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✧ username: zaika
✧ kalon name: eustasius
✧ pokémon: suicune
✧ egg design: (link) for
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✧ how did this egg hatch?:
the Aurora Pokémon ─────
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✧ username: zaika
✧ kalon name: eustasius
✧ pokémon: suicune
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✧ egg design: (link) for
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"And don't you dare withdraw your gaze from that egg; take one glimpse away, and our prolonged efforts to hatch it'll be
to no avail."
The Weavile's words echoed unobtrusively throughout the tunnels of the frozen hollow, subdued by the constant dripping
of melting icicles. Brumal water trickled between countless stolen relics compiled in the dugout's center, varying from
bones to stolen nuggets of gold.
At the base of the pile was a blue and purple egg, emitting a radiant, aurora-like glow. To Weavile, the egg was the
most valuable and spectacular of all its treasures.
Beside the sparkling mound of valuables rested another pokémon, its lengthy claws and limbs tucked beneath a rangy
body, enveloped in a sleek oxford-blue coat.
"Of course, I assure you. Your precious egg will remain safe in the depths of this den, with me."
The sneasel uttered in a modestly contemptuous yawn, uncurling itself before trudging to the egg.
"I'm counting upon it."
Snarled Weavile, incensed by Sneasel's aloofness, before darting up the narrowest tunnel. Swiftly it climbed to the
surface, writhing through the blanket of snow embedding Shirayuki Mountain.
Outside, it embarked on a journey, toiling the mountainside in search of food or scavengable items.
For the theives, productivity had been slow since the night on the frozen lake, when Weavile had come across the
egg; taken by fascination, its sole compulsion was to indulge itself at the sight of whatever stellar creature would
emerge from it.
Weavile spent little time doing anything but fortifying the egg, including scavenging for food. But now, as it finally
scoured for supplies, the egg was left in the den, with only the company of the negligent Sneasel.
In the dugout, Sneasel awoke from slumber, clutching the egg as it hungrily rifled through the stash of goods. It
spotted a single berry, buried in the heap.
Sneasel hooked the morsel with one claw, removing it from the pile. But in an instant, objects began to slide down
from the mound, before the thing lost all support, collapsing atop of Sneasel, and the egg.
Weavile returned to the hollow. What it discovered was enough for it to drop its findings in shock: everything
they'd collected was littered messily about the floor. Sneasel groaned from under the disarray, and beside it
was the shattered shell of Weavile's beloved egg- empty and completely destroyed.
"What have you done?!"
Cried out Weavile in defeat. Frantically collecting the pieces to the egg, it noticed a figure in the reflection of
one shard.
"Look behind you!"
Sneasel exclaimed, and glancing back, they saw something remarkable.
Before them stood a majestic entity, a kit of some sorts, possessing an extravagant coat and mane like the
crystalline egg it hatched from.
"It's... beautiful."
Weavile affirmed, entranced by the magnificence of the newly hatched creature.
It reached for the kit, cradling it, as to admire its newest trophy, then whispered
in adoration,
"Oh, you are perfect, simply exquisite. And now you are mine, mine to me."
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