Poliwrath_264
Legacy Name: Poliwrath_264

Kanto dex: #062 || National Dex: #062
Generation I Pokemon

Have you heard about the Terror of Goulcrest Manor? They say that a super strong Pokemon that was once abused and then abandoned by its owner lives there. They say that whenever someone decides to visit the manor, the Pokemon rises up from the pond and attacks them before they can even take a step inside! I'm surprised they haven't sent /them/ in yet to capture the creature and relocate him somewhere where he won't cause anymore harm.

Luke listened carefully to the two women gossiping to one another on his left, taking a quick swig of cola from his soda can in irritation. Were they really suggesting that they should send in a team to capture the Pokemon and "relocate" him somewhere? Don't they understand that those types of teams don't relocate them, but rather put them out of their misery? Slamming the can down onto the table, he quickly stood and made his way over to them.

So... this Goulcrest Manor. Where is it located? About how long would it take me to get there by foot? he managed to ask, a small growl escaping his lips at the very end. If what they said was true, and the Pokemon had been abused and abandoned by its trainer, did it really need to be put down? If there was a chance, even a small one, that Luke could save this Pokemon from imminent destruction, he had to try. After all, he could honestly relate to how this particular Pokemon must feel.

Still under major construction! More coming soon!





Into the future we go...

Two years have gone by after the incident with the houndour. Grovyle never returned to her owner, but rather began traveling and exploring the world around her-- staying very clear from any and all fire-type Pokemon, and fleeing from them when she does happen across one. She has stuck to herself, rarely relying on anybody for food, shelter, or help in healing. Despite this, she is beginning to grow tired of wandering the world alone.









Friday. It is the only day that I have to myself, and I was going to spend every minute of it celebrating. I had accomplished much in my twenty-three years on Earth, and now at the start of my twenty-fourth, I couldn't help get a little anxious. Did I really choose the right path? What if I chose the wrong path? Could I still escape and go the straight and narrow path? I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

No. College was for people who have hopes and dreams. It was for people who wanted to conform to the rules that they have always lived by. I am not one of those type of people. No. I am someone who lives my life on the edge. Whenever I get into a fight, its plainly for the thrill of it. Though... the paycheck isn't half bad. I opened my eyes as I gently swirled the drink in my glass. I knew it would only be a matter of time before my luck and experience would fail me, and I would not complete the job I was given.

Lost in thought, I almost didn't notice the men looming in the corner of the pub. They were talking amongst themselves, but often cast their looks in my direction. A felt a small twisted smile creep onto my face. I rose from my table, plopped a couple of fat bills on the table and strolled past them towards the doors. As I passed them, I heard their breath hitch in the back of their throats and I snickered. So it was true. My reputation precedes me.

Almost as if to confirm my thoughts, my head snaps in the direction of a deep throaty laugh. The shadows surrounded the man, but I could smell the reek of cigars from where I stood. Pretending that I hadn't realized someone was there, I turn my back to the shadows and head out of the alleyway-- the first mistake. I could hear the footsteps of multiple people running, and they were coming towards me. I kept walking-- the second mistake.

Lost in thought, I almost didn't notice the men looming in the corner of the pub. They were talking amongst themselves, but often cast their looks in my direction. A felt a small twisted smile creep onto my face. I rose from my table, plopped a couple of fat bills on the table and strolled past them towards the doors. As I passed them, I heard their breath hitch in the back of their throats and I snickered. So it was true. My reputation precedes me.








To Do:

-- Make into a _____ Urubu
-- Start on TC
-- Find a matching/decent minion
-- Attempt to create an overlay
-- Find friends for Swinub





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