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[xreniksik]

[inspirehorizon]

Winter's Gentle Embrace

[rehsgalleries]

Henri van Seben

(1825 - 1913)

Her First Skate

Oil on canvas

30 1/2 x 37 1/2 inches

Signed and dated 1864

https://rehs.com/Henri_van_Seben_Her_First_Skate.html

[myheaven]

[consacro]

@frozenriver​ x

A shiver raced down the “rapidash”s spine as his ears picked up a sound that broke the gales. Before he could think, Hibiki’s body was moving on its own. His nimble form danced over fresh snow, surging through snow banks and leaving a silent rampage in his wake.

He was frantic, heart pounding.Nostrils flared as he tried to find the source, moving closer. He was closer, but not there yet -- but!

The smell of blood was stronger now. Even with the sheer “blank”ness of the snow, he could smell it now, a strong scent that awakened the predator in even the youngest hunter.

More importantly he recognized that sound. It was a sound he’d hope to never hear from that particular voice though.

Kawa --

He was already becoming chilled before hearing the call, now he was freezing, warmed only by the boiling blood pumping through his veins. He had to find him - he had to find him --

“Kawa!”

The horse bellowed, it was surreal hearing his voice echo, the only sound in the environment right now. Heavy breaths billowed from his muzzle as he stood. Ears lifted again as he found what he was looking for.

The muscles in his legs tensed as he kicked off against the snow, reaching the peak of a large hill and pausing as he peered onto the clearing below. His breath hitched as he felt his body run cold. There was no mistaking it now.

He descended from the hill, shifting to his human form by the time he reached the foot of the hill and running over, sliding to his knees before the other Suicune. Gingerly, Kawa’s head was picked up, pulled onto Hibiki’s lap as he cradled the other’s head.

“Kawa...no..”

[ex-rockxtgrunt]

@frozenriver

It was nice, to be back home. Vermilion hadn’t changed over the years, except for the whole ‘clean the beach’ movement and such, which had made the beach outside of his Grandparent’s home significantly more enjoyable.

They’d gone off to their timeshare in Alola, and he’d promised to watch their home while they were gone. He found himself, as he’d done when he was little, wandering the shore at night, looking for seashells and other knickknacks to give to his granparents when they returned.

That’s when he heard it; a heavy shifting of sand followed by a loud thump sound. He paused, before walking cautiously over a dune towards where he’d thought he’d heard the noise.

It could be a beached Pokemon that needed help, like a tentacool, or a magikarp! With no one at the beach this late, it was up to him to help!

[infxnatum]

@frozenriver​ started following you

“Oh, how interesting...another purifier, a rare sight these days. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one around.”

[sangmer]

      ﴾ ♚  @frozenriver​ sent:

              There seems to be a Suicune in the walk-in fridge, stealing all of the cheese and putting it on the stove. If only he knew how to work the thing...                      

        He catches the stranger red-         handed, quiet and observant         as he wander close, behind         the other as they attempt to         figure out the equipment.         “Mon Dieu...of all my years, I have         never seen ANYONE attempt to         mix in morbier, crottin, and neufchâtel         with comté, among others...could it         be that you are making...” he speaks         calmly, as if unphased by the attempt         being made by the stranger. But then—                      SMACK.         His hand connects with the back of         their head, HARD. If there was ONE         THING Siebold would absolutely         LOSE it over in the kitchen, it was          misuse of his precious CHEESES.         “As-tu idée de ce que tu es en train         putain de faire?! NON, tu n’as pas.         Obtiens un pot, barbare!! Et ce—”         He is quick to move and grab some         of these wheels. Displacing ALL of         the cheese, he couldn’t BELIEVE         someone would even try this form         of foolishness.         “Do not play chef in this kitchen,         the only thing you would be is         a waster of good ingredients,         since it is so obvious you have         not a single clue how to function         in a kitchen.”