Cross between two worlds chapter 1 of 3
Lying inside the den was my mate that appeared to be in perfect with a four of pups that were each now about as big as a pachirisu, playing with a vine that i had found on the hunting trip before my last, another arcanine walked in holding a tiny phanpy in
Grabbing a Flight Bite
Bree fills a phanpy-shaped watercan. then, as she's sprinkling it on her berry bush's leaves, mistral's swellow air banner carves through fudgy horror. the pokemon's various items separate, dispersed throughout the ever-growing train.
Regrets
.\*\* [incomplete thought] \*\* the clearing i ended up in was suspiciously empty, especially so when considering the fact that less than five minutes ago there was more noise than a parade of phanpy.
A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 20
I would never consider someone with spiked hair in the style of a mohawk be the trainer of a phanpy. as soon as we had a lull in the stream of trainers, i turned to joy. "do you think jon is alright?" i asked.