| Hungarian Horntail
Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Saffron City
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November {Noe} Franze
First Year |  Brain Twin | MASTAH ASHURRII | Reisdent PokeNerd | Digifangirl
One small black object whizzed through the grass, hardly more than a blur, and another one followed. Identical black stripes were drawn on each black streak and they took bounding leaps and pounces through the tall grass. So small were the little figures that whenever they went back down, into the grass, they seemed to almost disappear entirely, but for two little black, twitching ears. Itty bitty ears and the top of it's head, with the beginning of the white stripe.
One began to run, bushy tail fluttering with the breeze as it sped away from the other one, bounding, bouncing, leaping, flying, taking sharp lefts and rights, hooking and doubling back. If they had voiced, they'd be laughing. Or giggling, perhaps, in a very school child-ish manner. Through the "jungle", they made their way, off the paths towards the brightly colored van. They didn't seem to be intending to have a direction for where they were going, but unconciously, they seemed to be lured this way.
And then her calls came out.
"PEPE LE STINKY! FLOWER! GET BACK HERE! NOW!"
Issy was huffing and puffing as she ran, holding a stitch in her side, cloak flapping out behind her as she ran after the skunklettes. It wasn't that she was a bad runner - she'd just been running for a long time after them. Their twitchy noses had caught the scent of liberty wafting through the doors in the Entrance Hall and suddenly, they'd graced freedom and took it a few steps (bounds, leaps, and pounces) too far.
"PEPE LE STINKY! FLOWEEEEEEER! I DEMAND YOU COME TO ME!"
Her tiny voice came out wheezy and gasping for air, not carrying too well. And it was no wonder - her tiny body could not possibly encompass large enough lungs to keep her running and shouting at the top of her lungs after the small skunks that were romping and having too much fun avoiding their master.
Pausing a few feet away from the van, she bent over, hands on her knees, panting heavily, the stitch now very sore as she tried to hold it with one free hand. Stupid skunks! She knew she should've bought them leashes! And now, they were romping, perhaps twenty feet from her, but she hadn't the energy to even TRY to summon them.
...summon. Right... summoning spell.... but... what was the incantation again?
Instead, she dropped to the ground, rolling onto her back, hands propping beneath her head, and began to gulp in lungfuls of cool air. |