nick
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december 12th
petalburg
pansexual
ranger
bird keeper
i saw the end, and it looks like the middle
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nicholas steele
three of swords | c, skirmishes
POSTED ON Sept 22, 2024 6:31:08 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","nick"] [attr="class","body"] another day, another count, another moment to linger. the forest sprawls ahead of him, endless trees and shadows and the whispered secrets of the leaves. route 102, a border between worlds, a place caught in the tug-of-war between rocket and the league.[break][break] he breathes in deep, the forest air filling his lungs like a solemn promise. solitude is a gift he cherishes, these quiet moments a balm for the aching in his chest. nick is not a stranger to this route, its trails and its trials etched into the lines of his weathered hands. every twig beneath his boots, every rustle in the undergrowth, every echo of birdcall in the canopy—they all speak to him, a language he has learned to decipher over years of wandering.[break][break] but today is different. today, the wind carries with it the scent of smoke and ash, a bitter reminder of the war raging beyond these trees. today, his footsteps are heavier, his eyes sharper, his heart more burdened. today, he carries with him a purpose, a mission that weighs upon his shoulders like a leaden shroud.[break][break] he is to scout the route, gather intel for the league, tread the fine line between duty and danger. not an easy task, given the eyes that watch from the shadows, the ears that listen from afar. the wrong move could spell disaster.[break][break] solomon, his loyal braviary, soars overhead, a sentinel in the sky. the pokemon's keen eyes miss nothing, his proud form cutting through the clouds like a blade. it's a reassurance, a comfort, to have such a steadfast companion at his side.[break][break] "solomon, anything unusual up ahead?" nick calls out softly, his voice barely a whisper against the wind.[break][break] the braviary lets out a sharp cry, a warning, a sign. something's amiss. nick's gloved hand tightens around the curve of pokeballs on his belt as he pauses to scan his surroundings in search of latent danger. [attr="class","pkmn"] [googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=".nick"]--accent:#D8AD43;font:12px Poppins;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick b"]color:var(--accent);font:bold 14px Roboto;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nick u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nick a"]font:12px Poppins;color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nick h1"]font:16px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick h2"]font:14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick .body"]background-image:url("https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png");background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:.2px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick .credit"]width:100px;background-color:#232323;font-size:10px;margin-top:7px;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nick .credit a"]font-size:10px;[/newclass]
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