of thunder.

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Striking Pools | By Galen Burow | Clearwater Beach, Florida

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-DAY 24: Favorite Gen 4 Pokemon-

Hell yeah Luxray

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          " surprise, bitch           bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. “

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                              Lo, be it the youth that                           gallivants through her forest.

           But it bothers her none, for she has seen all            of personas alike fumble through listlessly.            So let it be that she withholds her positioning            midst a branch in partial slumber. 

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          Footsteps are accounted for, oculi bathed in           the likeness of gold and enswathed by crimson           bind bear into the distance.

                             Expectancy holds her like a veil. 

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Intuition had proven to be correct. Leaves seemed to shake from the movement of whatever creature hid behind it; whatever possessed such bright golden hues that stared him down from what had been deemed a safe distance. Instinctively, appendages twitched, almost tempted to reach for a pokeball at his belt— But he knows better in the end to do something so foolish.

Sable fur that seemed to glisten was soon revealed from where it was previously hidden, vivid golden pools meeting his own as the pokemon revealed itself to him.

                 Proud. That was all he could think from watching.                    It was more than aware of its place and power.

Hands lifted, palms open as if to express he meant no harm. Pokemon like this, he knew, would not harm him if he refrained from doing the same. A notable presence here, no doubt; one couldn’t easily ignore such a presence and would much rather react as he did. “I take it this place is your terrain.”

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                               Indignation lacks midst this moment.

          There is a respect unlike any other that has breathed,           that has been given life to the now of meeting. Thus           leading to the extension of one's own respect. Though           she be proud, though she be aware of what lies within           her by means of prowess, she dare not let it bubble           forth in unnecessary boil. There is innocence merged           with respect from a youth now upholding positioning           before her. Even going as far as offering up a gesture           of peace. So let it be that a tail, graced by a golden peak,           flicks once in acknowledgement to the other's gesture.

                            As if those powerful eyes didn't hold such as it were.

          Ever so even when the flick of reflexive motion through           opposing digits is given. One that she knows well, one           that births a readiness. Or rather, rekindles that readiness.           For decades, she has roamed this forest and dealt with           the attempts of capture. All of which were shattered pipe           dreams all in the end. All in vain.

                      So let it be that inquisitiveness is                    met with a dip of mane graced crown.

                                           This is her home. 

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continuation of ask. 

          There is a sense of warmth and divine will that           lingers within he who strums digits through a           mane dark as night. Lucid oculi, golden           resplendence bound by crimson's intimidation,           have found close. Even a nudge is given into the           leathern bound appendage that so listlessly           offers up affection to a queen of the terrain they           withheld placement midst.

                      Large, padded paws stretch forth while                                            kneading at the grass.

             How.. uncharacteristic of this nameless beast.

                  A small mumble of content. "Lux.."

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"H-hu—?!"

{/The sound of buzzing was heard, and it was so loud. So fast paced that the small vole didn’t really think twice before dropping to all fours and scampering away as fast as she could. It sounded like one of those things that the humans have, and then a worse sound. Like thousands and thousands of leaves all being crunched and crunched again. The four month old had naught any inkling as to who they were, or what was going on really.

Either way, the vole was training, working on being more human like. It was supposed to be safer, her brother lied. It wasn’t safe here, and now she was terrified. Four months was too soon to die, and she knew it. It was a shame her little body did too.

                                                      “Squea!”

Her heart rate was beyond the normal pace, and she wasn’t speaking as human anymore, but rather in large chittering noises, soon turning into distressed squeaking. The buzzing was gone, and the constant crunching was too. 

But that thing…the black thing was still here. Fangs, claws, a creature of a predatory nature. And she, of the prey, of the game, did what she did best. Hiding. The shrubs nearby was enough, a little quick dirt bath to mask her scent, and then sitting as still as possible, sleeve covered hands clasped tight over her mouth.}

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                                  Surprising?                                          Not in the slightest.

          A queen of this terrain, prowess unbridled in           any form, could tear apart the sense of any           who crossed within these woods. But intentions           were pure, thus leading to the mere connection           of oculi to escaping frame. Postural correction           is granted throughout powerful physique, pads           easing their tightness of stance along the compacted           earthen splendor beneath her. Eyes so bold begin           to gleam, brow arches now furrowing in focus through           the shrubbery that withheld the youthful other in           sheltered actuality. But it goes without saying that           fear has wracked her, seized her hand and yanked           her into an abyss of nothingness that is intimidation           and blissful ignorance.

                             Oh, to be young and carefree of                                   what is and what isn't.

                            The years have kept her here,                  death could not hold her and so here she stands.

          The queen of verdant plushness as far as the eye           can see. Even now as a child intrudes and infiltrates           the sanctity of silence, save for the shivering of leaves           that are kissed by the breeze rolling through so listlessly.

          All is peaceful, all is calm. A serenity only she knows,           for the years have blessed her so. So let it be that           reassurance to the youth's safety be granted. Footwork           carries her onward by wayward whim, back to the           depths of the forest where she may partake in further.. patrols.

                   A small breath is released in her exit.                                        "Lux."                                     So young.

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                 ❝     One of the most beautiful qualities of friendship                                   is to understand —— and to be understood.    ❞

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         "If you ride like lightning, you're gonna crash like thunder. "                                Independent Luxray (nameless).                              Semi-Selective Pokemon RP Blog

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                                    "--Lux!"                                            Watch out!

          Instinctual forwardness is enforced unto bodily           mobility. Pads of paws rap agaisnt the compacted           earth beneath her while footwork carries her forthright.           A jaw unhinges, the crackling of electricity merging           forth into a compilation of sparks that are directed           forth within a moment's passing. The Beedrill; a typical           troublemaker in the midst of travelling trainers or of           the mundane alike. But of course, intentions were not           to incapacitate the insect type. Nay----only to scare this           particular pokemon away from the harmless innocence           that strode wayward.

                           Eyes direct themselves unto petite youth.

                          Silence.                 Perhaps golden hues offered up warning to                 tread lightly and more carefully.

                        Like a motherly queen. 

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Chestnut hues so previously occupied on the path before him did flicker off to the side of him in the direction of some of the shrubbery that divided that which humans walked upon to where pokemon lived so freely. The champion was not one to pay attention in such places— but glistening auric noticed from within the almost overbearing verdurous color mother nature gave to the land.

Curiosity had him; so much to where he had stopped and bent down out of curiosity.

"Is that a pokemon—?

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          A breath hinges for but a moment, contemplative           registry wading over golden oculi for a moment's           entirety. That is until postural correction is given           to reality, forcing apart the bowed crouch of observation.           A mane of black and ears of amarillo breach the           verdant shrubbery, eyes following shortly thereafter.

                      Therein this moment's lapse do the eyes                       of this unnamed Luxray find chestnut counterpart.                       There is a detachment at first, followed by                       acknowledgement and expectancy.

                                            A queen of this terrain.

                             "Lux.."              Soft, yet experienced and proud.                      Feminine, yet stern. 

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