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redlegend-a · 3 years

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The moon was high. The air chilly and sharp, but he was used to the climate. Rotuk shifts on a branch; looking down at Red from the shadows of his favored tree. His feet, which were more like hands gripped the branch as he swung down. With a snicker he snatched Red's hat from his head and then leaped to the neighboring tree where he looked it over with a graveling purr. -ancientbloodline

He flinches and ducks, and his hair falls into his eyes- and his hat’s gone. There’s a moment of confusion and he shakes the snow off his messy bangs in an effort to peek around. What snagged his ha-

What was that? No Pokémon he’d ever seen before. There was a Pokémon leaping through the gnarled trees with his hat, and peering at him. Red stares up at the tree. It’s a clear disadvantaged position.

He fishes around for some treats in his pocket and finds a few holes and a couple crumbs before one of the soft caramelized ones he’d made earlier.

He holds it like an offer, out to negotiate.

#ask #oh his hair's a fucking mess PLEASEEEE #Anonymous #ancientbloodline

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heytabbayfinds · 4 years

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Meet Sabrina Blackwell, the founder of my Ancient Bloodline Legacy Challenge. Sabrina is all work and no play. I think it’s safe to say that love isn’t high on her priorities list. She’s too smart for her own good and sometimes that gets her in trouble. She’s witty, confident, and most of all kind hearted. Her hobbies consist of mainly reading books at the library and nature walks. But her life’s passion is and always has been magic ✨Sabrina is fully capable of being the greatest spellcaster of her generation, but will she succeed?

#ts4 #Ancientbloodline #legacychallenge #Realmofmagic #Magic #Gen1

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tastingtime · 3 years

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@ancientbloodline continued from x

when he was asked for more, cilan nodded his head and scooped some more of the stew into the bowl, he still had enough for about six more servings if there were other’s who joined later on. cilan always cooked for more than himself, it was the chef in him.

“here you go,” he said, holding out the bowl once more as he watched in amazement when the oran berry was picked off the tree and given to him by the other. so, he was a pokemon--or was he? cilan still wasn’t sure since some humans HAD psychic abilities.

he took the berry and noticed that it was ripe..he’d give it to pansage later, he knew his companion would love it.

“thank you, i’ll keep it for my friend.” he was resting inside of his pokeball at the moment, the grass type had been in a battle earlier and was tuckered out.

#ancientbloodline #i hope it's okay to continue this here!!!!#on his own journey. Verse ii

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stilesmcgraw · 5 years

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