i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Nov 21, 2020 2:17:01 GMT
Traveling with his group of Pokemon made it hard to stay hidden most of the time but, considering that unless he was hunting he didn't try to hide, that never really bothered Hit. The man traveled with a group of 7 Pokemon, though it was hard to see some of them from the angle that he approached. There was a Blaziken that strolled with the group, near the front of the group, followed closely behind by a large Gogoat that seemed to be carrying three smaller pokemon and the sight was... Well, adorable to say the least. Leaning against the neck of the large Grass Type was a Tyrogue would was snoring loudly, a Skitty pressed against his back, and finally a Riolu that seemed to wrap his arms around them and helped keep them on the creature.
Walking next to the Gogoat was a Nidorina who seemed to make a few idle noises to a Pancham that was sitting on a large man's shoulders. The fact that a group of Pokemon were traveling together was surely weird for some but, perhaps even more weird, was the Pokemon Trainer that seemed to walk with them. The man stood at a towering six feet and seven inches tall with deeply tanned skin, long brown hair flowing down the length of his back and over his shoulders with the ends tied in various different spots. Strong golden hues looked out from underneath his hair, several black markings seemingly etched in his skin on his face and the exposed parts of his chest. The man wore clothing that was obviously handmade, pokemon skins that were turned into fur pants and a vest of sorts, leaving most of his fit upper body exposed.
As him and his Pokemon entered into the area the belonged to Cait, although unaware, Hit was acutely aware of the strong Pokemon in the area. But, with a few words to the conscious Pokemon, their stance as they moved through them changed. Hit was used to walking through hostile areas so, as he moved, he would take a casual and laxed stance so none of the Pokemon would see him as a hostile... Or that was his goal. Had it worked, it'd only be a few moments before he would spot the woman who was making grass crowns for her Pokemon. In that moment, Hit was curious and would talk first, looking around, "Are all these Pokemon your friends? Or are you a Poke-Master?"
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