Tailon
Gryffindork
Bright light flooded the darkness in Nimbasa City as night fell over its famous amusement park. Small Pokemon battles had begun to spring up in a few flattened areas in the shadow of the enormous Ferris wheel, and a young man with rust colored hair had just arrived. An enormous Honchkrow hovered above him, fluttering his black jacket from the downdraft. Dust swirled slightly around his canvas shoes and blue jeans as he surveyed the immediate area, looking for a worthy opponent. It came to his attention that most of the people battling here didn’t battle often, or particularly well.
Dean Hale brushed some of the dust from his grey t-shirt as he continued looking around. Just within his peripheral vision, something caught his eye; a small pillar of flame rising from the head of a nearby Infernape. The Flame Pokemon was unlike any Dean had seen before, its fur a golden color where it should have been brown. Fascinated, Dean slowly approached the Infernape and its trainer.
“ ‘Scuse me,” he said to the other trainer, tapping him on the shoulder, “Is this your Infernape? Would you mind telling why his fur is that color?”
Dean Hale brushed some of the dust from his grey t-shirt as he continued looking around. Just within his peripheral vision, something caught his eye; a small pillar of flame rising from the head of a nearby Infernape. The Flame Pokemon was unlike any Dean had seen before, its fur a golden color where it should have been brown. Fascinated, Dean slowly approached the Infernape and its trainer.
“ ‘Scuse me,” he said to the other trainer, tapping him on the shoulder, “Is this your Infernape? Would you mind telling why his fur is that color?”