illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
TAG WITH @illeana
illeana reyes
jus in bello [illie]
POSTED ON Apr 25, 2020 20:48:13 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"]realistically, she shouldn't be out here. her legs ache, blisters are already forming at her ankles, and she's more winded than she should be. ah, but nugget's too excited for her to just tell the little dinosaur that they need to turn around. and so, she's climbing higher and higher, struggling to keep up with the bundle of excitement before her. as if sensing her lack of exuberance, nugget stills and turns back toward her with curious eyes. a coo follows and she's forcing a smile onto her lips despite her lungs screaming to breathe, not grin. "i'm coming," she murmurs and it's a little too haggard for her liking. "don't worry, nuggie." he doesn't. instead, he accepts her words with an excited noise and returns his attention to the task at hand. really, how is it that he's so small and yet, he moves so quickly? and then, he's letting out another noise, one she has come to understand as curious and seeking, before darting out of her line of sight. a mild wave of panic washes over her and it's all she needs to get her ass into gear. her lungs burn and she feels like her lungs are filling with ash with every inhale but she makes it, somehow, to where he had just been. "nugget?" she calls, legs finally able to rest. god, she feels like she's gonna collapse. and in the end, she does, barely making it to a nearby rock to sit before the muscles of her legs give out. a loud coo echoes against her surroundings and she's heaving out a sigh, lingering in her seat for a mere moment more before slowly, agonizingly, pushing herself to get up. he's close, that much is certain, but what is she going to find? oh god, please don't be poking at a predator? it's late, with stars shining overhead, and while she isn't fully aware of what dangers lurk in this part of hoenn, she's certain some of them hunt in the shadows when the sun dips below the horizon and the moon comes out to play. except, it isn't a predator that her curious little shieldon has stumbled upon. no, instead it's a man and his pokemon, both of which seem occupied by their own interests. while the metallic little pokemon happily munches on a rock, the man is glancing around as if searching for something she doesn't understand and she's more curious than she should be. perhaps it's the odd looking slime that coats part of the ground or the way the man seems so focused that has illeana stepping closer, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as nugget rushes back to her side. the shieldon darts around her feet, as if his excitement alone is enough for her to interrupt the man. and really, it kind of is. "hello," she murmurs, a hand raising for a small wave. "i didn't think anyone else was out here at this hour." an awkward laugh filters through her lips and she's flashing a soft smile, suddenly anxious for reasons she can't grasp. meanwhile, nugget is anything but. the fossil pokemon takes it upon himself to enter their space, bouncing happily toward the aron with a coo. part of her wonders if he's more interested in the rocks than making friends but she can't bring herself to reign him in. no, instead she finds herself following his lead and stepping closer, careful of the slime. [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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