Post by Broadwaykat on Jul 18, 2010 12:42:21 GMT -5
"Okay - Ready, Set...."
It had been a day to remember, even though the 21-year-old Channing had had more good days than she could ever hope of counting. It wasn't every day that you made friends with your first pokemon - not a family pet or livestock, but one that is all yours - but one that was all yours. And althought this day had come pretty late in Channing's life...she was thoroughly enjoying it.
"GO!" She called, and immediately started giggling insistantly, as she darted forward. It didn't do her much good, however, as she felt a gust of wind pass her by, and a blurr of brown and cream as a pokemon passed her buy. It cantered ahead in it's early lead, and only slowed until it passed the large birch tree that they had chosen as the official finish line. As Channing skidded behind him several seconds later, huffing and puffing and red in the face, the pokemon - the long-legged, graceful deer-type known as a Stantler - stretched out it's long neck and nuzzle her stomache.
"I don't think anyone's going to contend who one that one." Channing's Daemon had learned early in their play-races, that he didn't want any part of keep up. It was late in the day - he didn't really want to fly, and keeping ahold of either Channing's shirt or the Stantler's antlers while they ran full tilt were next to impossible. Which is why he had set himself up in the aformentioned tree and scored their multiple running matches.
"Prancer; 17 Channing; Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero -"
"- Okay, okay, I get it." Channing huffed, though clearly not angry about being shown up several times. She slid to the ground resting her back against the tree. "You win, Prancer, I give up."
The Stantler - dubbed Prancer by the young woman, smiled - but he wasn't really one to celebrate a win. He was happy to be just out in the big wide world, with other good friends. He took advantage of the break in their games, and took a stroll around the clearing they had stopped in for the day to settle a few things. Channing had been tired from the constant travel, and now, with her first pokemon by her side, and some mindless fun out of the way, was ready to just enjoy the greeness of the trees and the good break. Prancer took advantage of it in a different way, nibbling at the long stems of grass.
"Should we stay here for the night?" Wilhelm had fluttered closer, roosting comfortably on the lowest branch of the tree. Channing didn't need to crane her neck that much to find him.
"Well, a lodge or hotel or something would be a little more comfortable..." Channing mused. "But, then again...we're trying to have some new experiences, like sleeping out under the stars. And if we can stay here - we can still see the road, and Prancer seems to like it." At the mention of his name, the Stantler looked up from his grazing, realized they were only talking about him, and returned to munching.
"And even if Prancer's really nice...I'm not sure any hotel owners would like him wandering around their place." Wilhelm added. "Those antlers could be dangerous in an enclosed place - worse than a Tauros in a china shop."
"Out here it is, then." Channing didn't want to put their new friend back in it's pokeball just yet. It was so small...it couldn't be comfortable. And Prancer was so happy and nice as it was.
It had been a day to remember, even though the 21-year-old Channing had had more good days than she could ever hope of counting. It wasn't every day that you made friends with your first pokemon - not a family pet or livestock, but one that is all yours - but one that was all yours. And althought this day had come pretty late in Channing's life...she was thoroughly enjoying it.
"GO!" She called, and immediately started giggling insistantly, as she darted forward. It didn't do her much good, however, as she felt a gust of wind pass her by, and a blurr of brown and cream as a pokemon passed her buy. It cantered ahead in it's early lead, and only slowed until it passed the large birch tree that they had chosen as the official finish line. As Channing skidded behind him several seconds later, huffing and puffing and red in the face, the pokemon - the long-legged, graceful deer-type known as a Stantler - stretched out it's long neck and nuzzle her stomache.
"I don't think anyone's going to contend who one that one." Channing's Daemon had learned early in their play-races, that he didn't want any part of keep up. It was late in the day - he didn't really want to fly, and keeping ahold of either Channing's shirt or the Stantler's antlers while they ran full tilt were next to impossible. Which is why he had set himself up in the aformentioned tree and scored their multiple running matches.
"Prancer; 17 Channing; Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero -"
"- Okay, okay, I get it." Channing huffed, though clearly not angry about being shown up several times. She slid to the ground resting her back against the tree. "You win, Prancer, I give up."
The Stantler - dubbed Prancer by the young woman, smiled - but he wasn't really one to celebrate a win. He was happy to be just out in the big wide world, with other good friends. He took advantage of the break in their games, and took a stroll around the clearing they had stopped in for the day to settle a few things. Channing had been tired from the constant travel, and now, with her first pokemon by her side, and some mindless fun out of the way, was ready to just enjoy the greeness of the trees and the good break. Prancer took advantage of it in a different way, nibbling at the long stems of grass.
"Should we stay here for the night?" Wilhelm had fluttered closer, roosting comfortably on the lowest branch of the tree. Channing didn't need to crane her neck that much to find him.
"Well, a lodge or hotel or something would be a little more comfortable..." Channing mused. "But, then again...we're trying to have some new experiences, like sleeping out under the stars. And if we can stay here - we can still see the road, and Prancer seems to like it." At the mention of his name, the Stantler looked up from his grazing, realized they were only talking about him, and returned to munching.
"And even if Prancer's really nice...I'm not sure any hotel owners would like him wandering around their place." Wilhelm added. "Those antlers could be dangerous in an enclosed place - worse than a Tauros in a china shop."
"Out here it is, then." Channing didn't want to put their new friend back in it's pokeball just yet. It was so small...it couldn't be comfortable. And Prancer was so happy and nice as it was.