#bashfulblaze

Hey. Hope you've been well, your days productive, and all that other jazz.

Oh hey there. We’ve talked once before, right?

Hey there, doll.

Oh .. Hello. 

-------------------------------------------------As Zal enjoyed the evening air, she walked slowly down a darkened path. She always enjoyed this dusky evening time, day on the verge of night, which tended to be when most ghost pokemon would usually begin to become openly active. She has always liked to watch their ghostly fires and lights flickering in the dark of night. A few ghostly gijinkas were milling about, some in their feral forms. She spotted Landon a little ways off. Zal smiled, she'd grown rather attached to the young Litwick. She had always been drawn to Litwicks' light as a child and sometimes they would play with her in the darkness of her home. He was a rather sweet young man though, and she ejoyed the time she spent with him. As she watched him disappear down the darkening path, her ears twitched at a noise nearby. She leapt nimbly up into the tree overhead, concealing herself effortlessly with Illusion. Moments later, a rather vicious-looking Weavile skulked down the path. It was a rather large, very rough looking male, with scars from previous battles revealing this was a high level pokemon. Being a hunter herself, Zal easily recognized the predatory gleam in his eyes. The urge to hunt and kill, but those eyes were lacking hunger, no, this was a kill for sport. Zal's eyes narrowed in utter disgust. Then she her blood ran cold when she remembered. Many Dark types often loved to pick off weaker Ghost- or Psychic-types for prey, as they possessed the type advantage over such pokemon and so would mean easy pickings. She watched, following silently from above, her fear rising as her suspicions were true. That Weavile had Landon in its sights. He was obviously tailing him. He had probably singled Landon out since he was alone, and not overwhelmingly a much of a fighter. Speeding ahead to place herself between the two, she waited until Landon had exited a dark alley and rounded a corner. She dropped through the air, her white hair billowing behind her as her Illusion dissolved. Her eyes shone angrily in red and dark blue light, the energy she had been gathering about her this whole time condensing and focusing in a near-instant. That Weavile wasn't the only one to carefully consider type-advantages...  "What the fu--!!!"  The words barely escaped the Weavile's mouth before a acutely honed Focus Blast slammed into him with a sickening crunch, blasting the foul and now fainted creature into the woods. Zal straightened up, rolling her arms in their sockets. "Ugh, I'm a bit rusty..." she grumbled a bit stiffly. Then, briefly brushing a few stray Weavile feathers off of her, she headed out of the alleyway, hoping to catch up with Landon.  Wherever it was he was headed, she was going to make sure her friend got to his destination safely tonight.[[ Yeah... I interpreted 'watching over' as a kind of 'looking out for'... GOD my writing sucks /hides in corner of shame ]]