Post by cheren on Mar 24, 2012 22:47:01 GMT -5
[cs=3][atrb=width, 350][style= font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; line-height: 90%; letter-spacing: -1px; color: FFFFFF]i'd rather forget and not slow down,[/style] | ||
[atrb=style, padding: 10 0 0 0, btable][atrb=style, margin: 0 10 0 0][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width, 100][style=border: 2px solid #FF7711; padding: 5px][/style] [style= font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px]TAGS absolutely anyone COUNT 481 NOTES cheren's just sitting around doing nothing.[/style] | [atrb=bgcolor, FFFFFF][atrb=cellspacing, 7, btable][atrb=width, 3] | [atrb=width,350][style=float: right; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]It was someplace large enough not to be discovered. That was exactly what Cheren wanted. He trained in privacy. There was no need for prying eyes to be studying his battle techniques. In fact, he preferred that they stayed between himself and his Pokémon. He absorbed all information that crossed his paths, even including a bit of Bianca's battling style into his. The useless flips and twirls that he'd seen her Pokémon perform were usually for show. Cheren had no interests in Pokémon contests or musicals, but there was a very fine line between dodging and dancing. But today, Cheren was not training, and instead, lounged against a grand tree of White Forest. Ustina was curled in a ball in his lap, paws crossed over one another as she rested her chin upon them. With the weather getting warmer, they could afford to rest outdoors without freezing. He liked White Forest. There was the occasional traveler that passed through, but he kept out of their sights. They were often a little too eager for a battle, and after battling for so much and so long, he didn't want right now. He'd even switched his Xtransciever off to ensure that the tranquility would not be disturbed. He was entirely alone. Ustina purred throatily as Cheren massaged the skin between her purple ears. Opening one eye, the cat Pokémon glanced over her shoulder to stare at her trainer. Cheren raised a brow at the Liepard. "What?" |
Every waking hour, he denied that he was running away. This was training. It was his alone time. He was getting to know his Pokémon better. One would have figured their mutual trust was enough, but he'd learned that it wasn't just battling when it came to Pokémon. They were comrades, but more importantly, they were his friends. Briefly, he wondered why his Pokémon hadn't ditched him years ago before Alder opened up his eyes to the flawed goal that he had blindly chased after. There went something of a whole year from his life that he'd never get back. Might as well make the most of all the years to come.
Ustina rolled out of her trainer's lap and stretched her back. Eyes shut contentedly, the Pokémon occupied herself with grooming her fur. She licked at a paw with a sandpapery tongue before running it through her fur. Under normal circumstances, Cheren would have considered this to be a very good way to waste time. But he was in a particularly pensive mood today. For now, he had no problems with sitting around and meditating.[/style][/td]
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