Generations (POKEMON-TRAINERS OPEN)

[Wilte]

-Rancor-

Rancor turned in his sleep. Rain had begun to patter the earth around him, slowly at first, then increasing with speed. It was a peaceful shower -- at least for now. But Rancor hardly noticed it. His mind was stuck in a deep slumber; fractions of memories scored across his mind as he tried desperately to cling to one. His body twitched in reality, his eyes unseeing, and yet darting from side to side while closed.

[~#Black Feather#~]

The rain poured heavily, the only reason she could ignore it was from the large leaves covering her.

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[Shadow000005]

"hello" said SHadow as she walked to espeon

[Wilte]

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[Amerikawaii]

Name: Mina Mina
Age: 15
Party: 0
Personality: Tough going but clumsy, Mina falls alot but always tried her hardest
Hometown: Pallet Town
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[Wilte]

After what seemed to be ages, Rancor steadily rose to his feet. The rain poured in buckets around him; despite this, the flickering flame on his tale was determined to stay kindled. It gave off a healthier glow; the deep sleep had improved his HP by a considerable amount. Enough to be comfortable.
He briefly wondered how Nyan had made off, or if he had recovered.
Shaking his head, he sent beads of water flying from his snout. He stretched his wings experimentally, and found them to be suitable enough for short flights. It would be enough. He stood below the branches, listening for the sounds of near-by trainers. . .

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Mogurew had noticed the Charizard and now sat beside him, watching him as he spread out his wings. He waved his clawed hands, before tilting his head questioningly. Was he alright?

[Wilte]

Rancor was subtly startled when he noticed the a pokemon's presence beside him. He turned his head slightly, squinting against the rain, to see a Drillbur waving one of his clawed hands at him in greeting. There was a brief moment of silence as the Charizard considered his options, weighing each one carefully, before he swiveled heavily to face the pokemon directly. He let out a sort of soft, rumbling growl -- a sort of friendly greeting among dragon-types. He gazed at the long, curved claws -- excellent tools for battle, dense and sharp -- equipped by the Drillbur. Luckily, this pokemon appeared to be sociable; he could almost see a concerned expression on his face, but perhaps it wasn't. If it decided that it wanted to battle, Rancor could only hope that he was threatening, still, despite his ailments. But it didn't seem to be the case, this time.
(Good, he thought. The rain would not compliment his fire type, anyways.)
He looked down upon the small fellow, his lips twitching into what seemed to be a faded grin.

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

The Drillbur gave a smile back, though it was basically natural for his face. He swiveled his claws a bit, in a sort of way of stretching them, then raised his eyebrows as if to say, (Are you alright, guy?)