DarkAngel91
Looking for a Fletchling for OR
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- Soaring the skies of Hoenn
- Seen Oct 4, 2015
Angel's control of her wings slipped. Her irridecent purple wings flexed and then remained out. "Oh, don't cry..please, don't cry little Mew.", she said, her voice soft. She gently and carefully picked up the Mew and held it in her lap. The Mew seemed so sad. "Don't cry little Mew. Please, don't cry." She pet the little Mew's head softly, gently. NightStar and FrostStar laid on either side of her. Angel had studied Pokemon for a long time. She found a leaf that had fallen from a tree. It was still green. She picked it up and played a song her great-grandma had taught her. She had taught her how to play the leaf whistle. The song was one that instilled peace in pokemon.