Frozen Shadows [MOD]

[Kouhei Makoto]

Dominated by all you hated In all honesty... this wasn't his first choice - coming to the island to explore. Actually... it was kind of his last. Kou would have been all in for a lazy day in bed, sleeping the hours away in the warmth of the blankets. Instead, a little after waking and eating, he had found himself shoo'ed out of the house (even though there was a kiss before he was showed to the door) with the promise that he'd enjoy what he came back to - and in turn, found himself on this island to spend a day looking around. Least to say... the fact that it was getting colder by the hour and snow was falling, the landscape of the island already painted white with the revolting frozen substance - had Kou quite in a terrible mood. And it was obvious that the Fennekin at his side wasn't too thrilled with it either, sniffing at the snow around his paws before huffing and spewing an ember, the snow before him turning to a puddle under the tiny flames - subject to freeze once more. Looking down to the yellow fox, recieving a glance back, Kou flashed an apologetic smile before it faded as he pulled his jacket a little tigher around him with a small strand of curses under his breath. "C'mon... there's only one way to go from here, for now." Walking forward, hearing the tiny pawfalls of his partner beside him, the raven haired boy kept his focus ahead of them, his body and mind on high alert. He was wary when exploring areas, new or old - the fact that he barely trusted anyone, or anything for that matter, playing a part in that. Not to mention, besides his pokemon... he was out here alone. Since he had come to the island with Cecil and his family, the times where he found himself alone were few in number. The fact that he had his pokemon with him was a slight comfort, but that wouldn't change the fact that he felt himself becoming more and more aware with each step he took - eyes scanning the area. It was, more or less, quiet - which was something he appreciated. There was nothing wrong with a bit of peace, despite his trickster tendencies. And while he knew that he'd be finding himself and his pokemon more than a few fights in this area, the fresh air did feel nice... he supposed that was one thing to be thankful for, even if the temperature made him testy. Maybe he could wear some of that edgy, anxious feeling off - yes, he'd keep that thought in mind to raise his spirits a bit. This will make you ultranumb

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[♠ Kuroya ♥]

A HOLIDAY POKEMON HAS APPEARED!

VOLTORB ELECTRIC GENDERLESS SOUNDPROOF LEVEL 12 CHARGE TACKLE SONIC BOOM EERIE IMPULSE SPARK -- -- --

The Voltorb did not like moving. Moving was not fun. And why was it not fun, you might ask? Well, there was a very simple answer to that complex question: Moving anywhere as a Voltorb meant that you had to roll, and unfortunately for many Voltorb, motion sickness tended to hit the species as a whole pretty hard. Had you ever seen a Voltorb being physically ill? No? Well, it wasn't a pretty picture. They had a hard time being able to keep themselves clean, and then usually they had to roll through their own sick, which risked a repeat performance, or stay near enough to smell it, which would usually prompt another round. In short, it was a lose-lose situation, and that was why most of them would just sit on the ground quietly. Of course, then the humans started picking them up, and they'd had to resort to blowing themselves up to try to teach the humans a lesson. Being picked up and carried was one of the few things worse than rolling around everywhere. Of course, this particular Voltorb had experienced the misfortune of finding one of the few things that was more miserable than rolling or being picked up, and that was being kicked. A Sawsbuck had come up behind it and given him one good swift kick, sending it shooting through the air with a loud cry of anger following in its wake. It was spinning around in the air and there was nothing underneath it, and any glance in a direction was enough to make it nauseous. Finally, nature took pity on it and sent it spiraling down, landing right in front of a human and a Fennekin, though it made a massive crater in the snow from the impact. Huffing, it tried to right itself again, swirling around in the snow haphazardly, making angry noises and sparking a little. Today had been a bad day and it had every intent on taking its temper out on the two who had been there when it landed and that was that!