#vos post

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And here we have a prime example of why Newt steers away from drawing Pokemon---]]

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of promises and screw ups { vos&whirl&dusk }

A familiar voice fell upon renewed ears. The world was a different place. He was taller now, stronger. His task however, remained as daunting as it ever was before. He still didn't know exactly what to do. But he'd made his decision. What was done was now done. He took a deep breath in, and moved towards the sound. It felt weird, walking. His body was so different. The thing that pleased him the most was the hands. He could retract the blades at will, and he would be able to hold things. He sighed, and stopped. He hadn't tried his voice out. It seemed...deeper. "Ah." So it was. A grin spread on his face as he pushed through some of the brush to come out in a small clearing. 

His hand rested on a tree before the small clearing. There was Dusk. And a bunch of his bugs. Vos watched for a moment, unnoticed. The moment Dusk noticed him, Vos spoke. "Hello Dusk." Vos had no idea what else to say, other than that simple greeting.

bugcatcherdusk

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his decision { story time }

A lone Pawniard sat on the front stoop to a house on Hibernal in Lumiose. He watched the people pass by, laughing and holding hands. It seemed only couples ever passed the house. Happy couples. With a little Pokemon following them, being happy with them. Every time they passed by, an image floated into the Pawniards mind. Whirl and Dusk, holding hands and laughing together, with the Pawniard walking right below the hands, in the middle of the two, smiling in his own little way. And then, moments later, the image would shatter. It would be two strangers and a random Pokemon and the Pawniard would be left to hug his legs to his little body, staring down at himself.

"Vos will fix it. Vos promises.”

"Vos... promises..." Vos repeated his words, closing his eyes, afraid tears might just spill over. He was just a lone little Pawniard. This was beyond his control. And yet... And yet... He promised. He made a promise. He had to fix it. He promised. He'd... What. What would he do? What could he do? Vos hated to face it, but he was just a Pawniard. This wasn't something he could control. All he could do he'd already done. Broke news to Dusk. And that news had hurt Dusk. Vos had... He had caused that. Not that Dusk hadn't already been hurting and didn't deserve the truth but... But...

Vos slammed a blade hand down on the stoop in sudden anger. What was he? Nothing. Nothing. He couldn't fix it. Not... Not like this. He wasn't strong enough. He just stayed as he was. It wasn't because he chose to. It was because he feared changing. He had stayed as he was out of his own fear. He'd told himself it was for Whirl, so he'd always be Whirl's little Vos. But that was a lie. A little white lie. A lie that Vos faced now, full on. Strength... was not far off. He just had to want it, to reach out for it. But a fear pulled him away, pulled him down to where he was now. He was just a Pawniard. 

Just another Pawniard. 

No. He wouldn't let himself be held back anymore. As scary as it was, it was his only shot at following through. If it was for something he felt strongly for, something he believed in then... Then.... Then he'd do it. He'd face fear dead on, and win. He looked up, watching couples pass by. That would be Whirl and Dusk. Of course, if he did what he was now planning... There wouldn't be room for a Bisharp to follow them around. He wouldn't fit in as well as he could now. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. He stood up and started to walk towards a familiar destination. A familiar route. He would make his choice then and there. He'd sacrifice his half of a happy dream for them.

There was always a price to pay.

Always.

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a little chat { Vos&Dusk }

A familiar face in the house sat on the kitchen counter, humming to himself. He wasn't one of the humans, but he was treated just the same. Probably because he could talk. And talk he would. Today he was going to clear something. He'd not gotten through to Whirl who brushed him off, but he gathered enough that he could talk to Dusk and ease the poor boy's worrying.

Breakfast had been left by Whirl. Pancakes. With a note. Saying he'd be gone. Of course. Vos sighed, swinging his little legs back and forth. He looked up when he heard someone coming down the stairs. He waited patiently for the sleepy boy to walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table and read the note. Vos watched as Dusk plopped a few pancakes onto his plate. The boy hadn't seemed to notice the Pawniard yet.

Vos slipped off the counter and walked over to the chair beside Dusk's. He pulled it out and hopped in it. "Vos thinks it is time to talk."

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(In crude, sloppy handwriting) ur wifi is broked

Whirl simply ripped the note into tiny little pieces and dropped the pieces into the toilet, flushing them down. Sticking something like that on the bathroom mirror... At least write correctly. Stupid... 

"Vos wonders if Whirl is okay?"

"Some idiot talking about the wifi. I think they got the wrong house."

"Why?"

"We've got a password on ours, and have never shared it."

"..oh. Vos wants to go back and bake more."

"So do I, Vos. So do I."