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The full moon hung high overhead, coating the land in a cool blue glow. Lights were on in a small town bordering a large forest. A dark figure dashed across the vast miltank fields, with a group of farmers hot on his tail, wielding bright flashlights, shovels and rakes. "Stop that gijinka!" They hollered, spooking a flock of starlies from their slumber.
That dark figure was a lucario gijinka, caught stealing moomoo milk from one of the barns. And now he was running for his life- an all too common situation if you asked him- with his stolen goods in hand. His ears were pinned back, and a single fence stood between him and his escape. Unfortunately, the fence was big and tall, built to keep an angry miltank contained. And he definately wasn't a big and tall teen. He paused for just a second, trying to see if he could still make the jump with his hands full. That was when the farmers finally caught up. Throwing rocks at the gijinka, they showed no signs of stopping. Dropping the milk, the gijinka didn't waste time jumping up, grabbing the edge of the wall, and hauling himself over the edge. He had more than a few fresh scrapes and bruises, and his stomach felt emptier than ever. If he knew the farmers as well as he thought he did, it would be minutes before they would send out the houndoors, poochyenas, zigzagoons, and growlithes after him. So he kept running into the forest, hoping to put as much distance between himself and the farmers as he possibly could. His long blue hair fell into his face, sometimes obscuring his vision.
Very suddenly, his feet slipped out from under him and he crashed to the ground. He glanced back to see what he slipped on, and a feeling of dread swept over him. A large muk was towering over him, looking very pissed off. It shot a ball of sludge at the gijinka before it slid away.
He could feel the poison slipping into his system, and he felt weakened already. This was just not his night.
((Here's a picture of him, just to help clarify.))
That dark figure was a lucario gijinka, caught stealing moomoo milk from one of the barns. And now he was running for his life- an all too common situation if you asked him- with his stolen goods in hand. His ears were pinned back, and a single fence stood between him and his escape. Unfortunately, the fence was big and tall, built to keep an angry miltank contained. And he definately wasn't a big and tall teen. He paused for just a second, trying to see if he could still make the jump with his hands full. That was when the farmers finally caught up. Throwing rocks at the gijinka, they showed no signs of stopping. Dropping the milk, the gijinka didn't waste time jumping up, grabbing the edge of the wall, and hauling himself over the edge. He had more than a few fresh scrapes and bruises, and his stomach felt emptier than ever. If he knew the farmers as well as he thought he did, it would be minutes before they would send out the houndoors, poochyenas, zigzagoons, and growlithes after him. So he kept running into the forest, hoping to put as much distance between himself and the farmers as he possibly could. His long blue hair fell into his face, sometimes obscuring his vision.
Very suddenly, his feet slipped out from under him and he crashed to the ground. He glanced back to see what he slipped on, and a feeling of dread swept over him. A large muk was towering over him, looking very pissed off. It shot a ball of sludge at the gijinka before it slid away.
He could feel the poison slipping into his system, and he felt weakened already. This was just not his night.
((Here's a picture of him, just to help clarify.))