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[FONT="]Hearing the not too distant sound of raised voices, Prowler started barking in excitement; "Growrowrowrowrow!!!" he called out. Naturally this was enough to arouse Frix's playful side causing the luxio to shed some excess static and bound forward, although he remained silent. The pokémon's flurry of activity was enough to cause their third friend to reveal itself; Celia lightly padded out of the shallow water where she had been all but invisible in her water-like form and swiftly followed her young master and his even younger pokémon.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Well, I suppose they can't miss me now[/FONT] [FONT="], Devin found himself musing as Prowler chased Frix not too far ahead of him, baying loudly all the while. Now that he was closer to this other group he was able to properly observe them; all three looked older than him with the oldest being the guy with a fresh brushed silver mane kneeling next to the rather impressive cook-fire that had been made. Next to him was what he deducted to be the source of the earlier raised voice; a lithe girl who seemed to be in the depths of a modest outburst. I'll have to watch that one, I think, he found himself thinking. Finally, leaving the little morning fire they had was a saffron-haired lad with an aura not greatly removed from that of a kicked puppy.
Devin stole a glance at the small shelter closer to the tree line. Hrm, none of these seem to be the girl I thought I saw in my dream… He'd thought some girl had been tending to him but he wasn't sure if that had been a dream or a snatch of consciousness. We're going to make an interesting troupe.
While he was within shouting range he knew his voice wouldn't hold up to it so he settled for lifting his left arm above his head in an exaggerated wave, being unable to do such with his right due to the dull ache just below his armpit on that side.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Well, I suppose they can't miss me now[/FONT] [FONT="], Devin found himself musing as Prowler chased Frix not too far ahead of him, baying loudly all the while. Now that he was closer to this other group he was able to properly observe them; all three looked older than him with the oldest being the guy with a fresh brushed silver mane kneeling next to the rather impressive cook-fire that had been made. Next to him was what he deducted to be the source of the earlier raised voice; a lithe girl who seemed to be in the depths of a modest outburst. I'll have to watch that one, I think, he found himself thinking. Finally, leaving the little morning fire they had was a saffron-haired lad with an aura not greatly removed from that of a kicked puppy.
Devin stole a glance at the small shelter closer to the tree line. Hrm, none of these seem to be the girl I thought I saw in my dream… He'd thought some girl had been tending to him but he wasn't sure if that had been a dream or a snatch of consciousness. We're going to make an interesting troupe.
While he was within shouting range he knew his voice wouldn't hold up to it so he settled for lifting his left arm above his head in an exaggerated wave, being unable to do such with his right due to the dull ache just below his armpit on that side.[/FONT]
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