RavenWolf

The Quake (FoxOfSpades & RavenWolf)

The earthquake that struck the Sinnoh region was devastating, collapsing buildings, eliminating electricity throughout entire cities, and killing or injuring hundreds of people. Four teenagers in particular gained the knowledge of who was responsible for the devastating tragedy, Running into a pair of men calling themselves members of an organization called Team Rocket. Defeating the both of them in a fiery Pokémon Battle, the pair fled, Hinting about a location somewhere in the northern portion of the region that held their headquarters. After a long night of tears, weariness, and attempts to cheer each other up, they bonded together and agreed to track down the villains and stop them from using the mysterious object that had allowed them to create earthquakes again. Each of them have their own reasons, the injury of loved ones, The death of family, injuries to their partner Pokémon, Revenge, but all of these things helped them create a friendship that would last them over the entirety of their journey.

The new day dawned bright, despite the devastation of the previous day, The laughter still lingering around the campsite as the small group of friends busied themselves in the chill of early morning, working together to clean up their gear. As one, They moved towards the Pokémon Center, it's red roof standing out among the darker neighboring buildings, in agreement that they would make one last visit to the unconscious professor Palm. With Poppy cradled gently in his arms, Scott was the first to enter the small room they had set aside for her, Moving over to the bed where the woman lay seemingly asleep, wires and tubes connected to her arms and face. The little Piplup chirped sadly and he instinctively lifted one of his hands to place it on the back of her head, rubbing the downy feathers comfortingly.

It's going to be alright Poppy. They say that her body just need some time to heal before they can let her wake up." Scott whispered to his partner, Meeting her vivid blue gaze as she turned to look up at him. He smiled reassuringly, eyess soft. "I promise that she'll get better and be so happy to see you when we visit her next time." This seemed to cheer up The little water type, A series of short chirps and squeaks issuing from her tiny beak as she gratefully nuzzled her trainer's hand.

Hesitating in the doorway, without any reason to grieve over the unconscious stranger, Alice found herself smiling a little at the gentle tones she heard Scott using with his Pokémon, using this as evidence that he would one day become a strong and caring trainer. This made her tighten her grip slightly around her own Pokémon, the little Zorua grunting softly with the pressure and turning questioning icy colored eyes up at her before snorting softly with a flick of a pointed ear and turning his attention back towards the curious scene before him, confused why they were there in the first place. "she's Rai's and Scott's friend. They wanted to say goodbye before we left." She explained as she watched his brow furrow, meeting his eyes as they were turned back in her direction, a light of understanding within them at her explanation. Gently running her fingers through the plume of red fur between his ears, Alice glanced towards Tobin, Giving him a small but reassuring smile.

The Quake (FoxOfSpades & RavenWolf)

So good to be continuing this! :D

The Knitting of Light and Shadow (Mandachan & RavenWolf)

Ella's face lit with excitement and Jack only had a moment to look at her in bewilderment before he was suddenly being yanked onto his feet, pulled part way down the sidewalk. Mouth gaping, he stumbled forward as he tried to keep up with her excited pace, Completely ignoring the scandalized expressions on the faces of people that they passed bye. "Hold up! Are you serious?" He finally blurted out, Reaching out and grabbing her arm to bring her to a stop. He lifted both of his dark eyebrows slightly incredulous. "are you even sure that I am the Jack that you were friends with? Jack Hadley? If that is your jack, then that's me. But I could be some random homeless guy that you're inviting into your home for all you know. He studied her face very carefully for a moment, all vague fuzziness gone from his head for the moment. Expression growing serious, he continued in a much softer voice. "are you Ella Moore?"

Rescue of the Prince [Angelfowl & RavenWolf]

Giggling softly, Midna leaned casually against the rusty bars of his prison cell, a glint shimmering in the crimson iris that was not up skewered by her mask. Casually almost, she stuck one of her fingers in a pointed ear and gave it a scratch. "You know, I might be able to help you out of here.." Her lips widened into a grin that perfectly showed off her sharp canine teeth. Rolling her eye towards the ceiling of musty water stained stone, she kicked one of her small pixie feet against a bar, causing a resounding gong. She then floated in such a way that she became upside down, sitting crosslegged in the open air while her long Orange hair dangled almost to the floor beneath her. Stretching her small arms, she yawned expansively for a moment before suddenly folding her arms and looking quite serious. "Of course I would want something out of it. But go ahead, look around in the corners. You might find something interesting in one of them." With this, the bunch of hair that was tied off near the end suddenly looked strangely like a hand and gestured for the prisoner to explore his cell because of her fabulous clue. Her expression, However, didn't change. Though you might catch a hint of amusement in her eye if looking closely enough.

Narrowing his piercing blue eyes for a moment, Link turned his head to look towards one of the corners of the small room he was being kept in. The muscles of his neck felt strange, slightly watery and weak, As if waking from a very deep sleep. Shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to rid his body of the feeling, he noticed for the first time that is hands were on the floor and he seemed to be crouching down to do so. But when he looked down, he saw two paws in the place where his hands should have been. Turning his gaze to other parts of his body, he didn't seem surprised to discover he also had a tail. As if in a sort of trance, he simply accepted this discovery and moved on to the next item of business.

Turning his head and eyes back towards The corners of the room, he didn't notice much beyond the hard packed dirt floor of his cell and a few scattered pieces of straw that dotted the ground. Flicking one of his pointed ears, subconsciously noting the strangeness of the sensation, he then turned his head in the other direction. With some surprise, he discovered a figure sitting in the corner of his room, completely covered in a black cloak, their head bowed forward towards their folded legs. Instinctively, Link Took in a deep breath through his nose. Working around the Mustey smell of old straw and mildew, he caught the shark distinctive smell of lavender and roses. As if admitting to the discovery, the figure slowly lifted their head and looked out from beneath the cowl with bright intelligent gray green eyes. Princess Zelda stared at him for a seemingly infinite amount of time before a small smile turned up the corners of her lips. Without a word, she lifted one of her delicate white hands and gestured towards a spot on the floor beside her. Tearing his eyes away from her face, Link focused on the spot she was indicating. It seemed to be a weak spot in the dirt that, if moved aside by handy claws, could be used as a means of escaping his prison.

A light laugh wormed its way into his thoughts after a moment And his head instinctively swiveled In the direction of Midna. She had returned to an upright position and was leaning one of her elbows casually against a bar, Chin then resting on her hand. When their gazes met, she broke into a wide grin. "You found it! Brava. Unfortunately, I have some bad news...." As if drawn by her words, a dark figure began to slowly make their way down the hallway, Heavy boots thudding against the stone like hammer blows. Turning their head in Link's direction, fire suddenly seemed to ignite within their eyes. "... Link." The figure said in a deep gravelly voice, lifting one of their arms and stretching it out towards him even though there were several yards still between them.

Link knew from the cold sensation that emanated from his core that he didn't want to wait for that figure to get any closer. Tensing his muscles, He prepared his body to leap For the soft dirt and begin to scratch his way through to the other side. But it felt as if extra gravity was holding him down, Refusing to allow his limbs To lift even a fraction of an inch from the floor. His heart began Beating in a rapid tattoo Against the inside of his rib cage, his breathing coming in short gasps. A hot wind suddenly blew Against his face, causing the fur On his face to ruffle And sway into his eyes. Instinctively, he closed them to the sting, Blinking them Open only A few seconds later.

The pale Blue of the sky was tinged With the Equally pale gray of dawn, Halo of pink cresting the horizon. Of course, this was what he could see of the sky. The majority of his vision was blocked by a red and white nose With flaring nostrils. After a moment, they Snorted a wave of hot air across hiss face Again and he found himself provoked into a short burst of laughter.

"Epona, I find that your timing is quite perfect to rescue me from an unsettling nightmare." Link admitted as he reached up to rub lovingly on either side of the horse's nose, Earning a generous kiss of flapping lips that helped to chase The last of the chest tightening residue of the frightening dream away. Gently pushing her head away so that he could sit up, he quickly ran his fingers over his light brown hair, flattening the wild ruffle that had formed in his sleep and observing the newly dawning morning.

He had been out hunting in the forest the previous day, a startled doe his prize after he had followed the herd for several hours, shooting her cleanly through the neck just as the sun had begun to set. Of course this had meant that he had needed to find a safe spot to camp that would keep the predators away, But it had been worth it for the meat that he was providing to the village. So,, After carefully placing the wrapped body of the fallen deer securely onto Epona's back, Link carefully guided the mare down the short hillside that they had climbed together the day before to reach the small cave they had spent the night in. She seemed eager enough, prancing happily with her tail raised as they reached the bottom and entered The forest proper, Heading back towards Ordin Village.

Rescue of the Prince [Angelfowl & RavenWolf]

I hope you like it! :)

The Bonny Black Hare

Wow! That is amazing what a wonderful hobby. How did you ever get started doing such a thing? It must be beautiful work!

The Bonny Black Hare

Squeezing out of the exit she had made on the other end of the tunnel that had helped with her timely escape, Branna heaved A small sigh of relief, Shaking the dirt from her fur before tilting her head back the direction she had come and caulking her ears to listen. Distantly, she could hear the baying of the hounds intermittently punctuated by a whinny, But the sound seemed to be steadily distancing themselves from her, heading in the opposite direction. Her body sagged gratefully at the information, ears drooping back against her head, And she wearily turn her body in the direction that would take her home, starting off with a prominent limp as she favored her right hind leg.

The journey was slow going and evening began to creep up on the world as the hare wove her path through the trunks of the trees. By the time she hopped her way out into the clearing outside of the cottage, the last hints of twilight were fading in the western horizon. With what little strength was left to her, Branna concentrated on her body, stretching out her legs, lifting herself onto her hind feat. Gradually, but quickly, her body began to grow, the thick black fur receding, long ears shrinking away. As she came to the small well near the front of the building, she gratefully leaned against it's stone lip with her human hands, thankful to be back in her own skin once more.

After a long moment, With the quiet of the night punctuated by her steady panting, a laugh suddenly bubbled up within her, Breaking past her lips in a breathless tinkle. Supporting her weight with her hips against the stone, she lifted her hands and rubbed them over the skin of her face, through the ringlets of her dark hair, and laughed. "you foolish lass." She managed to get out between bursts of giggles, Shaking her head slowly. "almost got yourself killed over a bit of fun. But oh, what fun it was." Continuing to chuckle with amusement at her own silly game, Branna lifted A bucket from beside the well up to the opening, letting it drop into the darkness in a sudden descent until she heard a splash as it hit the water below.. Waiting only a moment, she reached for the handle to the left of the structure, cranking it with a steady rhythm until the wooden container reappeared, Full to the brim with clear liquid. Reaching out, she pulled it to her, resting it against the top of the wall. Cupping her hand, she scooped a mouthful of the cold liquid passed her waiting lips, Savoring the sweet liquid as it washed away the dry feeling on her tongue. With another grateful sigh, She lifted the bucket into her arms, Taking every limp she received in payment for her foolishness as she carried it into the stone cottage.

Placing The bucket of water onto the stone hearth of The fireplace with a soft thunk, The young woman reached out to carefully touch the outer surface of the kettle she had left to hang over the flames, pleased when she discovered that it was still warm. Before she lifted it from its hook, she threw A couple of fresh logs onto the glowing embers, Provoking their gentle flicker into new life. Satisfied with the quickly growing flames licking eagerly at the fresh wood, Branna retrieved the water and took it over to her table, setting it onto the surface before she retrieved a shallow dish and a handful of clean white bandages, a washing cloth, and a small bottle of wine. Before sitting down, she carefully bent and retrieved her discarded dress, letting The soft material fall over her naked body and cut the chill that she had started to feel. With nimble and well practiced fingers, she tied the ribbon at her back into a bow, Straightening out her skirts before returning back to her task. Lowering herself into one of the chairs at the table, she went about filling the bowl with water, pulling another chair closer to her, And propping her injured leg onto it's supportive surface. With several grimaces, she carefully began to clean and inspect her wounds, wincing as several of The punctures broke open anew.

"you deserve every one of these." She spoke to herself as she began disinfecting the cuts with the wine, biting at her lower lip as they stung and prickled unpleasantly "that dog nearly took your leg off. You should be grateful that didn't happen."talking aloud to herself seemed to be helping with the swell of guilt she felt in her stomach and the pain of the bite on her leg, Keeping her going as she found some left over herbs to make a poultice to spread over her wounds, Bandaging the lower half of her calf and the entirety of her ankle in clean strips of cloth. "there." She breathed, Tying off the end of her wrappings. "feeling better already." She mustered up A small smile, for it was truly beginning to feel a little less tender, even allowing her to put her weight onto her leg for a short time as she stood, collecting The things on the table to put them away.

The Knitting of Light and Shadow (Mandachan & RavenWolf)

Something quite solid suddenly caught Jack's ankle and jerked it towards his other foot, the same solid something crashing onto his shins, sending small jolts of pain up his legs. Hazel eyes flying open in surprise, he found himself staring dumbly at a young woman sprawled on the sidewalk next to him, her legs still over his ratty sneakers. She had just Levered herself up onto her hands and knees, Reaching hastily for groceries that had fallen out of the plastic bags she had obviously been carrying, looking slightly embarrassed with the situation. She glanced at him momentarily before she reached for her purse and he almost gave a wry smile. It would be just like a woman meeting a homeless stranger to worry about her purse... But then, the last thing he expected happened. The twenty dollar bill that was extended to him looked like a fortune, His hand shooting out halfway to grab it before he hesitated, looking at the woman warily. Blinking, he snatched The money away from her, Not wanting her to suddenly change her mind and put it away again. Only half listening to what she was saying, Jack hastily stuffed the money into one of his pockets, Mind already branching out to the possible locations of any local dealers, His head nodding absently. And then she said her name. All at once, his attention was snapped into place, focusing on her face, her voice.

"I had a friend named Ella once." He rasped, Throat and mouth dry from disuse. Quickly clearing his throat, he continued in a much more coherent voice. "I have one of those faces that people always seem to recognize. But it's Jack." Thoughts beginning to drift again, he quietly wondered just how much she had in her purse, what kind of food she had in the grocery bags was his secondary thought as his stomach grumbled once again. "thanks for the cash Ells." He flashed her a grin, Thinking back to the time when he had indeed had a friend with her same name and falling back on the nickname he had used out of habit. Breaking eye contact with her, he hungrily inspected her belongings, ready to jump forward as soon as she tried to get up.

The Knitting of Light and Shadow (Mandachan & RavenWolf)

With an explosive sigh, Jack Hadley let his head fall back against the concrete wall of the building he had collapsed next to, balling his long hands into fists before proceeding to slam them on each of his bent knees. He needed a fix badly, Feeling as if it had been months since his last hit, Even though the reality was that it had only been a few days. The slight quavering in his hands was testimony enough that it had been one day too many already. Trying to ignore the twitching of his left hand, The young man focused hard on the stars overhead, letting each point of light pierce his senses.

He hadn't always been in this situation, Out on the Streets without a home to go to or money to purchase food, his life caught up in a tangle of drugs and debt... No, at one time he had actually been quite happy with his circumstances. He had grown up in a decent middle-class home, The youngest of three boys. He had gone to a series of fancy schools, Made excellent friends, had been well-liked and popular, Captain of the basketball team in high school. And then after only a year in college, working for a Business that was quickly climbing the ladder, He made a huge investment in a Store of his own that he claimed would make him a rich man. Except that it hadn't. The whole company bombed within the first three months of it's opening, The money going down the drain and costing him even more then he could earn. His girlfriend promptly left him, claiming that she had only been interested in his inevitable fortune, The small condo he had owned falling behind on payments and eventually coming to a foreclosure, his car taken away for one too many parking tickets and the lack of gas, Insurance, or payments on the amount still due. He had crashed rather then fallen into a hole that he couldn't find his way out of. What little money he still had to his name had gone into alcohol at first, trying to drive away the pain through intoxication. But when that hadn't felt sufficient to him, he had given in to the pressure of a friend, finally let a needle slip beneath his skin. That experience, the high and the absolute freedom of the pain had been his downfall, his body instantly craving more ecstasy, Both emotional and physical, wanted to feel that freedom again and again, even though it was progressively getting worse...

But that, of course, was in his past. It didn't matter what he had been, Not now as he sat on the hard concrete sidewalk, Hands quivering and stomach rumbling loudly in his gut. His thoughts began to flicker towards the possibility of rummaging through restaurant trash cans, Even tensed up his muscles to get to his feet, but his malnourished and scrawny frame refused to respond, picking the most inopportune moments to want to take a break. A dry and humorless laugh escaped him, Closing his heavy eyelids to the world and began to wish at that moment for nothing more then death.

The Knitting of Light and Shadow (Mandachan & RavenWolf)

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