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Post by Bryndeva on Jan 8, 2011 20:11:51 GMT -5
Colrux  Colrux crept sneakily through the city. He had just come from the Game Corner, where he'd been making trouble with a fat Gamer who had a few more coins then he had really won...He could hear the man wheezing along as he'd run away, but he knew the fattie wouldn't catch up to him. At the moment, he was scouting around, checking to see if the man was desperate enough to call the Police on him. It seemed quiet...He dashed through the street, quick as...well, a cat. The only trouble was, there was something out wandering the city, as well. He sprinted away, a Houndoom close behind, then finally gave it the slip by jumping, first on a fence, then onto a roof, then up consecutively higher roofs. Finally he stopped and panted for breath. He should be fine here, for a while. Who else would be on a rooftop at night?
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Post by Namz on Jan 14, 2011 14:29:34 GMT -5
Although on a rooftop at night, there are many different crowds of Pokemon that enjoy the nightlife of the town.
One specifically, a Murkrow of sorts. What was odd that, inside of midnight black feathers, it had a more washed out gray color, and it's eyes were more like specks of dried blood. He noticed the oddly colored cat and opened a wing to him, a larger than normal wing, if one were to notice. Chuckling, he called out to the cat.
"You look new to this place, but certainly not new with that hobby of yours. It also appears like you could use a rousing conversation, come sit."
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Post by Bryndeva on Jan 14, 2011 14:36:02 GMT -5
Colrux shrugged and padded over to the Murkrow. It was a rather odd Murkrow, now that he paid attention, but he ignored that. There was really no need to be rude. "You're right, I am new here. And I wouldn't call it a hobby. It's more like..." He paused and considered. "Well, I like things to be fair. And if they aren't, I make them that way."
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Post by Namz on Jan 14, 2011 14:54:30 GMT -5
The Murkrow nodded and a small 'ahh' escaped his beak. "Here I thought you were just some ruffian..." He then proceed to walk in a small circle, as if trying to get comfortable. But, wasn't that the nature more suited for a feline? Why it was, but than again, this was no ordinary Murkrow.
For as he was walking in this circle, his bird-like form became more feline, and his feathers turned into diluted cream colored fur, his hat became two coal-black triangle ears, and a curled tail tipped in a sugar-brown color sprouted from his bottom. This Murkrow had become a Meowth!
Now sitting beside this other feline, he got an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd be more comfortable around something more of your own kind? I've never seen anything like you... What exactly are you?"
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Post by Bryndeva on Jan 14, 2011 18:36:46 GMT -5
Colrux watched with wide eyes. Then he shook his head. "I'm a hybrid...I'm half-Lepardas, half-Espeon. Erm...I hope I'm not being rude, but...What exactly are you?" He tilted his head slightly. He only knew of two Pokemon that could change their appearance. One was Ditto, who could only change into an exact copy of something. The other was Zoroark, who could only make illusions. Maybe he is a hybrid of some sort, too?[/color]
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Post by Namz on Jan 30, 2011 12:55:55 GMT -5
He nodded at this cat's linage, but it had odd colors for it's parents. Very odd indeed, perhaps he got the short end of the gene spectrum.
With a smile, he took in a small bit of breath. I guess for some lengthy speech? Let's hope not.
"I am an unwanted, unintended breeding mishap. Over past this grand city, is a little breeding ranch. Assuming you've seen it. A trainer decided to take a ditto and a Zoroark and breed them, seeing as how Zoroark are kind of rare. A few days went by, and the couple had made a few eggs, three to be exact. Two were perfect, and I the third was some unstable mass of genes. A discolored Zorua, that would change to anything it saw, but the transformations were hideous. And so, here I am, years later."
He shook his fur, and flicked his ears in the direction of a murder of Murkrow. Speaking with this fellow was making him a tad hungry, here's hoping his acquaintance was also getting hungry.
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