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“Lady” / Dessin rapide / Speed drawing

Fable contemporaine en cours de réalisation, inspiré de “La Belle et le Clochard”.

Contemporary fable in process, inspired by “Lady and the Tramp”.

To See Beyond Sight: Accepting

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.| No longer accepting!

@fablekyn​ asked: ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ( --Zacian !! )

VIOLETS NARROW, CAUTIOUS TREAD SLOWING FURTHER as the blond attempts to discern his surroundings. Yet it’s to no avail. Bede can hardly see his own feet within the sudden and dense onset of mist that enshrouded him with every further step into the Slumbering Weald. It was...not so different to Glimwood tangle in the air of mysticality about, perhaps why he wasn’t unnerved so much as inconvenienced by a lack of sight. Though he has one thing to ground him in the moment--the ribbon-like feeler of his Sylveon by his side--the reason he had ventured here in the first place. 

“Of all times for you to get curious...” Bede murmurs, passing a glance to his side.”I’ve still not delivered the package on behalf of Miss Opal, either.” The fairy type by his side chirps, completely unphased by his bewilderment and only urges him to keep walking. What was formerly a simple errand tasked by his guardian--travel to Postwick to deliver a package to the newly crowned Champion, had quickly become a sudden excursion. He was quite literally tugged away from his objective by his teammate’s persistence. If he hadn’t gave in and followed, he was sure she’d be lost deeply in the wooded area. And now he’s lost with her. What has he gotten himself into?

“You still haven’t shown me what you’ve pulled me here for.” And yet they keep walking, the fog getting thicker by the moment--and maybe he’s hallucinating, but...there’s a large shadow? A darker spot behind the blankets of grey enveloping he and his companion. Despite his original purpose still on his mind, he cannot deny his own curiosity--perhaps his Sylveon rubbing off on him. 

It is when he hears a voice--a single question, that he and his companion both halt immediately. An inquiry that is right to the point--perhaps a person, but perhaps not. Bede doesn’t know considering his limited vision, aside from the large shadow before him. 

⊱ ┉ {  @fablekyn​ sent:  } ┉ ⊰

" You've come back . " A day, or perhaps two since the last and indeed, she comes astride the coastline of the atoll, all pleasant smiles with a fire in her eyes . The sense of calm that her water - type companions oft give is not there, more akin to a raging wave; battling then ? Perhaps the six - pack of brightly colored cans she holds in one hand is some clue ? " What have you there, girl ? " ( - Latios !! )

“Iiiiiiit’s SODA POPPPP!” The little girl’s enthusiastic proclamation is as loud as the joyful giggle that follows after it. A burst of laughter briefly disrupts the unwavering pride that had her chest puffed out and her cheeks nearly hiding her eyes if her smile spread any further. Nessa knew better than to raise the volume of her voice—if she were too loud, there was a chance someone would spot Latios and try to catch him. But she couldn’t help it this time. He disappeared so often and so long sometimes that, with all of her heart, Nessa hoped just this once she would find him here so she could share her success in winning her long sought prize. For many nights even she had wished on every Staryu she could see for her wish to come true!

“It’s the prize you get when you beat everyone at that place I was telling you about! The Seashore House. Everyone there was super strong but not strong enough for me and my team!” Nessa beamed so brightly, the sun shining in the clear skies above them held no contest to her glow. She held her trophy high for her Psychic friend to see. Six fine cans of soda shimmered in the sunlight. “I battled everyone and won! They even took our picture together and put it on the wall. Me and Krabby and Wingull and Clauncher! Since, y’know Bandit can’t really compete in real Pokemon battles. Just the jumping contests. Everyone wants to battle us now. Oh—!” She gasped suddenly. “My new Pokemon! I forgot you haven’t met any of them yet! They’re water types and cool just like you! You’ll love them! Krabby and Clauncher pick on each other sometimes, but I know they’d love you too! ” She attempts to reach for one of her Pokeballs but quickly catches herself from falling forward. Bare heels dig into the warmth of shore’s sand before she regains her balance with a bounce on her toes. Finally, needing a moment to take a breath, she decides to hug the cans close swaying them back and forth in her arms. In all of this, her eyes not once deviate from the ruby ones of Latios. Perhaps there is a quiet fear that if she gazes elsewhere, her dear friend will disappear again just as fast...

“I’m so happy that you’re here. I thought I was gonna have to wait until forever again to tell you everything!”

“Positively rancid, Alcremie dear?”

“Maybe,” he admits. “But they haven’t killed me yet have they? And who else is going to do anything to stop them besides me?”

His last raid into a Rocket Base had been ultimately a success, but the grunts had been braver in this one than most. One after losing a battle poorly tried to go for his throat, only to get smacked aside by Quake. They did manage to get a swipe in however, leaving a thin line of a scar on his cheek.