eresnorim
"No, I'm not seeking to capture Suicune. Only earn its respect. And what was this about 'liberation'?"
seen from Japan
seen from Brazil
seen from Pakistan
seen from China
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from Belgium

seen from Japan

seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Russia
seen from Argentina

seen from United States
seen from Indonesia

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Netherlands

seen from France
eresnorim
"No, I'm not seeking to capture Suicune. Only earn its respect. And what was this about 'liberation'?"

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
✖✖✖
Send “✖” If you think that I’m playing my character properly
b R U H
"Hey, have you seen a big, blue and purple Pokemon around here? Its been on the move and I have been trying to catch it for years. You know Suicune, right? The biiig water-type legendary Pokemon?"
irving is ur best grunt y/y
Send me UNPOPULAR opinions and I’ll rate them like this:
strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree
✔✔
Send me a “✔” if i’m one of your favorite blogs

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
✔✔
Send me a “✔” if i’m one of your favorite blogs
*throws one back at u tbh*
eresnorim
"Any idea where Sahara went....?" The Liepard beside her shook his head, as unsure as she was. A sigh escaped Eileen as she scratched the back of her head, keeping an eye out for her other Pokemon. Blue eyes scanned around, turning a corner and-- oh, there she was. Munching on another grunt's uniform. Oops.
"S-Sahara--! Return!" A red beam of light came from the Pokeball, surrounding the Krokorok until it was back in the ball. "Sorry 'bout that. She doesn't like listening to me."
░░▒▒▓█ ▌☼☀ ۞ ☀☼ ;;
Here they are, both character's optics fixating upon the alternative's with a brief absence of sound materializing between them --- something, of which, the desert rose assuredly a b h or s. Perhaps this very reason is what urges her to spill out aimless letters, that when perceived with ears, only forms into a sentence of utter { offense };
≺❝’ Your attire is { ridiculous }. ‘❞≻