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Part 1: http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/14490783
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Santalune Forest is considered by the people of Aquacorde Town and the other towns surrounding it as a place for the beginner trainer to roam. Simple Bug-types, obligatory mascots, teensy birds that hold the potential to grow stronger, the opportunities for a new trainer are endless. It's practically a safe-haven.
But not all is well behind the grassy curtains.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbyjwfS5WZk
The Bunnelby runs as fast as his feet can take him, his cheeks stuffed to the capacity, and his arms and ears completely filled with berries. He would be better off he ran on all fours, but that would just mean he wouldn't have enough things to carry.
"Come oooon, come on come on come on come on, gotta pick up the pace!" he mumbles hastily, passing by each and every tree and jagged rock that comes his way. To be honest, he can stop at any time and take a break. But he doesn't want to risk it.
Shadows soar through the treetops above him, like a flurry of ninjas gaining upon him. The rabbit looks up, realizes they're still tailing him, have not slowed in speed since they started, and that they're DEAD set on taking back what they declare as their property.
"Shoot! Hurry, gotta hurry gotta hurry gotta hurry gotta hurry gotta hurry!"
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Santalune Forest is considered by the people of Aquacorde Town and the other towns surrounding it as a place for the beginner trainer to roam. Simple Bug-types, obligatory mascots, teensy birds that hold the potential to grow stronger, the opportunities for a new trainer are endless. It's practically a safe-haven.
But not all is well behind the grassy curtains.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbyjwfS5WZk
The Bunnelby runs as fast as his feet can take him, his cheeks stuffed to the capacity, and his arms and ears completely filled with berries. He would be better off he ran on all fours, but that would just mean he wouldn't have enough things to carry.
"Come oooon, come on come on come on come on, gotta pick up the pace!" he mumbles hastily, passing by each and every tree and jagged rock that comes his way. To be honest, he can stop at any time and take a break. But he doesn't want to risk it.
Shadows soar through the treetops above him, like a flurry of ninjas gaining upon him. The rabbit looks up, realizes they're still tailing him, have not slowed in speed since they started, and that they're DEAD set on taking back what they declare as their property.
"Shoot! Hurry, gotta hurry gotta hurry gotta hurry gotta hurry gotta hurry!"
