Post by Lamont on May 6, 2017 3:04:05 GMT 11
She held the umbrella tightly in her hands as the fight came to an end. Fingernails intermittently rapping against the folds of the fabric wrapped shaft; her face still dark. The cat didn't stand a chance. It was barely clinging to consciousness when Red was switched out, and her trusty starter didn't fail her now. Even ankle deep in the flooded pathway the fire that literally burned in Red overcame the challenge and sent her opponent into a deep catnap.
"Now it's your turn," she noted to the other coordinator as he turned her back to her. Unfortunately, though, it seemed her ambusher from before had moved to intervene. Clashing with the ambience, Lenore's hand was grabbed as she moved the umbrella to rest upon her shoulder. A shiver shot up her spine at the touch, which swiftly turned into a rapid handshake. Her focus snapped to the happy boy, eyes narrowed, and she wrenched her hand free of the sweaty grip. But, before she could bring her arm back around with intent to backhand the guy sirens wailed.
A different kind of shiver crawled under her skin. It snapped her from her dark mood and brought a pinch of panic fluttering in her chest. Were the police following her around this forest!? Her attention was again dropped back to the boy as a luxurious ball was thrust into her face. It shone, a sparkle twinkling in her eye at the sight. Where moments before she was about to unleash a beating on a man now her mind was flushed joy at the sight of the illustrious pokéball. Who knew this bush dweller would have something like this on him!
Despite her appreciation of the reward she didn't speak a word of thanks as Sammy rushed off. The police and their hounds could be heard breaking through the forest, poor Rod frozen in panic with his fainted glameow and beaten houndour. Lenore gasped, eyes falling on the wounded pup.
"Oooh... it's hopeless." Her shoulder's dropped and she recalled Red. Eyes rolling the woman darted back into the forest to where she'd come from. There was no point. She couldn't capture the houndour since Rod had swiped it, and with the police moments away from breaking through the trees to arrest wrongdoers she hardly had the time to steal it without being caught. And the peace protectors were like to confiscate the dark hound before hand it over to her. This entire trip into the forest was a waste of time.
After a ways she stopped running, feet aching a little from the uneven ground and fleeing on metal heels. "That's it! I'm done," she resigned to no one in particular. Lenore sighed deeply, taking in the damp air of the flooded forest. It calmed her a bit but, as much as she liked the beauty and isolation of the wood she was sure she could find a better forest to relax in.
((Adding 400 words to egg in incubator. ))