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 Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 5:07 pm
Faraon sat before a small pharmacy, letting out a wide yawn before letting his blind eyes scanned what little movement they could still pick up. His tail twitched as he sniffed a person walk by. They often shy away from him and it only made him smirk.
Persians had a reputation for being vicious when in a bad mood. Very little could calm them down, and Faraon was quiet a bit larger then the average of his species. He swiveled his ears around, listening closely through the open door. Left, third aisle. Hmmm, Adriel was taking his time. The feline rolled his eyes and just settled against the wall. Oh well, at least he had a sunny spot.
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 4:45 pm
Tartarus stretched out to her full length, her eyes squeezed shut as an enormous yawn erupted from her maw. The warm sunlight was making her drowsy, and, bored as she was, she considered curling up to resume her nap. But she'd already slept most of the day, and if she continued to do so, she'd be even more bored and awake at night. At least now, there would be others about.
With a huff, she shook the sleep from her legs and crawled out from under the bench where she had been staying, peering about for anything of interest. Her eyes soon caught sight of a looming cream creature lounging in front of a store. She didn't recognize his species, but she'd find out soon enough.
"What'cha doing?" she asked, sliding up beside him. The majority of her interactions since her capture had been with her trainer's Pokémon, and she'd long grown accustomed to simply conversing without the exchange of greetings or names.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 1:10 pm
" I would think that is obvious...." He turned his opaque eyes in the general direction of pokemon. His nose wrinkled with a sniff, telling him he was speaking with a canine, a female at that. His mind classified quickly through what species would qualified, and further more noted the undertone scent of metal on her. Too small for arcanine, heck, too intelligent for an arcanine, to big for a growlithe. Lacking the curving of horns for a houndoom, and too slim for a mightyena. He kept mentally going through other species before settling on Lucario. He heard they were pretty. He doubted they held a candle to ninetails. " But if you wish me to point out the obvious, I am sun bathing while a certain man takes his bloody time to do the shopping." He turned his head lightly to wards the shop. Ears twitched, nope, Adriel was STILL in the same aisle.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:30 pm
Tartarus smirked, not bothered at all by the stranger’s blunt attitude. Quite the opposite, actually: she was sure his straightforwardness was something she’d enjoy, especially when it seemed most of her problems seemed to stem from a lack of frankness. Without waiting for an invitation or even asking for one, she settled comfortably beside him, turning her muzzle curiously to see if she could spot the trainer he was referring to. However, she had never been particularly interested in humans and even now they all seemed the same to her. If one showed her companion any specific attention, it was not something she caught sight of, but then again, she hadn’t given the trainers inside anything more than a glance.
“These humans make the strangest of things,” she said, thinking of what she’d come across already since her capture: balls that could keep Pokémon like her bound to a belt, liquid medicine that instantly cured wounds, and even shoes that specifically allowed people to run.
“But the majority of them seem incapable of even simple tasks. Why stay with your boy now when you could leave?” The question was not accusatory or even disdainful, simply curious. Even now she wondered what kept her tied to her own trainer, and why she chose to return to her every night when Genesis allowed her to wander off so freely.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 2:43 pm
" I can hardly call a man that age a boy, little miss..." He chuckled under his breath, raising an brow slightly at her settling by him, but not bother by it. Warmth was always welcome. " I stay....I stay because he needs me." " I been with him almost my whole life....I am suppose to break such a bond?" He stretched out his front legs, flexing his claws. " He needs someone to swipe at him when he is having a nightmare, someone to send a little shock to his system when his heart starts to fail..." He licked his teeth. " Someone who will bury him when he dies, and I can hardly leave that up to that to Cooper. He is a fine pokemon, but he is quiet a bit of an idiot." " Besides..." Faraon grinned towards her, the white fur of his face shifting and hiding against the beige coat. " I am a bit too old to run off into the wilds. Food comes by easier with a human about."
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 6:23 pm
Tartarus smiled at the comfortable chatter and leaned against her companion as one might against a couch, the action less intimate than it was casual. Using his shoulder as a pillow, she looked again through the steel glass doors, his description making her curious. This time, she thought she could spot someone who held more than a passing interest in the Pokémon beside her.
“Age alone doesn’t make one a man,” she commented. Then, not yet realizing the Persian was blind, “Is he the one with the strange purple eyes and the scar on his left?”
Her eyes trained on the human, though her ears remained tilted towards the Persian, catching every word that left him. She marveled at the bond that seemed to exist between the pair, and how devoted her companion seemed to be towards his human. To watch over one another through nightmares and pain and death... if she had been with a trainer her entire life, would she have such a connection, too? Not all humans were good – that, she knew for certain – but to have had a friend to have grown up with, and to trust... She sighed. She was not old by far, but she was no pup, either. Was it too late for her?
“He still looks a boy to me... though I suppose appearance doesn’t really count, either,” she said with an amused chuckle. “But he must be a good man to have evoked such a fondness from you, and man I shall call him.”
She grinned up at him in return and her tail swayed easily behind her. Now that she knew of the Persian’s partiality for his trainer, she wouldn’t seriously suggest he leave, but she could still tease.
“You’ve got big teeth, mister; I’m sure you could survive if you wanted to.”
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