私は死んでる, 私は死んでる, 私は死んでる-
The only thing he can see inside is the burning mask of a sleeping hisuian braviary, slightly illuminating the dark. Kou and Konno were taking turns on watch, Ayu's first mistake there.
Private property? Who owned land literally in the middle of nowhere and so far from other people? Then again, this wasn't Hisui, she didn't know what was the norm here anymore, now did she?
Still, almost in the meekest act of defiance she can muster, Ayu didn't move even still, her cap over her mouth in an instantaneous and seemingly good idea to maybe muffle the sound of her breathing. For all she knew this was a bandit or something like that, and she didn't want to walk into awaiting wicked hands.
"I-I didn't see that posted anywhere-" she starts, before already questioning herself. Shoot, she could've spoken native tongue and fiend not being bilingual? Well, too late now-
@dragonplated
Ayu doesn't like those eyes that stared inside her rock tent Kou had made for her. The arcanine was barking for a little while, before he'd gone quiet, and that concerned the young trainer more than anything right now. What is he doing out there??
Said 'legendary pokémon' currently is looking up at the Dragon Champion, muzzle on his chest and looking up at the human like...well, the canine he is.
Not so much of a guard dog, is he?
@dragonplated
Ayu doesn't like those eyes that stared inside her rock tent Kou had made for her. The arcanine was barking for a little while, before he'd gone quiet, and that concerned the young trainer more than anything right now. What is he doing out there??
Said 'legendary pokémon' currently is looking up at the Dragon Champion, muzzle on his chest and looking up at the human like...well, the canine he is.
Not so much of a guard dog, is he?
@talesforged | Ayu for Red!
Hisuian stared down at the little red ball in the champion’s hand, seeing it offered to her to examine. It was…smooth, reflective and elegant. It was such a contrast to the rough textures and ugly buckles that marred her own pokeballs, some even still having the ridges and dimples from the apricorns they came from.
Ayu…wasn’t sure how to feel.
“…they’re…smaller than mine.” The trainer says timidly, unclipping her own pokeball from her belt and holds it in her other hand, “Did you make these yourself as well?”