cai
she/her
twenty-three
may 15
fortree
bisexual
herbalist
civilian
slithers of wistful window gazes glint in borrowed light
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POSTED ON Feb 12, 2019 6:33:59 GMT
she had only taken a few steps from her home before spotting the lightly grazing deerling. the sight of it caused her to take pause, her gaze fixing itself upon its fur that appeared pink and glossy with good health. the only thing which appeared to mar its flesh was the occasional scar, the claws of a predator likely having raked across its pelt several times over.
'birds are common here,' she thought.
and deerling were often considered to be the favored prey of feathered beasts.
'it must be either quick or strong to survive that many encounters.'
cait whistled and the dual-type visibly tensed as its ears stood erect. it raised its head, its motion stiff as it prepared to bolt. but the sight of the woman caused it to relax, the pokemon appearing to not at all mind the presence of the human.
'i wonder if it frequents our property.'
grass-types often did, her family taking care to discourage flying-types from hunting here.
"hello."
she announced herself as she approached, making sure that her phantump and pumpkaboo lingered someplace in the background as she did so. upon closer examination, it appeared as though the deerling was no mere fawn.
'she's an adult.'
the signs were subtle - but they were still there.
"treat?"
cait reached into her bag and retrieved a small cube composed primarily of plant matter. grass-types tended to find the treat to be nigh impossible to resist and the deerling proved just as susceptible to its tempting scent.
"that's a good - ah, you're a girl."
she'd crouch and eye the little beast up and down, intrigued by her large size. the female had to be roughly several inches taller than the usual deerling that frequented their land.
"quite a few souvenirs you have on that flank of yours," cait remarked.
after having devoured the treat the grass-type tossed her head, an arrogant gleam present in her eye as she proudly presented her scars to the woman.
"you look like a fighter," the young woman continued. "i actually need fighters on my team. interested?"
the grass-type cocked her head to the side, visibly intrigued by the human's offer. cait smiled, both patient and hopeful that the pokemon would agree to her proposal.
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