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 Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 8:28 pm
 POKEMONName: Una Gender: Female Pokemon: Vullaby Stage: Pokemon Player: Manu~Koa Artist: Mewmouse This journal belongs to Manu~Koa, please don't post without permission.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 8:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 9:19 pm
Update:
> Received Una - 4/2/2013
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 3:16 am
Requirements
2 Weeks Time
1 Journal Set Up
1 Decision on Gender
1 Solo RP
1 RP with another Pokemon [x]
1 Receiving a Star from Jirachi
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 3:18 am
Character Information
Una
Gender: Female
Weight: --
Height: --
Type: Vullaby
Nature: Timid
Likes: Her family, being read to, and music
Dislikes: Being away from her family for long periods of time, large groups makes her nervous, loud noises, and surprises
Personality: She's shy and a bit introverted, preferring to be on her own and away from others. She's very quiet and very sweet.
Random Tidbits: She's nearsighted
Current Moves:
Gust
Ability:
Overcoat - Protects her from getting hurt from bad weather
Known Family:
Ismire: Mommy~ <3
Friends Made:
None
Current Occupation:
--
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 3:19 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 3:21 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 3:23 am
The Motions of An Egg And A Day of Names 1010
The journey of life begins with a single motion of movement. In this case, the motion of movement was a wiggle. A poorly place egg, on the precipice of the world had the case of the wiggles. Cocooned in a case of skulls and bones, the egg fell to what would seem it's doom if not for a plotting Fearow. Egg caught in it's clutches, it flew away – Or at least tried. From it's shadowy perch high dove down the egg's angry mother, drilling her beak into the side of the Fearow mercilessly until it released baby to which the unfortunate happened once more – it fell. Out of mother and predator's reach, the egg fell down and down, miraculously it landed into the gentle flowing waters below.
The water carried it far from it's home, far from the world it would've known, drawing the egg to a world of ice and snow. It was pushed gently on to the bank to rest at the edge of Mount Mahina. Unbeknownst to the unhatched one, a Snover watched from a distance. She was timid and unsure what to make of the case of skulls. Instead of touching the strange object, she ran for help. Whistling in her shrill way, she summoned her lady to her.
It didn't take long before a bellow of cold air greeted the female snover as snow rained down from the heavens. The egg quivered in her hands as she greeted the lady of snow, Ismire. The child stood for a moment, examining the egg within it's skull casing as it quivered more and more. She brought it to an ear, listening careful as small peeping noises could be heard from within. “An egg... so far away from it's home.” she whispered, turning it over in her hands carefully. “And so close to hatching. Hm...” The child within her screamed to keep it. How much she'd love a pet or something to love and cuddle and raise? But the older, more knowledgeable her knew better than that. She was so far into thought that she hadn't realize the egg had all together stopped moving as fissures appeared throughout it. It was until the Snover tugged on her sleeve did she notice the small crack into the egg's world. Peering up at her through the crack was a small bird, coo'ing softly at first, but soon as she shell shed of the baby along with the top skull, the words became clearer. “Mama.” it cried, joyously, it's baby feathers ruffled as a cold breeze embraced it. “M-m-mama.”
Ismire feared she may have looked more mortified than she meant to look. The little one tilted her head and in a more questioning look asked once more in a near whisper, “Mama?” Sucking in deeply, Ismire pulled the baby Vullaby to her chest and snuggled her tightly there. The child within was over joyed as her aged self flailed about nervously within knowing the weight that she has now placed upon herself. The chick chirped happily, flailing her tiny wings about as she pressed her beak into the Articuno's chest. “Mama!”
“Yes, yes.” she cooed melodically. “Mama's here.” She felt a twinge of guilt in her heart for taking the place of this baby's actual mother, but the guilt was overcome by a overwhelming sense of love. She rocked the Vullaby in her arms, humming her egg song to this newborn, soothing the little one to sleep. She begun walking, gently motioning for the female Snover to follow her as she moves through the mountain pass. From time to time, she would look down at the young one who shivered from time to time. Breaking from the song long enough to ask her new charge a simple question, worry furrowing her brow. “Cold?”
“C-cold.”
“Are you alright?”
“Uh-huh”
“Good.” She smiled softly before continuing her song, rocking the Vullaby once more. By the time she reached her icy fortress, the babe was fast asleep. As the song ended, she called out to the Noctowl that hangs around the entrance of her home. “Ned come to me.” The flutter of wings followed by a deep voice greeting her gently.
“You called mi'lady?” He bowed his head, bending one wing in. His eyes lit up as she unfolded her arms slightly to reveal a sleeping Vullaby within her grasps. “Is that a – mi'lady, how did you come into possession of such a young Pokemon?”
“She thinks I'm her mother, Ned. I'm not sure what to do... please help me.” For some reason he was always the council she ran to when she was unsure and the kindly Noctowl has always been there to help her. Ever since he first arrived at her doorstep asking to be brought under her wing. He'd respected her as if she was royalty even though she was a child. He was almost like a father to her and that commanded great respects from her. Now he draped a wing over her shoulders as a way to soothe her fears.
“It'll be fine. I'll walking you through caring for a hatchling. I have done quite my share of egg-sitting in my younger days. One could only hope that my experience will come in handy to you.”
“I'm sure any guidance from you will put me at ease.”
“You flatter me, mi'lady. How may I help you this fine evening?”
“I want to know more about this little one's race, but for now, I need help finding a name for her.” She sat down on a small couch, cuddling the soft babe in her hands. “Can you help me?”
They stayed up for hours, thinking up names with the young Snover curled up by her side eventually falling into a deep slumber. She woke up to the loud gasp of her lady as Ismire bolted up right. “That's the name.” she breathed, gazing back down at the Vullaby. “That name. It's perfect.” Stroking the cheek of the little one, she whispered softly. “Your name will be Una.”
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