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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD SKARMORY APPEARED!

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just as miyako is beginning to lose hope in her efforts to find new pokemon, her keen eyes catch a glimpse of a large, steel-colored bird with sharp, blade-like wings perched on a nearby tree. miyako recognizes the pokemon immediately as a skarmory.[break][break]

"ooh, fuck yeah." she breathes, doing her best to contain her excitement. a skarmory would be an incredible addition to her team—plus it'd be fun to show off to those assholes back at the station.[break][break]

whiskey stomps impatiently beneath her, snorting loudly as miyako tightens her grip on the reigns. "yeah, yeah," she mutters to the stoutland, sliding off his back to approach the skarmory, "keep your pants on."[break][break]

the skarmory doesn't seem to notice miyako until she's a few feet away, and when it does, its steel feathers ruffle in irritation. "oh, don't be a dick." miyako chides, reaching for one of her pokéballs. the bird merely squawks in response, glaring at her with narrowed eyes.[break][break]

just as miyako is about to throw the pokéball, the skarmory takes off into the sky with a powerful flap of its wings. "shit!" miyako curses, already running back to whiskey. "i guess we're doing this the hard way."[break][break]

within moments, miyako and whiskey are off, galloping through the tall grass at breakneck speeds in hot pursuit of the skarmory. the bird is fast—faster than whiskey on an open plain—but whiskey is more maneuverable, able to weave through the trees with practiced ease. miyako pushes him as fast as she dares, keeping her eyes locked on the skarmory the entire time. the bird is really giving her a run for her money, she'll give it that.[break][break]

then—[break][break]

"now!"[break][break]

whiskey snorts in response to miyako's shout, suddenly throwing his weight to the side to follow the skarmory as it makes a sharp turn to avoid a particularly large tree. the sudden shift throws miyako off balance, nearly sending her tumbling to the ground, but she manages to cling on to the reigns for dear life. her heart pounds wildly as she rights herself in the saddle, glaring daggers at the back of whiskey's head.[break][break]

eventually, they manage to corner the skarmory against a cliff face, and miyako wastes no time in throwing the pokéball, watching with rapt attention as it collides with the pokemon's steel body and sucks it inside in a flash of light.[break][break]

the pokéball rocks back and forth for a few tense moments before finally going still with a soft ding. miyako releases a sigh of relief, sweat pouring down her face as she hops off whiskey to collect the pokéball.[break][break]

she smirks down at the ball, which feels warm to the touch.[break][break]

"welcome to the team, motherfucker."

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