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, @mrtm87 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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