Post by Eros Wakefield on Sept 13, 2011 1:20:39 GMT -5
[atrb=style, width:100px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:100px; margin-bottom:-12px;] [/style][style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]COTTONEE[/style] [style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]---[/style] [style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]---[/style] [style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]---[/style] [style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]---[/style] [style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]---[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;]"My sweetest Eros," the letter from the young man's mother began. He'd just paid a visit to the post office to receive a parcel that had come from him. Who else would it be from other than the woman who had raised him single-handedly? He could hardly wait to open the package that came with the letter - mother always gave the greatest gifts. "I hope all is well and that you are learning much as well as making new friends. Anyone special that I should know about?" Eros had to stop and blush, wondering exactly how his mother would react to Raize. "Well, you can tell me all about that when you write me back. I was out taking a stroll with Butterfree a week ago along the garden path when I came upon the prettiest rock I ever did see. I kept it so long because I didn't know what to do with it. Finally, I decided to send it to you because I'm sure you'll do something beautiful with it. Don't let me down, love. Take care, Mom." Eros flashed his pearly whites, smiling at the sweet letter. OF course he'd have to respond tonight, thanking her for whatever it was and then telling her about how classes were going. Folding the letter before placing it in his back pocket, Eros began to slowly open the box containing the "prettiest rock" his mother had ever seen. He was surprised to see what it really was:  "It's a sun stone!" he exclaimed, turning the thing over in his hands and examining. He only knew what it was because he'd just been reading up on it as of late. He actually could use this stone in a beautiful way! Whipping out a Premier Ball, Eros tossed it into the air and revealed his Cottonee to the world (for what would become the last time). "Look, Cottonee," he said, holding the stone forward as Cottonee looked on, "my mom sent this for us. With it, you can evolve. Do you want to give it a whirl? Only if you're ready, you know." Cottonee floated over the thing for a while, weighing out his options. Not evolving yet left him more time to grow comfortable in this stage before trying to tackle a new form altogether. But evolving meant: growing legs, growing stronger, and... growing hair! Cottonee squinted in joy, crying out its own name obviously happy to accept the stone. "Nice," Eros said, smiling as he placed the stone upon Cottonee head before backing up a few steps. Cottonee waited there for something to happen. Five seconds had to have elapsed before he even felt a tinge of sensation. First, the sun stone glowed yellow, and then Cottonee glowed white. Eros watched him transform in shape, becomming a completely new figure. And when it was finally all over, the new looking Pokemon with the luxurious long locks would look to his trainer with a smile, Whimsicott!  |
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