- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, Horror, Scifi, Magical
Swaaaa! Swaaaanaaa! A flock of swanna swoop around the exterior walls of a lavish estate for an afternoon flight. The coolness of Cooldrift swaddling the home's intricate exterior with its revitalizing freshness. A paddling of ducklett drift downstream beneath the cobblestone bridge, wiggling dry their dripping tail feathers . Their mother guiding them with her marvelous neck reaching into the sky. Zipping by, a masquerain slices across the glittering waters surface with it's daunting wings in full focus.
In a patch of flowers nearby, a ledian dances silently within the radiant colors of sunshine. A flutter of butterfree made their rounds within the velvety soft petals. Drawing nearer to the estate, is the blended chorus of starly and flirty taillow perched within the surrounding trees of lively green. A hive drizzling with honey hangs from a branch outside a blinding stain glass window. Busy combees are hard at work, buzzing in unison. Flowing through the limbs, a dispersement of jumpluff scatter their seeds carried onward by the wind. Roosting upon the window sill of the exorbitant glass window, a beautifly opens and closes it's fragile wings.
Far above on the residence's highest level, a vivacious pikipek hammers away at the wooden spandrel atop one of the high windows. The ruckus provoking the dreams of the resident who slept soundly inside. Buried within the embossed puff comforter and luxurious silk linens of a kingly bed, a raven haired fellow squirmed with an unconscious pout. Cleckk cleckk cleckk cleckk cleckkk! The relentless pecking of the hyperactive bird resuming outside his window. The sleeping man's eyebrow gave a twitch as the pecks came again more violently. With a fury, the man sprawled up with bewildering eyes and a raise of his finger to curse the bothersome racket. "ARCEUS DAMNS YOU!" Clammered the man in a stupor, knocking off nearly all of his sumptuous pillows before falling back into a slumbersome slump.
The rock slide of pillows tumbled down to lightly arouse the consciousness of a resting arcanine. The mass of him nearly stretching longer than the enormous bed itself. He gave a fangalicious yawn and the floofy goliath rose up to give a slobbery wet kiss to his sleepy master. Only a groan came from the man as he swiped off his cheek to roll back to sleep. With his mighty paws, Arcanine commandingly shoved the man until he gasped into consciousness to catch the breaths repeatedly knocked out of him. "OKAY-AY-AYYY" the disgruntled grumblings of him being shaken awake could be heard from downstairs, followed by a loud thunk. Below, a group of maids readied themselves with silver platters filled to the rim with luscious fruits and tasty danishes for the house lord's brunch.
By the time he reached the top of the crystalline staircase, he was met with a host of charming maids who adorned him with his diamond garnished coat and crown. They spoiled him with greetings and massages to soothe any restless muscles. He kept silent with relaxed yawns as if accustomed and entitled to such treatment. As he descended the steps, his haughty arcanine followed his lead, licking away a pikipek feather from his snout. Meanwhile, another servant reported any most recent news to his finicky master. Once stepping into the expansive parlor, they were eased into an embroidered plush lounge chair for optimum comfort.
"My lord... I'm careful to remind you of your engagement in Midway today for the gym initiation declaration." a maid with pinned up cheri berry colored curls chimed, as she fed him a juicy bluk berry between his lips. He gave a nod for a satisfactory gulp from his goblet before answering, "Are those the Razz berry jelly tarts???" His eyes lit alive, ignoring the question initially. "Yes, indeed. We know those are your favorite Lord Marcello." She beamed. He stuffed a tart into his mouth with haste before proceeding to the question. "Ah, mmm yes. They're having that today... Prepare me a carriage then. It's too fine a day to take the limousine." His second pastry slipping from his grasp in that moment to begin rolling off the lounge chair. A maid immediately dove to catch it with her knees squeaking across the marble floor before the precious pastry could hit the ground. Marcello paying no mind to her valiant efforts.
The other servants left straight away to prepare his transport, while a few remained to escort Marcello from his lounging to a private corridor. "I will be alone now. Be sure to scrub the base boards of every room while I'm away. Oh. And polish the chandeliers, will you?" He said to send off those who accompanied him. He and Arcanine vanished into the shadows of the long hall, but not before wiping his sleeves clean of any pastry crumbs. Stepping from the darkness, Marcello reemerged on the other side of a hidden passageway. He gave a signal for his beastly companion to wait on the edge of the dark. A huff from Arcanine could only be heard. Marcello now stood inside a secluded chamber with a pedestal column in front of him which had an oval object cloaked upon its surface. "Still we wait..." His voice crept in the darkness.
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RoARRrr. A lazy, roaring yawn escaped the jaws of a pyroar lioness who lay in a bed of grass miles away from the estate in Cooldrift. She stretched out her front paws and watched as a yanma playfully zoomed around her before zipping away. Across the grassland around them, was a raised facility built at the base of a rocky mountain suitable for a pride of Pyroar. Close by was also an extensive area of cracked earth which most Pokemon steer clear of. "Enjoy your nap?--" A lady with a sun loving glow and lab coat whirled passed Pyroar with a crate full of pokeballs. Her accent alluring. Pyroar offered a gentle puff from her snout in acknowledgment. "Come now, Bahati. I have lunch for you." The lioness now pacing after her.
As they made their way to the laboratory, the yanma from before flitted onto the top of the human lady's head who bore the name badge of 'Professor Jemila' proudly. She gave an expected smile when the dragonfly perched above. The Professor then pulled a rope to lower the wooden stepway up to the lab, so that any wild predators below could not easily access the facility. Once ascending to the upper level, she pulled the stepway back up before heading for the net veiled doors. Within the lab, was a spacious foyer with tropical plants that included an inground play pin for newborn Pokemon. The foyer led into the main room that appeared to be an indoor recreational area for Pokemon of all ages. Professors Jemila's work zone slightly lowered at the center.
"Ooop...." Professor Jemila nearly tripped when stepping down into the lab, spilling her crate of pokeballs. Each rolling pokeball began to pop open and soon enough the entire lab was lit up in a light show. "It will be like a zoo when the initiates arrive!" Jemila laughed from her belly. Rooaa.. Bahati lowered her head in a sigh, realizing that nanny duty had just begun. The lab came alive with beginner Pokemon who gathered around Jemila or raced toward the fun recreations, while others shied away to themselves. Bahati drug her paws dreadfully to go round up the little ones. Three of which had already climbed up the hanging vines to swing from the ceiling. A grookey, chimchar, and baby treecko. "Where are those initiates anyway?" Jemila wondered, as she began collecting the empty pokeballs that lay agape. The thought of a new venture brightening her spirit...
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