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solo wild <3

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She must be seeing things.[break][break]

There's now two Snorunts, one of her own and another wild. The little ice duo stare at each other, confused and curious. "My," she muses from her perch, smile widening at the sight. "Made a friend, have you?" Yuki glances back at her, a happy chitter escaping the Snorunt before it bounces forward.[break][break]

She lets them play without interruption, content with watching the scene unfold. She won't trap the newcomer, won't even give the idea a thought. No, that'd be cruel. Instead, she merely stays where she is, the Snorunts enjoying some ice skating. Of course, Yuki will be upset when her new friend is not coming home with them but it can't be avoided. Well, it can, but she refuses... Not when her little ice type is having so much fun.[break][break]

"Don't get hurt," she chirps with a small wave before settling back into her position. Her legs rise to meet her chin and she curls into herself upon the rock, eyes lowering to trace small patterns among the icy floor. It's pretty here... Perhaps she should come more often. A nice thought, one she hopes to actually uphold. Yuki would be pleased and so, as she listens to the sound of the chittering Snorunts, she hums a calm little tune.[break][break]

notes | passing but snorunt playtime is a-go <3

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solo wild <3

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The slapping of flippers against hard ice is what she has been waiting for.[break][break]

It cuts through her passive thoughts, effectively cutting her relaxation down to nothing. A Sealeo, glorious with a shimmering coat of deep blue and cream, white whiskers brushing against rocks as it joins the fray. At first, it doesn't notice her, content with venturing toward the duo of Snorunts with a happy little smile. In return, she all but grins, the first sign of excitement in ages beginning to bubble up in her veins. It makes her heart flutter, as if a bundle of butterflies had gotten lose within her chest cavity. It's exhilarating, as if she feels alive for the first time in forever.[break][break]

It's almost comical, the way she dissolves into a giddy little girl over ice types. Fawning at their feet, usually blank eyes erupting with a sudden passion. Is this the way her sister felt for her bug types?[break][break]

She won't fight the sea lion, won't even consider the notion of it. It's too precious, too pure. No, she'll never harm an ice type. Instead, with a slight falter of her smile, she reaches for the one pokeball she knows will be effective in this endeavor. Tobu, her sister's pride and joy. The Butterfree she keeps locked away, too scared to look into its webbed eyes. Perhaps it's the idea that if she faces him, she'll have to face the memories that come with his appearance. They're painful, too painful to even indulge in.[break][break]

"Tobu," she murmurs, straining to keep the venom at bay. It slips through the cracks in her voice and she knows her sister would be ashamed of her. She feels the crushing weight of her actions and yet, she can't stop it. The resentment is still strong, still as bitter as it tastes. The Butterfree still stays, still lingers by her, close enough for her to know of his presence and yet far enough for her feelings to be spared. He knows better by now, knows it's a losing battle with her. She's screamed at him too many times, crumbling to the floor in a heap of snot and sobs. It's disgusting behavior, she knows, but it's the only thing she knows anymore.[break][break]

"Sleep Powder."[break][break]

The Butterfree gets to work, careful in his path of keeping out of her sight. He's considerate of her, the stench of sorrow dripping from every pore of her body. He knows her by now, knows how she feels. And so, he keeps to just outside of her gaze, dancing toward the ceiling of the cavern where shadows lick at every corner. Here, he begins his powdery dance, the Pokemon below falling under his spell without resistance. Yuki is the exception, skating just out of his range. She knows this dance, has seen it used time and time again. It's funny, despite her utter disdain for the creature, she sure happens to use him a lot.[break][break]

Once the Sealeo is fast asleep against the icy floor does she move from her perch, Tobu's pokeball clutched with white knuckles. He's recalled in an instant, disappearing in a flash of light. Her eyes drift toward the pokeball for a moment, gratitude flashing through her mind before it is snuffed out by a forceful fist. She'll never speak of it, never let the Butterfree understand how torn she is about him. No, she'll focus on her newest prize... The Sealeo. An empty pokeball is flourished out from beneath her haori, breath catching at the sight of one of the patterned sleeves. She pushes on despite the onslaught of emotions, dancing closer and tapping the sleeping sea lion's head with the ball without hesitation. It lingers in her hand, wiggling beneath cold fingers.[break][break]

"Come, Yuki," she murmurs, the sudden longing for the darkness within her room overwhelming. "Let's head back."[break][break]

notes | capture attempt on sealeo <3

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