05-03-2018, 06:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-03-2018, 06:24 PM by PhantomUnderYourDesk.)
Being searched by a special Weavile was certainly a weird feeling, personal space seemed to mean nothing for these icy Dark Types. Well, as long as it doesn't leave her covered in scratches, she lets it happen without visibly expressing any of the discomfort she subtly felt.
No allowance to pass without a having to free the way with force? How intriguing. How mildly annoying. This tree was CALLING for Shiva, every fibre of her body seemed to scream 'Let me go to it! Please!!' "You want a proof rather than words? I'm having a proof. Two proofs, to be honest... Yena, please be quiet." With a simple hand gesture, Mightyena turned silent, allowing Shiva to speak further - now with summoned Cottonee all dearly and carefully resting on her shoulder. "I studied the Grass Type. Well, personally. Why should I do that if I wouldn't care for plants, nature, herbology? Nature is a generous mother, but an intimidating one as it may destroy us in so many ways... What does nature mean, life? Probably. What does this Central Fern mean to you? Life, correct? Protection? Protection is what allows growth. Growth is what Grass Types desire. Cottonee, my loved one... you grew due to my care, didn't you? Weavile...ask her any questions and you will know that my words are no empty words."
"You want more? Here you have 'more'." *placing of the glass jar with her own glowing fern in it* "See? What does this assortment remind you on? A shirne? Probably. Maybe that's intention, and assorted deliberately - I'll treasure this fern leaf like the....well, TREASUE it is. It's a gift from nature, a unique one - would someone who does not care for nature and plants do such a thing and feel such a thing? Under my care, this fern will LIVE."
No allowance to pass without a having to free the way with force? How intriguing. How mildly annoying. This tree was CALLING for Shiva, every fibre of her body seemed to scream 'Let me go to it! Please!!' "You want a proof rather than words? I'm having a proof. Two proofs, to be honest... Yena, please be quiet." With a simple hand gesture, Mightyena turned silent, allowing Shiva to speak further - now with summoned Cottonee all dearly and carefully resting on her shoulder. "I studied the Grass Type. Well, personally. Why should I do that if I wouldn't care for plants, nature, herbology? Nature is a generous mother, but an intimidating one as it may destroy us in so many ways... What does nature mean, life? Probably. What does this Central Fern mean to you? Life, correct? Protection? Protection is what allows growth. Growth is what Grass Types desire. Cottonee, my loved one... you grew due to my care, didn't you? Weavile...ask her any questions and you will know that my words are no empty words."
"You want more? Here you have 'more'." *placing of the glass jar with her own glowing fern in it* "See? What does this assortment remind you on? A shirne? Probably. Maybe that's intention, and assorted deliberately - I'll treasure this fern leaf like the....well, TREASUE it is. It's a gift from nature, a unique one - would someone who does not care for nature and plants do such a thing and feel such a thing? Under my care, this fern will LIVE."
"Anything can be art. Anything can be self-expression. Now take your weapon and run with it" [Gerard Way]
--Windos is my OTP ❤---
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--Windos is my OTP ❤---
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