the hiker
she/her
twenty-eight
april eighteenth
petalburg
demisexual
hiker
ranger officer
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francie myrtle
mountain trek [ww/m]
POSTED ON Jan 2, 2022 14:45:07 GMT
the poor poor aggron really didn't stand a chance, four against one. but that's what it took to get the beast to submit. the aggron groaned, the CLOSE COMBAT having done a number on it. reeling back, the beast returned back to the depths of her mountain. lyonel followed her, just to be sure, snorting at her all the while.
louie returned toward francie, sniffing at her belt.
"linc's alright, he's taken worse damage."
she reassured the brother, taking the ball out and looking toward the aggron. lincoln had been the original one to 'pass the territory' line for the aggron and she wanted to be sure the beast was far enough away that taking lincoln out of his ball to tend to him wouldn't offend the beast and rile it up again.
as the midday lycanroc emerged, he whined, a great bit of damage done to him. francie was already reaching for medical supplies, herbs and potions, to apply to the wounds. she probed and squeezed parts of him, to which he gave a low growl as a reaction but not directly at francie.
at the pain itself.
louie, laid close to his brother, wrapping his head around lincoln's neck, to keep him still and comfort his brother.
reaching an arm over, she gave lincoln a kiss and whispered a few praises in his ear before returning him and giving louie some pets as well.
"he's alright, but he's out of commision for today. he needs the rest inside his ball. we'll have to finish this one ourselves, boys."
kole, who had remained steady and quiet, let out a grumble of agreement. lyonel snorted like that'd be no big deal, having returned from his aggron scouting adventure.
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