It was a dark and ominous night. A small Cubone tribe leaded by an old Marowak was running for cover. It was raining heavily. An older Cubone strayed from the group, for it heard a cry, one it has never heard before. With bone in hand, it was waiting for anything it had to face. It went through the bushes. It stood gaped, eyes wide. The Cubone had found a baby. She was as big as the pkmn, but it had the sufficient strenght to cope with her weight.
Moments later, the Cubone returned to the tribe.
The wise old Marowak looked at the baby with deep recognition. The Marowak nodded, and the whole tribe approved her. Her guardian shall be the Cubone that found her. And thus began the life of an orphaned grl...
13 years pass. The grl has learned many intricate and mystifying things... the pkmn way. She grew into a young, dark skinned grl. She now has beautiful marks made out of mud. Her hair, though dirty, looks gorgeous, framing her face with long curls. She wears clothes made out of dirt and mud. Luckly, she also found a pair of leather gloves and shoes. She now wears the skull of its deceased Cubone mother, the same one that rescued her life in that terrible storm 13 years ago. She is sometimes jealous. She always forgets that she is a human, not a pkmn , so she cannot 'evolve'. She also wishes to have a tail like her brothers. She is usually leading the tribe through forstes and caves. Her name is relatively unknown, but few call her Ryka...
 ii Pancaker · Mon Jul 28, 2008 @ 01:49pm · 2 Comments |
