The old guardBasil climbed slowly to the top of the hill, at the summit of the hill were her oldest friends save for her trainer. Rosy, the Rosilea was looking well, her flowers bright and full of color even in the moon light. Nassir, the youngest and yet strangely the strongest of them had his wings half spread. The young Charizard’s scales were sleek and clean, running along the strong muscles that showed beneath his hide. And last but not least, just above the others hovered Hawkmoth. The Mothim too was looking hale and hearty, his wings beat with an easy rhythm and easily held him above the others. As the four had grown the ranch that they had started with and their roles in it had changed. There had been a time when Nassir had been the odd one out, the newest member and the only fire type. Now there were many fire pokemon on the ranch and eggs hatching all of the time. A variety of pokemon that boggled Basil’s mind whenever she
Fields of orange“Hay ride! Hay ride!” A green Rattata chanted as he bounced happily waiting for the hay cart to return.
“Oh can it!” Flicker yipped in irritation. Chesters favorite target for his pranks was the Litwick Zoura cross. The little fox pokemon was easy to mess with and the little mouse pokemon delighted in making her grumble. She was always promising dire repercussions to the little scamp but somehow she never actually hit him, he always dodged, but she never really tried very hard to hit him either.
Demeter huffed beside them, she wanted the cart to come back so they could all go pick pumpkins. The Nidoran Deerling cross was fairly new to the ranch and took the twos bickering at its face value wishing they would stop. A few seconds later the cart rumbled over and came to a stop. Beside them a small bug type was fluttering its dragon wings trying to get into the cart. Flicker crouched to jump into th
Blue sparkles Cheddar sniffed the air a content look settling over his face. The air was thick with the smell of honey and it was calling him like a sirens song. Biscuits buzzed around him looking a little worried at where this train of thought might take the honey loving pokemon. “You’re not thinking about what I think your thinking are you?” Biscuits buzzed.
“But the scent is so strong, how can I ignore it, how can you ignore it!” Chedder said. “And if we can get some help I bet we could get some of that honey.” The weedle continued. “I even know just who to ask. Skylar is sure to help us, and we may be able to get Hawk to help too. Come on lets go.” Chedder immediately started to crawl away at speed. He crawled quickly though the paths of this new ranch. He knew that he could not be the only one who would be after the beedrills honey and while he had nev