the flurry
she/her/hers
30
september 19
ringtown
pansexual
hitman
elite
it’s all winter here, even in august
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mclaren mcflurry
hindsight is 2020 [sw]
POSTED ON Dec 29, 2020 6:29:31 GMT
will i get to you a little 𝐅 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 if i was the 𝐒 𝐍 𝐎 𝐖 in the air ? ❆ she lost count of the time. all she knew is that it was dark and cold, and after some hours of losing herself in the bittersweet ice, she came across the disastrous-looking aftereffects of a rockfall.
her steelix was battered after trekking alongside her for so long, into such depths. her eiscue's ice face was shattered several times over before she had to retire him for this dive, too. even her glalie was looking worse for wear.
as she picked apart the rubble and bruised her hands on boulders she attempted to yank away, she felt the dead, burnt out fireplace in her heart suddenly have a spark, flickering back to life, albeit faintly.
compassion. she felt compassion again, because there was a little snorunt in front of her, bruised and bloody and weak, nearly crushed under a rock.
she suspected its parents were likely dead from the rockfall. along with a lot of other pokemon. but she picked it up and held it against her chest, where it nestled for the warmth that mcflurry swore wasn't there anymore.
her breath faltering, mcflurry choked back a sob and gently, ever so gently, pressed a poke ball to its head and began her ascent. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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