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Silver flowers gleaming in the light of the full moon, their air born pollen glistening in the crisp night time air. It would have been impossible to walk through the field without walking on the flowers, but the white ninetales, who's light blue eyes glowed in the low light conditions, wouldn't of tried even if it was possible. The flowers felt so nice and soft as they were crushed under her paws.
So this is the Velkyn valley. Nothing too special about it, I'm just glad I ate something decent recently as there looks to be little to eat here at the moment except berries. I really would hate to resort to eating those...
As she yawned, the moon light caught her fangs. They looked as if they glowed more than her eyes, though only for a moment. Instinctively she took laying down slowly, even if there were no twigs or anything that could break and make a sound beneath her or anyone around who would care if they did. Soon she was completely on the ground and her eyes slowly closed. Curling up for a more snuggly position, to conserve her high temperature, ripped some flowers from the ground and broke the steams of others. Not that it mattered, being so much hotter than most pokemon, laying there would make the flowers around her wilt anyway, especially when so far from the river.
Perhaps tomorrow more victims will move in to this death trap with so little cover to hide in whatsoever, but for now the night is nearly over and it is time to rest.
The clouds were hues from orange to pink in the brilliant sun rise. The light quickly spread across the valley floor, where some flowers were just opening and other just closing. From high up in the cliff face wall it look remarkable, even if the changing patterns were a bit slow. There were minor disturbances in the flowers as pokemon move through them, the large pokemon being visible themselves.
“It's like an itch I can scratch,” A large golden dragonite growled from his perch, staring downwards into the valley, “Its so hard t resist the urge to fly down there and deal with those whom are disturbing our flowers. Still they are our invited guests...”
“Yes, they are guests here,” A laugh came out of the shadows behind him, from another dragonite, his sister, Sanye. “And you have to be patent. As much as it is our right to start explaining to them what we think is the code of honor that they have to live by while here, we shall wait... wait till one has the nerve to confront us about it.”
“But it's such a long climb up here, it'd take hours for most pokemon to manage the climb up here. What kind of pokemon would risk so much by coming to us anyway? Why can't we just start right away or at least go to ask their opinion?”
“No, one has to show willing to speak to us. We can always assist their climb once they've shown they are determined enough. It's wrong to interfere till one of them asks us to do so, merely hoping we influence things in their favor.” Sanye leaps out of the shadows and pushes her brother, shoving him out of the cave. “You need to stretch you wings a bit, the exercise always gets your brain working in the morning. Otherwise your too much of an action person.”
Thus the sight of a dragonite, after falling a short distance before starting to use his wings, flying from it's cave is visible to those below in the valley...