Post by Rin on Jul 12, 2010 21:43:25 GMT -5
[/color] He looked back at his Pokemon and dæmon, a little unsure. Scilde, his Cielo, had smelled the blood first and was looking around, sniffing delicately as she tried to find the source of it. Styl just seemed grumpy and annoyed with the whole situation, completely over her near loss in battle about an hour before. ”I want to go back in my Pokeball.” she stated firmly, deciding that enough was enough. Ajax’s gaze shifted to her and he nodded curtly, returning her. «
► The Scizor ‘morph gave a little sigh as he crossed the border from Route One over to Route Two. He shifted his left arm, the one with the claw—he was cradling, best he could, an incredibly injured shiny Zigzagoon. It sported deepening bruise marks and shiny burns across its shoulders, sides, and face. Some of the blisters were oozing a suspicious looking pus, and the burns were deep enough that the Zigzagoon was bleeding in some places. Ajax glanced down at it every and then, and his stride was long and focused towards the end of the route. Grimacing, he felt something wet on his chest and looked down. His shirt was ripped from the cage, and what he had thought was the Zigzagoon’s blood was his own; having welled up from the same deep cut that had ruined the shirt it had now began to dribble down his stomach. «
► Can’t let this shirt go to waste. It’s ripped but repairable, but more importantly it has the palace emblem on it, and I only have a couple more like it, and I don’t even know where to get clothes in this region. On the other hand, I have to get the Zigzagoon to a Pokemon Center as quickly as possible.
► Reluctantly, Ajax set down the Zigzagoon gently the grass, getting a rag from his bag and tying it around himself so that it would staunch the flow of blood. He looked fairly stupid with the huge bump around his ribcage, but when he lifted the shiny Zigzagoon again, the extra support from the rag helped a bit, and the bush of the Zigzagoon’s tail covered it up. Nyx said nothing as she padded as a Ninetales now beside him, her gaze flickering warily around the Route, waiting for something to jump out at them. Scilde, still searching for the source of the blood, scampered after Ajax, weaving around his ankles. «
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