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[attr="class","displaytitle"]THE DEN OF THE LION

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It was yet another uneventful day at the Hoenn Delacosta residence. Elio relaxed in the master bedroom, the sun casting its brilliant glow on the resting faces of him and his lionesque pokemon partner. The red and gold pokemon rested on its side a fresh pair of bandages wrapped around its midsection, left arm, and right leg.
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Third-degree burn marks and various scars are evident on its otherwise beautiful fur, dark and discolored. It was a miracle he even survived, said the pokemon veterinarians, let alone walk.
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Yet Iskandar was a stubborn sort and refused to leave this mortal coil so easily. However, he was months down the road from full recovery. If he ever recovered at all.
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Right now, all he could do was rest. And Elio made sure to give his pokemon partner all the best rest he can provide. Soon the physical therapy would begin again - so reluctantly the mafia heir rolled out of bed. Intent on getting ready for the day to come.