pokemorphs-club

The sun blazed upon a forest as though Groudon amplified its rays. Plenty of Pokémon hid underneath branches, underground, or behind trees. A few Stantler stalked near a tree, reaching for a berry within reach. Just as the fruit was only inches away from a Stantler’s mouth, she paused and wiggled her ears. A car’s roar came closer, coming from the dirt path. Perhaps the human or humans driving it were passing through and not approaching for their antlers, but it best not to leave it to chance. The Stantler group leaped away from the road into the forest’s shadows. A light-green convertible car drove by just as the last Stantler disappeared. Besides its engine, the car made no sound nor emitted toxic fumes. The driver hung his arm out the door with ill regard for danger. His long, golden hair flapped from the air flowing past. He held a grin, shining just as bright as his purple eyes. “Nice weather we’re having,” the driver, Thomas, said. He adjusted his rearview mirror to see his