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The Grovyle Adventures Pt.1 Ch.1 (ft. Kestrel)
"Come on what's so bad about the outside?" I exclaim at my moody stubborn father.
"There are different pokemon who chose to prey on the type like yourself. It's not worth going outside and come home crying," he replies in a "I'm-incharge-forever" voice.
"I swear nothing bad will happen!" I shout with a rage of frustration. His yellow eyes turn cold as they squint. I stare right back with the same expression.
"Enough, go to room!" he says pointing skinny green arms to the hall. Full of rage, I storm off as if I never kneeded a Sceptile who wanted the best but kept chains with a lock and key to be my father. I need mother to come and save my tail. But of course, she's not and never is here.
This time, I'm done with him! I'm never gonna stand for this treatment again. As I step in, the soft green leaves welcome my little wood gecko feet. I enjoy brushing off a day of frustration by stepping in my room.
On my bed lays a small brush with a letter attached. I remove the letter and quickly sc
The Search for Paradise ch.9
Zoroark is slowly strolling behind us, slowly as if he was in a day dream. Ralts walks close but in front of him. Blaze just diagonal from me and Latios by my side. I don't know what to do or where to look, these gems are like needles in a maze of hay. Or we're five straws of hay waundering within a patch of needles.
"Should we look by air?" Latios asks to all of us, mainly me.
"Are you guys ok with that?" I ask the pokemon around me. I get a couple shrugs but they agree. Blaze and Ralts climb on my back, Zoroark on Latios and we both surge up wards to the clouds. Hopefully, if there's a gem of the sky, we can find it easily. Just when I could've kept my thoughts silent.
"Intruders!" A Skarmory screeches flapping its metalic wings and flying at us like a missel.
"DIVE!" I exclaim to Latios and we turn as fast as possible to avoid him.
"If you think you're getting the Sky Gem, well, you're in for it." he cackles and hisses with Air Slash and Meatal Wing. Stubborn not to listen and very
I'm AvianJackson: So, let me get this straight, your not human?
Kestrel: No... [looks like a teenage girl]
Kestrel: I'm Avian.
Jackson: *stops and turns around shocked* There's no such thing...
Kestrel: Yea there is. Where I come from, nearly everyone is part Avian or fully Avian.
Kestrel: Do I kneed to show you?
Jackson: *slowly nods:
Kestrel: Fine *transforms into a bird taller than him*
Jackson: Oh. My. God. H-how is that possible?
Kestrel: I'm not sure, but I'm real. *spreads wings*
Jackson: Simply amazing
The 73rd Hunger Games ch.10
I'm a baby bird, wounded and lost. I've lost a friend and a lover within two days. Both sacraficed themselves for me. What did they do? They're innocent kids trapped in a world of death. They've done nothing wrong! Why did this happen. All I know is, I'll kill Peter. The murderer of Jason. I follow his exact foot steps. I bet he can hear my heavy panting as I race agaisnt everything.
At last, I see his black hair kneeling by tree. He's carving something in a tree with the blade of his sword. What's he up to? Once he finishes, he bolts the other way, as fast as a scared bunny. He knows I'm trailing him. I tip toe over to the tree and look down at what he carved. What the hell?
Its a heart with the initials carved J + S with a line right through the middle. Oh, now I'll kill him. Might as well leave nothing left to find. My dagger pleads me to kill. I will. I sprint down his path. I need to cut him off. I curve my running into a line to go around and surprise ambush him.
It works. The ne
The Search for Paradise ch.8
I don't want to look. I just know that one of them is or juar dying of blood loss. I peer my head over the rocks, it's Flarewhip. Unbelievable, Blaze won. Blaze Won! He's badly wounded though. We have to go help him.
"Come on!" I say to Latios as we fly up to him. Help him to his feet. The Flame Sword, burried into Flarewhip's shoulder. Blaze is gripping the side of his stomach where he was sliced. Blood continues to seep through. He could die right here! Then the Flame Sword releases it's fire-red aura abd floats from the shoulder. Dripping blood, it floats in front of us, but mostly Blaze. It points its tip to his wound, and it transforms into a red scar.
"Oh my Arceus!" blurts Ralts.
"Ha! I don't feel anything!" Blaze laughs. Well, what a starting adventure, we have four "flockish" kind of members to help us. Blaze carries a fire weapon. Ralts carries some power not yet discover. Latios and I carry Legendary Eon moves. I have this feeling we'll have someone else with us too. Maybe t
Hunting Kyurem Season 2 Preview
How long has it been? Four, five, maybe six months by now.
You mean you don't know what I'm talking about?
You must be new to my flock
Yes, I have a flock
With a couple of leaders [co-leaders or whatever they prefer] but they persume me as the leader
What scares me is that I'm the only final evolved form in the flock
Not as scary to what I've done before those last couple months
My flock took flight to destroy [or seriously injure] a legendary pokemon
All to save a friend
Well a friend and a Zorua, with countless others maybe
That pokemon, stole my Ex-trainer and threatened to eat her
Kyurem... Crap! I shouldn't say that name
Why you might ask? There are two more forms of Kyurem
Possibly stronger. I hope not...
Our flock, our leaders:
Ducklett, [came to be a shock of who I thought he was and he follwed us]
Unfezzent, [Pursistant to find information when he wants it]
Mandibuzz, [Beautiful with a dark personality, she was the first pokemon to kiss me, I love her]
The Hunger Games-New Alliences ch.2
I enter the Justice Building, along with Glimmer and aour escort. We're separated into seperate rooms. We have a chance of saying goodbye to our familes. I'm not expecting anyone coming to come visit me. My little brother is dead, my mother is hooked on morphling, and my dad doesn't give a damn about anything. A Peacekeeper comes in,
"Marvel, there's a visitor for you," he says, strictly.
"Who?" I ask.
"Your father," he says. Well, this is a shocker. Since when did he want to become a parent.
"Fine, let him in." I accepting his invitation, on what condition.
"Hello, Marvel," he says, emotionless.
"What do you want?" I sigh. Please make this end already.
"You better go out and win, don't get distracted by anything. Don't let Glimmer be an annoying brat-" he begins. I hold my hand up.
"I might as well stop you right there! No! I won't be distracted by anyone, I don't need advice from a sudden appearing father. Get out!" I snap.
"I only want you to come home-" I cut
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