Post by N on Jan 5, 2012 18:38:50 GMT -5
[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/111/111699.png);][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign, top][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; height: 100px; border: 5px E0D5C3 solid; ] [/style][style=padding-left: 2px;margin-left: 10px; width: 108px; background-color: E0D5C3;font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; color: 0c0c0d;]TAGS: OPEN[/style][style=padding-left: 2px; margin-left: 10px; width: 108px; background-color: E0D5C3;font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; color: 0c0c0d;]WORDS: 478[/style][style=padding-left: 2px; margin-left: 10px; width: 108px; background-color: E0D5C3;font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: justify; text-align: justify; color: 0c0c0d;]NOTES: PEEK-A-BOO[/style] | [atrb=style, border-left: 4px A3ABAD solid;][bg=E0D5C3][style= margin-left: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: 313144; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 300px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]The moss cowered in fear as the trainer stepped into it; a foot that it had not seen enter its grounds before. The vast trees breathed in a new scent that they had not smelled before, yet it was familiar. The green-haired trainer stepped into the opening; the forest had sensed his non-harmful properties and allowed him into the clearing, one of the only places in the world that was excluded from the war erupting outside of the grasslands that surrounded it. It was the only place that didn’t seem to be tainted with that essence of decay and rusted bullets that lay underneath the soil on the path towards the White Forest. N loved the location of White forest, the fact that it was full of Pokémon that were untouched and the citizens were so civilized and oblivious to everything going on outside of their world, their own little world. He could hear them, the Pokémon that shrouded themselves intelligently within the bushes that surrounded him, waiting for N to say something, to do something. No one dared to disturb the peace that was held in the White Forest, but the forest itself, the trees, the soil, the roots, they all tested anyone who wanted to enter their territory, disposing of anyone who had malignant purposes. However, all was not well within the forest, for it knew that there was something going on the outside, it knew that it’s fellow forestry was being torn down, burned down by the humans that had inhabited it’s surrounding lands centuries after the trees had arrived. Nobody knew but N, he could feel the trees’ presence, centuries of history all packed into one area, embodied with a magical shroud hiding it from anyone that could harm its inhabitants or even the trees that stood triumphantly inside its borders. An Elekid ran through the clearing, possibly to tell its neighbours that a human had found their way into its home, something that was supposed to keep out outsiders, or was it? N was allowed in, so why wouldn’t someone else? Why was it that Nox and Lux had been finding it extremely difficult to find the place, forget actually entering the borders of the enchanted forestry? It swarmed with Pokémon of all different types, with a small village only a mile backwards through the make-shift path that N had walked upon. The rustling echoed through the clearing. N turned his head towards the direction, his eyes weary of whoever else was in this direction, his hand reaching for the Pokéball that was so close to his grasp. Whether it was an overprotective Pokémon or a Lux member that had somehow gotten through the forest’s boundaries with their mask of innocence, was negligible, it was entering the clearing and N, former King of Team Plasma, former King of Unova, had to be ready.[/style] |
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[/style][style=float:right; width:330px; background-color:cacaca; margin-top:30px; margin-left:-165px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; opacity:.8; font-size:9px; padding:10px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial;color:000000]Alyssa made her way quietly through the serene forest. War had raged around this forest, yet it seemed as though it brimmed with health. It’s almost as if it’s alive... Alyssa realized silently, looking around at the various trees, bushes, and pokemon that seemed to be shyly watching her from their small groups scattered here and there throughout the peaceful woodland. It’s so calm and quiet... she thought, stopping in her tracks and placing a hand lightly upon a tree, her light blue eyes looking at the whole structure. It wasn’t just a plant in her eyes. She knew it was a living being. Although it may not have a face or heart, Alyssa felt as though it still had something. The same went for the other plants surrounding her.