ShadowCrash13

Melemele Island, mid-afternoon Ambling down the road, sun-bronzed hands clasped behind his head, Hau hummed contentedly to himself. Life, overall, was good for the grandson of Melemele Island’s Kahuna. The sun was bright as it began its descent towards the horizon, the sky was clear, the waves were gentle, and the annual Tapu Festival was just around the corner. Only a few days before, he'd finally received his first Pokemon, and he couldn’t be happier. What wasn't to love? Rounding the corner, Hau’s grin broadened as he spied a familiar figure down the road, and broke into a jog as he waved. “Alola, Professor!”

Name: Cyra Sylvan, aka Scorpling Age: 17 Gender: female Race: Faunus, scorpion sub-species Appearance: Cyra stands at 4 feet, 9 inches. She typically wears very thick clothing with dark colours, hoodies, sweatpants, boots and fingerless gloves. She also conceals the lower half of her face with a scarf. Has violet eyes and chin length black hair. Visible skin is a very light brown, with sections of greenish-black carapace spread across her torso and limbs. Weapon: Name: Khthon and Lithos Type: Transforming, Defensive, Ranged Derivation: Arm shields, wall shields, twin-linked heavy machine guns, rail cannons Holstered/Sheathed Appearan

I hate you. Words cannot describe the breadth of how you infuriate me. Always dancing just beyond the corner of my sight. Making that wicked, mocking little laugh that echoes in my ears. You wear many faces, and bear many names, changing them on a whim. Sensuous Mykaela, hanging from my shoulder with a crown of horns curling about your head and great shifting wings of shadow, your claws drawing shiverful circles upon my skin. Mighty Serena, twining your serpentine tail about my body as your four hands caress my face and chest, amethyst eyes shimmering when the light hits them just so. Far-flung Freyja, who soars between the stars in a lethal

You didn’t follow the rules. Assana had been in the middle of teaching Laura how to re-wrap Raquel’s bandage when Dialga’s voice rumbled through her mind. She had known that there would be consequences when she made her decision. In fact, she had been anticipating the coming scolding. The battle had ended shortly after the younger girl’s breakdown and recovery. While Zigar and Emmanuel wrestled back and forth (the Fang Scorpion had intercepted the Mienshao’s Bounce with Aerial Ace, and Emmanuel had managed to grab hold. The increased weight caused them both to crash to the ground), Kassi had darted around and a

The battle had started off simple enough. When Vikram had finally reached the center of battlefield, a clearing within the dense trees, he had found Assana seated dead center, Raquel and Ferron on either side. A nod, an exchange of names, and the battle was begun. Raquel instantly dashed off into the trees, pausing only to make a shimmering Protect against Hiro’s Zen Headbutt and Rae’s Air Slash when it became clear that she wouldn’t make it in time. Her movements were impeded by the bandaged wound in her side, slowing her down, but she was still more agile than the larger Gogoat, and was able to turn the dense forest to he

When Assana saw her opponent, her heart broke. A well dressed, bespectacled man who looked barely out of his teens. Her cameras’ picked up his easy smile, the gentle look in his eyes. A dapper gentleman if she had ever seen one. But this was not what made her sad. Nor was it the Arcanine that followed at his heels, though that did present some concern to her. The fluffy canine’s tongue lolled from between bright white teeth, intelligent eyes casting one way, then another. No, what saddened Assana was the pretty pink bow tied around the Arcanine’s neck, a near perfect match to the man’s purple bowtie. In her experienc