Dragon Princess
she/her
22
Blackthorn City
Heterosexual
Priestess
Cadet
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
TAG WITH @noelle
Noelle Lane
dark, yet darker [dw / open]
POSTED ON Aug 12, 2019 6:39:40 GMT
"ah - sorry, sorry!" noelle was quick to apologize with a slightly frazzled dip of her head. oh - wow, he had pretty eyes. almost as pretty as her fiance's. but, really, nothing could beat those smoldering, fiery red- no, no, she had to focus! except, she'd been staring at him pretty intently. clearing her throat, she offered a smile. "it'll take way more than that to beat me down! when i was a child, a friend of mine used to always try and wrestle me down anyway." she paused, giving a smug, happy-go-lucky grin, "he never beat me. not once." and that remained true, even to this day. her dragonair peered down at the absol, bending her head down in a small, respectful greeting before returning to her reserved and mysterious disposition. "are you-" before she could finish her question, two figures appeared. it was a hitmonchan facing off against a mamoswine - or, more like antagonizing the mud pig for a battle. while she didn't have much interest in the fighting type, she did know someone who would. and so, with a loud gasp, she briefly forgot about the man standing before her in favor of whirling on her heels to face the box-glove wearing pokemon. "You!" the hitmonchan paused, pointing to itself. "yes, you! you're perfect! oh my gosh, CHANCELOR MCQUEEN is gonna love this!" she smiled victoriously to herself. the fighting type rose a brow, eventually deciding to ignore the weird trainer and get back to its fight. "Wait, wait, don't just ignore me!" noelle soon whined, stepping a bit closer. "what if i said, i had someone who could give you a real challenge?" the hitmonchan rose up its gloved fists to her, causing the pinkette to pale slightly, taking a step back and frantically waving her hands. "not me! but, someone very important to me. he's one of the strongest people i know, both as a trainer and person. uhm...how do he say it...uh..." she snapped her fingers for a second before perking back up. "he's the freshest one 'round and makes all the delcatties go 'purr'!" she, once again, received a deadpanned expression. "...he...can give you a run for your money?" now that got the fighting type's interest. taking out a pokeball, she smiled, holding the sphere outwards. "he's no cakewalk, i'm telling you! don't say i didn't warn you." she giggled, a bit pleased with how content the pokemon looked as it tapped its fist to the pokeball, and was sucked inside of it. |
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