m glad I could be of assistance however.”

    Ven rolled his eyes. “Not like I needed your help in the first place,” he grumbled. He had a plan to scare the crap out of those brats but they’re traumatized enough at this point.

    The Blaziken chuckled. “That may be so but it seemed like you enjoyed my method.”

    Begrudgingly, he admitted  the Blaziken’s method was more amusing than what he had in mind but he wasn’t going to openly say to it. Meanwhile he expected Brutus to say something but he noticed him having a quiet conversation with Adabel. Probably some stupid family issues… Glad I don’t have these problems…, he thought. The Blaziken’s face suddenly appeared in his vision, quite close.  He sprang back with a hiss. “Ever heard of fucking personal space!?”

    The Blaziken held his arms up in defense. “Sorry. Something caught my eye… You have a marking do you not?”

    Course the fowl would see it. “What’s it to you? It could be a tattoo for all you know,” he spat, defensive.

    The Blaziken scoffed. “I doubt that marking could be etched into your very skin. It’s very special…,” he said quietly.

    Special? Wary, he lowered his hood. Though for the first time, Ven took in the Blaziken’s appearance. The Blaziken was quite tall… Taller than him by two feet. The Blaziken had to kneel down to his level to get a good look. His V shape hair seemed ridged, worn. He also had a lot of faded battle scars. A strange marking similar to his was under his right eye as well. There was no way they could have same exact marking, in the same exact position.

    His fears were confirmed when the Blaziken sucked in a sharp breath, eyes slightly widened with some emotion he didn’t understand. Sadness? Surprise? He had no idea as the Blaziken stepped back.

    “So it is true… I thought you were lost… But here you are…”

    What-

    “Dad! The milkshakes here are great! We should come here more often!” A feminine voice cheered. A Combusken rushed her way to the Blaziken’s side, hugging his leg. She was quite small, smaller than normal for her species. She sported an abnormal feathery scruff around her neck also slightly more fluffy than the other of her species.

    “That’s great, Cherie. Can you quiet down for a second?” he said sternly, focusing his attention on the Weavile. Cherie gave a small pout but said nothing, curious about the Weavile. It must be true. The marking was the exact same as his own. But to end up in this city… He was choking on the emotions bubbling inside. “I can’t believe it… My son…”

    Ven went still inside. Son? That can’t be right… He only remembered small glimpses of his mother when he was a mere infant… When she left him…  He closed his eyes, valiantly trying to rein in his anger raging inside.  “Where is she then…”

    The Blaziken obviously knew what he meant. He turned solemn yet his eyes conveyed a different story, filled with pain, agony. “Your mother… She passed away after having Cherie…” He remembered clearly that day… How she would say her precious son was still alive when he had all but given up hope.

    Ven’s eyes narrowed on the girl. A daughter… A sister. Instead of feeling delight for her existence, he only felt scorn. She was a damn replacement to him. His eyes stared at her with such chilling animosity that it caused her to flinch and hide behind the Blaziken, trembling. “So you guys abandoned me… There was no search… Then I hear you have…” He pointed sharply at the Combusken. “You have this thing to replace me!”

    The Blaziken bristled at his words, covering Cherie’s ears. “You have no right… Your mother went out searching for food. There was a blizzard going on and she couldn’t risk being you out in the storm! No one could have known you would have gotten missing!”

    “This sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me! I doubt very much you’re my father!”

    “The mark doesn’t lie. Anyone in my lineage has the mark when they reach the final stage. No one else has it. It’s truly…unique.”

    “Unique!?” Ven skimmed the mark with a crazed look in his eyes. “Seems like a curse to me! Only one way to rid oneself of a curse! RIP IT OFF!” He poised a deadly claw above the marking beyond the point of caring.

    Cherie grabbed on his arm, tears in her eyes. “Don’t do that! Why would you hurt yourself over something so stupid!?”

    Stupid!? His pupils shrank to mere dots as he attempted to shake her off. Though her tears affected him to a point he was slightly lenient with the act. “Dammit! Get off of me! What the hell would you know anyway!?” He barked. His face twisted into a sneer, “You had your parents! While you had a nice doting family to love and look after you, I was stuck in a frozen wasteland with a bunch of twisted Sneasel pack mates trying to fend for myself each and every day!” With a final shake, she fell to the floor with a thud as she shuddered at his harsh tone. Something inside him knew he was pushing it but his seething rage would not relent.

    Suddenly the earth began to tremble beneath him, his anger lessening to replace with confusion. He glanced at the source, Brutus giving a meaningful look at him with Adabel gawking beside him. He hardly noticed the spectators who bore faces of apprehension. He was slightly embarrassed that he had an outburst in public but he hid it well as he jabbed a claw in the Blaziken’s direction. “Stay the hell away from me.” He looked down at the petite fowl before him. “That includes you too.” He lifted his head to mask his appearance as he stormed out without a word.

    Adabel wanted to go after him but Brutus merely placed a hoof in front of her. “Just leave him be. I doubt he will do anything foolish without facing repercussions,” he stated. Inwardly, he was slightly concerned. Ven was a loose cannon waiting for his fuse to be blown.

    “Maybe you should go after him. You’re probably the only one he trusts right?”

    I do not know the answer to that… He quietly observed the Blaziken console his daughter. What were the odds that he would meet a family member today? He heaved a sigh. He must always remember the odds are always stacked against him.

     

     

     

Midnight Travelers: Family Matters Part 2
And here's part 2. Yeah part 2... it'll give you a run for your money.
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NPC Adabel belongs to me
NPC Cherie belongs to me 
??? the Blaziken belongs to me
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            “Excuse me!” a feminine voice called. 

            Ven glanced down with a lazy eye at the voice who called for him. Again they believe can talk to me anytime…, he thought with disdain. This time it was a Miltank, someone he had never seen before. She held a basket full of bread and apples. She had a jingling golden cow bell wrapped around her.  But it piqued his interest. He closed his eyes and waved her away. He was still tired and it was daytime.

            The Miltank huffed as the Weavile told her off. The nerve! She placed her hooves on her hips as she devised a way to get him down.  “Hey! You have seen a Bouffalant around here!?” She shouted vigorously.

            His ears twitched. A Bouffalant? She could be only talking about one person…  “I ain’t deaf cow! Sheesh!”

            Her cheeks puffed up at his words and attitude. Such a rude man! Just as she reached for the tree to give him a piece of her mind, he leapt out of the spot, landing with ease in front of her. He folded his arms; his eyebrow twitched. She gave a soft whistle under her breath before regaining her composure to jab her hoof defiantly at him. “You sir are quite rude! This is not how you your elders young man!”

            He batted her hoof away, lips peeling back into a snarl, “I don’t know who you think you are, old cow, but you will not touch me!”

            She gave a delicate scoff and reached up to stretch his mouth side to side. She gave a ‘tsk’ at his fangs not the least bit frightened by his intimidating show. “You don’t frighten me!"  "I dealt with Salamences in my day!" She said. "You don’t even compare to them!” She gave another scoff, tapping his cheeks as she backed off before he could swat her hooves away.

            Her actions baffled him. Never has a female been so forward and touched him, not fear the consequences. He was use to who females outright avoided him or simply shy away from his flippant attitude.  There was one actually as he pondered but he hadn’t spoken to her in a while. Her personality drove him up the wall. He switched tactics; his face void of emotions. “I saw a Bouffalant around these parts. No idea if that is who you-,”

            She gathered him in a tight hug, lifting him in the air with ease. “Oh you have!? Tell me! I must see him! I have to see him! He hasn’t sent me any letters so I’m a worried!” She unknowingly increased the pressure of her squeeze.  Air was hardly passing through his lungs from the intense pressure. He began panting for air, turning a strange shade of blue. “Damn! Let’s go, cow!” he gasped out as he tried to escape from her hold.

            “Oh!” She quickly released him, watching concernedly he gasped for air, digging his claws in the ground to remain in place. “I apologize! I’m afraid I don’t know my own strength at times!” This wasn’t the first time she gave someone a too tight of hug. Some even going to Cotton Guard at times. They were just too cute for their own good or she was rather too eccentric during the hug.

            Ven groped his chest as he tried to regain his breath. He glared. “Severe…understatement…cow,” he heaved between breaths.

            She puffed her cheeks once more as she helped him on his feet. “You need to stop calling me ‘cow’. I have a name. You don’t see me calling you 'weasel face'. My name is Adabel.”

              This time he allowed her to touch him without a fuss. Fighting it only made it worse. He gave a long sigh, “Ven… It’s Ven. Why are you seeking this Bouffalant? Perhaps he doesn’t want to be found.” He believed it was Brutus she sought out but some innate self-preservation inside did not want to rat out his partner to this rather jolly Miltank.

            She clasped her hooves together, eyes sparkling. “Why he’s my son of course! He hasn’t spoken to me in years! My poor baby boy! He must have forgotten to contact me within the years ever since he joined the Royal Guard! I’m so proud of him ,you see,” she rambled with a bubbly tone.

            He shied away from her excited personality. It was a little…overwhelming.  But curiosity was getting the better of him. Baby boy? She was his mother? He looked at her with scrutiny. She was the complete opposite of him. There was plenty he questioned in life and this would be one of those he would always dwell on. “Does he go by the name Brutus?”

            “Yes!!!” She cheered as she felt the sudden urge to hug the Weavile again. She had to refrain herself from touching him as she saw the obvious distaste in his expression. “So you have seen my darling boy! What is his like? Is he still in the Royal Guard? Hopefully keeping out of trouble like I asked in my letter,” she mused as she gazed thoughtfully in the sky.

            Ven said nothing as she babbled on. It must have been a few years since Brutus had spoken to her if she believed he was still in the Guard. And I am partially the blame for it… It was nothing Ven felt proud of. A rare moment he lost control. He clenched his claws tightly into fists. It was something he hoped to rectify soon. His ears twitched once more as he heard the familiar clacking of hooves. The noise was distinct in his brain. He didn’t dare turn to look when a shadow loomed over his figure. He already knew who it was and it took effort not to shudder.

            “Brutus!!” Adabel rushed over and wrapped her arms around his neck.

            “Mother?” said Brutus, completely shocked. She snuggled close in his fur. He glanced over glare at Ven who only shrugged helplessly. “What are you doing here, mother? I had not expected you to visit.”

            “Shush now! I only came because you never sent me a letter back. Oh dear! What happened to you?!” She gasped, hooves pressed to her mouth as she took a step back to take in her son’s appearance. She was horrified by the broken horn and scar over his eye. With a trembling hoof, she ran it over the broken horn, tears in her eyes. “My poor son… What happened…?,” she murmured as she moved to skim the light scar. “What would your father say if he sa-,”

            “MOTHER!” Brutus thundered, his expression livid.

            She flinched, her ears drooped as she cowered, biting her lip. Even Ven flinched somewhat at his booming voice. He never heard Brutus become this loud before. 

            Brutus reined in his anger as he tried to dispel the turbulent thoughts in his minds, his forehead wrinkled. He shut his eyes as he exhaled deeply. “I apologize. I snapped when I really should not have. It was rude of me. I should have kept in contact like I promise and for that I also apologize for.”

            Adabel began to fret as she looked down, rubbing her hooves together. “Oh no dear! I came here unannounced. I just needed to check on you. Motherly instincts die hard.” She gave a weak chuckle.  She perked up, ears erect. “Are you still in the Royal Guard?”

            He gave a slow shake of the head, his expression solemn. “No. I am in the Hunter Guild now.” It pained him to disappoint his mother.

            Her ears drooped again, eyes worried. “Was it because of the…injuries? I hope they did not pick on you because of them.” Ven gritted his teeth at her words and he turned away.

            Brutus noticed but said nothing, his attention on his mother. “No. I left for my own reasons. No one picked on me or anything of the sort. It was my decision to leave,” he stated, emphasizing the latter.

            “I see…,” she murmured under her breath. She made a discrete glance toward Ven, noting his sudden tense posture.  She lightened up, tail wagging slightly. “Dear. Do you know this Weavile?”

            “I do in fact. He is my partner.”

            Ven hid his surprise when Brutus uttered those words. Ven expected Brutus to claim no relations to him for the sake of appearance. 

            She assessed the Weavile, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “A partner?! He was so rude to me before! I don’t think he’s a suitable partner for you, dearie!”

            That much he believed was true but due to his deal. “I chose him as a partner. I hope through my endeavor that my personality will rub off on his unsatisfactory character.”

            Ven gave him sharp look. As if that will ever happen, he thought. 

            Adabel seemed pleased by his word as she beamed with pride and smiled widely. “You’re such a role model. I’m sure you can whip him into shape in no time! Dearie. I want to show you to my new Parlor!” She saw the duo faces’ wrinkle with something akin to fear. “Don’t worry! Your little friend can join us as well!” She chimed, already trotting ahead towards the city.

            The duo stared at each other in silence before switching their gaze to the eccentric cow.

            “So your mom…” Ven started, breaking the awkward silence.

            “What about her?” Brutus growled, daring him to utter nasty words.

            Ven gave a shrug. “She’s rather chirpy… and touchy… It’s gross.” He couldn’t come up with something witty to say for once. Adabel was in a whole different class.

            Brutus sighed. “Yes. She is. I would not have her any other way however,” he murmured with a light smile.

            “So sweet. Baby boy,” Ven whispered with a saucy grin. His words earned him a slap on the back of his head but it was worth it.

           


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            Ven slowly came to an area sounded by haunting mist. Where am I…? He appeared to be floating on nothingness, unable to move. He was lethargic, his eyes scarcely moving only to see endless mist. Am I within the fog…? It explained the strange sensation he felt, as well as the spasms of pain. He could see a hefty amount of wounds and a crimson strain that coated his body. Oddly, he felt peaceful with the acceptance of his fate. That’s right… I was beaten to death… I must be dead. He never had thoughts of the afterlife while living. His thoughts were always present on how he was going to eat for the next day or week. Never was time to think about death. Now that he was here, he immediately wanted to descend to the world below.

            Fighting the heavy lethargy that threatened to consume his existence, he struggled as he raised a claw to point upward at the sky. He winced at the pain he felt from the simple motion yet he ignored it, his arm tumbling. I can’t even do a simple motion like this… How pathetic. Oh how the strong has fallen. If only he had noticed the signs earlier. It could have all been avoided. He would have never been floating on this endless plane of mist.

                A burst of light shone before him causing him to shield his eyes from its intensity. Slowly, the brightness lowered allowing him to see. A small orb fluttered around him, assessing him.

            Oh lookie what we have here… A poor Sneasel floating on the mist express to nowhere, a feminine voice sang through his mind.

            Telepathy? He assumed he was immune to all thoughts related to psychic abilities because he was a dark type. Apparently that was not true. He noted for the future to somehow to develop mental shields for this but he focused on the strange light that hovered before him. Who the hell are you?

            Rude. The light danced around him in angered fashion. Is this how you treat your savior? It gave a delicate snort. I no longer want to save you now. Ta-ta! The light floated away from him, vanishing into the mist.

            Wait!! Using the last of his strength, he leapt after the precious light only to collapse, face forward, on the ground once. A pool of crimson started to form where he lay as his vision began to fade. He cursed himself for moving prematurely.

            The light appeared once more from above to hover over his fallen form. It gave ‘Tch’ at his rash action. Not quite smart are you? You’re losing a lot of blood as well… the voice mused.

            Shut up… Even his mental voice began to sound as weak as he felt. He didn’t have much time. He took another tactic to get what he wanted. He lifted his head to deliver a smirk. I bet you can’t even save me. All talk and no- He began to cough violently, a splatter of crimson erupted from his mouth. He stared with horror at the mess. His time was indeed getting shorter.

            I wouldn’t say that if I was you. All you have to say is magic word.

            The magic word? What was it babbling all about? He had no idea what it was talking about and it showed on his face.

            What? You never heard of the word ‘please’!? It sounded dramatic even floating down to his level, moving rapidly with feign drama. You really are a primitive feral. Just say the word and I may save you.

            The voice was beginning to grate his nerves but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity for a second life. Please…, his voice pained.

             Very well! Suddenly the light grew bright and large, enveloping him. He felt the warmth blossom all over, his strength returning. The mist seemed to dissipate, fearing the light’s touch. As his consciousness began to fade, he could have sworn he heard the words; I look forward to our partnership!

            Ven jostled awake with a pant, sweat coating his fur. Slightly disgusted, he wiped away, readjusting to his surroundings. He was indeed at home. No longer in a misty plane with pestering light to annoy him. Was it a dream or did it really happen…? The pain couldn’t be faked yet in the dream he was a Sneasel, not the Weavile he is now. So a memory? He clutched his head as an intense headache spawned from pondering too much.

            Dammit… He glanced at the window, seeing the sun was rising. He had slept through the night. Something he never does. He dreaded idly doing nothing through the day now as he placed on his cloak to exit out his room. His claw on the knob, he cracked it open-

            “SURPRISE!!!”  Several voices exclaimed. Brutus, Anna and Rowen were at the door with big cheery expressions, holding something in their grasps.

            “UGH!” He jerked backward nearly slamming the door in their faces. His feathery scuff and hackles on his neck rose with alarm and anger as he hissed at them. He should have known Brutus would use the runts for a stunt like this. He preened down his fur before facing them, menace gleaming in his eyes. “What the hell was that for!?

            Anna grew discouraged by his harsh tone, wanting to vanish from sight. Rowen gave a defiant look to Ven, holding his sister closely, “Ya jerk! And all we wanna say is Happy Birhday!”

            Birthday…? He finally recognized what they had in their grasp. A birthday cake. He had no idea what to do with it. He saw a few on occasion bur he would have never thought to receive one. He couldn’t help but to feel… happy. He coughed in his claw, turning away before they could see the happy gleam in his eyes. He had an image to maintain. “Just set it down on the desk,” he replied as he gestured towards it beside the door.

            Rowen muttered something about not being ‘appreciated’ before setting the cake down, leaving out with his sister. Only one who remained was Brutus who was waiting expectantly.

            “What is it?” Ven growled under his breath.

            “A memory?” Brutus could easily tell something was off with the Weavile he knew. He glanced down at the bed, freshly torn anew from the Weavile’s claws. He knew Ven was never restless in his slumber unless he was disturbed by something.

            Ven said nothing, annoyed by how perceptive the bull can be at times. Brutus came over to place a hoof on his shoulder. At times, the Weavile forgot how big he was, never able to stand being this close. He had to crane to see him.

            “Just enjoy that cake. I did not waste good money for you not to enjoy.” He gave a smile, a true smile, one Ven had not seen in ages.

            Again, the hackles rose as he shoved Brutus off to focus on the window. “Yeah yeah. Just get out of here.” Why were they showing him special treatment? He was nothing but a jerk the entire time. Is this what people do on birthdays? To go out their way and show kindness? When Brutus left him alone, he quietly shut the door to stare at the cake. It was simple small circular white cake with his name on it. The red candle on top was lit a flame, hardly moving. There was even a crude drawing of him on it. It was for him after all. Something he knew he did not deserve. With caution, he skimmed the icing with a claw to stare at intensely.

                         

            I hope this isn’t some damn prank… He gave a lick, closing his eyes to savor the taste. It was sweet, something he hardly had a taste. Yet somehow when he opened his eyes, it tasted bitter and sweet at the same time. 

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7Demented Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Why hello :3
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NekoNay Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
I has been FOUND :3 ELLO 
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7Demented Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
:3 friennnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.
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NekoNay Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
ELLO FREUND! I hope you enjoy my boring writing and page and what not 8) 
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Superdemon-Inuyasha Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the fav! X3 :hug: :glomp:
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hey thanks again for the fav! i really REALLY appreciate it!!~ :happybounce:
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NickiiMarie Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014  Hobbyist
Thank you for the favorite~ ;u;
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Not-Even-The-Turtle Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2014  Student General Artist
Can I use Row in cameos for this festival thing? If he's going with his sister I'd like to draw her too... And Ven.... And everyone........ :)
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NekoNay Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I heard the entire crew being used. INTEREST IS PIQUED. You can definitely use those guys <3 if you need some images or clear definition on description feel free to ask. (And I will get to the rp I'm just dumb and forgetful qq) Yus Annie will come with Row. This is a first time for her so she must go 8)
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Not-Even-The-Turtle Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2014  Student General Artist
:D Yey! I'm planning on having several strips with multiple cameos.

Also I want to start a campfire storytelling circle, but I have to write out the details in a journal and submit it to the group. Basically, I want a giant Collab, where everyone writes their own piece and baton passes to the next person. :)

 
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