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Post by abyssalink on Dec 20, 2011 17:23:37 GMT -6
Spike sat upon Heather's back, as she gracefully strode along the path through the grass and trees. Spike had been quiet for a long while, though Heather's calm humming as she walked along broke the silence along with the faint rustle of grass and twittering of birds. Spike stared at the sway of her neck side to side, and as her shoulders worked up and down. She really was... beautiful in a way not many pokemon were. Even so young as Spike assumed her to be. As the time had passed Spike's initial disbelief and panic had subsided a bit. She was here and real and seemed... like any other kind of pokemon he could've asked for.
He hadn't even seen her in action yet either... maybe she really would be like any other pokemon. Spike gave a hesitant smile and patted her flank. He hadn't intended to ride her, really he didn't want to he liked walking, but after about the fifth time he had stumbled and nearly tripped, Heather had shoved herself beneath him and forced him to sit upon her back and let her carry him. It must've been quite the sight, the menacing looking red-head riding the tall, graceful, green virizion. They couldn't be more different... on the outside at least.
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