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The lapping waves and melting snow had long since washed away any footprints, but Spring could just tell that her pokemon-of-interest had entered the water here. Testing the water again, she found, much to her pain, that it was still bitterly cold.

Dread set over her as she realized the implications of this. Sure, he had been a water type, but pure, freezing cold could easily beat his resistance. She remembered the story Whisper had told her long ago, about a lake near where he had grown up.

”My parents taught us – well, my siblings, at least – everything they could about survival. We, the children of the Absol Clan, were meant to inherit the range of forest and mountains, after all. We needed to know how to survive, and how to teach our own children, if we got that far.

One of the lessons was about ‘winter water’. They said all pokemon, even the water types, needed to be wary of it. Apparently, it was the coldest kind of water, but it wasn’t covered by ice. I can’t remember why, though.

Anyway, they said that if you should fall in the winter water, you were dead. The bitter cold would paralyze you, and you would sink to the bottom and drown. Then they told us the story of an oshawott that fell in the lake while he was fishing… he was a water type, but it was just too cold. Since he couldn’t get back to the surface for air, he drowned.”

He had paused sadly, thoughtfully, as Spring had moaned, ”Great. ANOTHER reason for me to hate water.”

“Ahaha, don’t worry Spring. Winter water is only in really cold places.”

“Does an ice dragon fall under the ‘really cold’ category…?” Spring wondered aloud. She was about to turn and try to catch up with Whisper, but an odd color caught her eye. Looking closely, she could see something bobbing towards the shore a few yards away. Breath catching in her throat, she cautiously approached the lifeless buizel.

His eyes were still open, and small ice crystals glistened in his coat. His obviously broken arm was pressed protectively against him.

An arm that ended with a white paw.
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BRB DYING

Team NightSong - [link]
Pokemon - Nintendo

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The lapping waves and melting snow had long since washed away any footprints, but Spring could just tell that her pokemon-of-interest had entered the water here. Testing the water again, she found, much to her pain, that it was still bitterly cold.

Dread set over her as she realized the implications of this. Sure, he had been a water type, but pure, freezing cold could easily beat his resistance. She remembered the story Whisper had told her long ago, about a lake near where he had grown up.

”My parents taught us – well, my siblings, at least – everything they could about survival. We, the children of the Absol Clan, were meant to inherit the range of forest and mountains, after all. We needed to know how to survive, and how to teach our own children, if we got that far.

One of the lessons was about ‘winter water’. They said all pokemon, even the water types, needed to be wary of it. Apparently, it was the coldest kind of water, but it wasn’t covered by ice. I can’t remember why, though.

Anyway, they said that if you should fall in the winter water, you were dead. The bitter cold would paralyze you, and you would sink to the bottom and drown. Then they told us the story of an oshawott that fell in the lake while he was fishing… he was a water type, but it was just too cold. Since he couldn’t get back to the surface for air, he drowned.”

He had paused sadly, thoughtfully, as Spring had moaned, ”Great. ANOTHER reason for me to hate water.”

“Ahaha, don’t worry Spring. Winter water is only in really cold places.”

“Does an ice dragon fall under the ‘really cold’ category…?” Spring wondered aloud. She was about to turn and try to catch up with Whisper, but an odd color caught her eye. Looking closely, she could see something bobbing towards the shore a few yards away. Breath catching in her throat, she cautiously approached the lifeless buizel.

His eyes were still open, and small ice crystals glistened in his coat. His obviously broken arm was pressed protectively against him.

An arm that ended with a white paw.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

BRB DYING

Team NightSong - [link]
Pokemon - Nintendo