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Dr-Kineil-Wicks — PKMNLI--June Event Week 2--Don't Waterfall
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For Lofty-Isles
Story time!
Fubuki deeply disliked the fact that there was no one else on their ranch that could do this—but as she said, she didn’t trust the fate of their ranch’s leader to other, less capable talons.
Said ranch leader looked about as enthused about all this as she did—that is to say, not at all. Their mind was roiling in the way it did when they were trying to think of nothing at all—she shifted on her claws as they approached with a saddle, held up a talon before removing her pearl harness herself and draping it over Kailani.
“I trust you to keep these safe,” she informed the little Seel mix.
Kailani was still looking awed and relieved, ice crown glistening in the sun, gently running her feathers over the pearls as her brother adjusted his hold on her, sister holding the keystone that contained the other brother. The others were mostly loitering around, and it gave her something to focus on as her skin crawled at the feeling of a saddle being put on her.
She turned her head and glared at Spook as they started adjusting it.
“I only came because I was told you had no other choice,” she declared. “With that in mind, I expect to win. Do not get on me if you do not share that same conviction.”
Spook’s head tipped, face a porcelain beak similar to hers—she wouldn’t admit it, but she shared the conviction behind the one theory, that Spook was in reality a Murkrow in disguise.
They finally dipped their head, and she allowed them to mount her before slipping away to the starting position, ignoring the catcalls some of the other Pokémon were tossing at her. Not worthy.
She tuned them out, focusing instead on the sounds of those from her ranch, listening as the person organizing the race announced the rules, bracing her coiling muscles in anticipation of when she could go….
“Don’t fall,” she told Spook, feeling them brace too—
“Ready,” the announcer bellowed. “Set—GO!”
She was off like a shot, muscles uncoiling, launching herself a good ten feet before her body skimmed the water—flap her two sets of wings to get a few more skips in before going in a shallow dive, shooting back up and hearing Spook snorting water out—
A Sharpedo/Milotic/Lapras skimmed along one side, just barely missing her.
“You and your feathers have no business here,” he hissed, his trainer snarling at Spook as well. “You silly little outsiders won’t last another minute.”
Spook saw no need to answer, so she saw no need either—power ahead, forcing herself to stay one length ahead of the other ‘mon, others skimming by—the field was stretched out now, and several had already reached the end of the lake, where she felt a current getting stronger—
And disappearing over the edge.
“Give up, outsider!” the Sharpedo-cross snarled. “You and your trainer lack the stomach for this—your pretty little wings will lock and you’ll dash against the rocks beneath!”
“I have no fear!” she shot back, shooting ahead with an Aqua Jet and catching him by surprise—coil at the last possible second to get airborne—
I have one fear, she felt Spook think, right as her body started to tip and she angled her beak downward.
In those glittering seconds before gravity asserted itself, looking down into the roiling mists that the waterfall shot down into, spying the rocky outcroppings jutting out, she could understand that hesitation.
But she could not afford it.
“Hold on!” she cried, folding her wings and arrowing her body, letting gravity take over—heave to the side to avoid the first obstacle, nearly spiraling out of control when Spook’s weight threw her off—
She felt a tickle, mentally, listened—got an image, an idea—
She arced her wings, cupping them to catch the air, angling them to keep them near the waterfall—Spook was moving their weight with hers now, sending them shooting down so fast that her ears popped—relaxed her wings a bit, letting the air and mist play along her feathers as they plummeted, assured that she’d sense any obstacle before it became a problem—like the ground—
Behind us!
She folded a wing, spinning to the side as the Sharpedo-cross plummeted, his trainer shooting a laugh back at them—
She narrowed her eyes, angled back, folding her wings in tight, sending air whistling past them.
She would not lose to the likes of that.
Final word count: 754 words
Event time! And we have a How to Train Your Dragon moment...I looked up flying fish when writing this to get a general idea of how Fubuki would interact with water--seriously, you need to look those fish up.
AndI'mearlywhatamIdoinghalp--
So! levels!
700/100 = 7
Event Bonus +2
Trainer Bonus +2
7 + 2 + 2 = 11 Levels!
Fubuki learned Aqua Jet!
Fubuki learned Agility!
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Honorable Mentions:
Channeling their inner Hiccup…or maybe Jake Sulley….
Poke count: 11 Poke
Faction Count: 10 Zygarde
Felt inspired to do the art and then was thinking about a story to go along with it—got it, decided to go with it, bon appetit. Now back to school….
On the positive side, kickin’ new wallpaper. 
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Done in Microsoft Word.
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