The Alluring Passions of a Trainer's Mind...[QoB and Maximillian Crowloft]
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				Title: <strong>The Alluring Passions of a Trainer's Mind...[QoB and Maximillian Crowloft]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen of Blades</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 21:55:07</strong>
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				Absol bolted into the city, which she rarely ever did. But the there was a subtle change in the weather. She knew there was a storm coming. It would destroy the small city below the mountains. As she ran into the city, the people stared at her and gave her a stange look. A young trainer standing in front of the pokemon center, looking eager to catch her. She growled&nbsp; angrily and watched as the young human stepped away from her. Absol never wanted to be caught. She lived freely and roamed the mountains. She tried to avoid trainers for the reason that she hated fighting. It always ruined her white gorgeous coat of fur. The weather shifted once more and she looked toward the town and began to warn them of the coming storm. One man cried out. <br>"Hey that's an Absol, they are disaster bringers!" <br>An older woman cried out in anger. "It will only bring destruction! We need to get&nbsp; that monster out of here!" The people of the city began to become scared and hostile towards Absol. The kids began to throw stones at her. One struck her leg and another struck her in the face. Anger built up as the people she was trying to help attacked her. A young man came up to her from behind and struck her with a pipe, leaving a huge gash in her side. Blood began to seep from her wounds onto the dirt road below her. She saw the people of the town cry out in joy, seeing that the pokemon who had come to warn them was now slowly bleeding to death. Absol knew she had to leave now or they would surely kill her. Looking back to the forest, she ran away from the humans and lost them in the thick of the forest. She could hear there angry cries behind her, but she knew she needed to keep running. After she knew she had put some distance between herself and the town, she collapsed to the forest floor, her gorgeous coat drenched in her own blood. Her eyes slowly began to close and the world became dark. Absol felt that she was going to die.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alluring Passions of a Trainer's Mind...[QoB and Maximillian Crowloft]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 23:01:47</strong>
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				Adrian had seen the storm coming on his sophisticated weather-predictors and had chosen the forest as the safest place in the region to wait it out. The people of the neighbouring town would have heard it was coming from the news, or not. In any case, there was no way he could be of help to them. Or so he told himself anyway. It was a pokemon eat pokemon world, and helping others wasn't high on Adrian's list of priorities. <br><br>What he had not expected though, was to see an Absol in these regions. They usually lived in more secluded areas. His hunter instinct fired up, though hit a snag as he noticed the fact that it was slumping. Mere moments after he'd seen the pokemon it fell down onto the mossy floor with a soft thud. <br><br>He was up before he knew it, snatching his bag from the floor before making his way to the pokemon to see what exactly was going on. Had it just lost a fight to another pokemon? They rarely beat eachother up this bad. No, this looked different. She looked strong, and there were few signs of fighting back. <br><br>It was do or die time, and Adrian saw a chance he couldn't let slip. Digging into the sturdy backpack for a hyper potion, this one looked like it needed all the help it could get. The spray would sting, sending electrical pulses throughout her system. It even activated the adrenaline systems, allowing pokemon in combat to hold out much longer. Healing wounds still took its time, but it would give her more than a fighting chance. <br><br>Being a trainer at heart though, Adrian couldn't pass up this opportunity to catch a rare pokemon. He pressed one of his many Ultraballs against her half ruined coat of fur. The crimson light sucked her up, there was no way she could fight against it, not in this state. The next she would see, would be the inside of a pokemon centre. One of the nurses, often nicknamed Joy, and a young man in expensive clothing looking over her in this sterilised room. <br><br>"Don't worry," The man started, "You're going to be alright."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alluring Passions of a Trainer's Mind...[QoB and Maximillian Crowloft]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Queen of Blades</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 16:37:29</strong>
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				Absol thought that this would be the end for her. But she was wrong. There was a quick shock that was sent through her body. She could feel her heart speeding up and her site returning to her. But once she felt the surge of energy, something took hold of her. Once she felt it, she knew what it was. It was the&nbsp; terrible binds of a poke ball. <br><br>She was too weak to fight back, so it took hold of her and captured her. Sadness filled her heart knowing that she would never roam free again. Knowing tha there was no escape from this hell, she curled up inside the poke ball and waited for her fate. <br><br>Some time had passed and Absol had fallen asleep in the small confines of the poke ball. A bright light filled her vision and blinded her for a moment. She looked up and saw humans standing above her. Her first instinct said run. But her body felt strange, something was holding her back. All of her limbs were heavy and numb. They felt like giant rocks were attached to them. <br><br>Anger filled her as she lay on the table. But she then noticed what they were doing. They were patching up her wound. Her anger lessened but she did not like the idea of being someone's pet. One of the humans with bright pink hair stroked her head. She gave Absol a warm smile and called for a young man to enter. The pokemon was filled with fear, after her last encounter. He looked different than the humans who just attacked her. He had a sense of class about him. She looked at him with her birght eyes. Was this the man to be her owner?<br>Was he to enslave her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Alluring Passions of a Trainer's Mind...[QoB and Maximillian Crowloft]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 23:26:04</strong>
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				"Are you alright, Absol?" The man in the expensive outfit asked her with a tone that was comprised of a strange mix of arrogance and concern. He asked whether she was alright, but said Absol not as a name though as a definition of her species. "My name is Adrian and I took you from the forest. What was it that attacked you?" <br><br>His fingers neared her, approaching one of the places where her fur coat had gotten damaged by the villagers earlier. Smart enough not to touch her wounds, he circled it. She was half-sedated, no risk there. Though something pulled him towards this rare pokemon, something told him she might be more interesting than what he could see at first glance. <br><br>His head turned towards one of the attendees helping the nurse, issuing a command deducted from the tone of his voice, though the exact details would have escaped the still drowsy pokemon. For now all she had to do was lie still and answer his questions while the nurse attended her wounds. She would live, that much was certain. Now this trainer would settle on the details of her future, that was something she would have to get used to though.
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