November Tasks: A Happy HelperSpeedster the Shuckle hummed a cheerful melody as he shuffled his way across town. Hector the Vigeroth had seemed desperate for help in his notice, and Speed was always willing to lend a helping tenticle. Especially if there was poké to be rewarded with. He was going to be a father soon, after all, and supporting his child was his highest propriety.November Tasks: A Happy Helper by ~Emberstar359
He looked over his shoulder at the egg nessled in the largest hole in the back of his shell. Keeping his egg in his shell may seem a bit extreme, but with the critical condition of the egg, he didn't risk removing it from his body heat. He have the unborn Eevee an affectionate nuzzle, than continued on his way to the construction sight.
Garland was so sure it was going to be a girl. Everytime the mother spoke of her egg, she called it her daughter. Maybe she knew somehow. Maybe she didn't. But the mother had left her child in his care before she passed, and boy or girl, injuried or healthy, Shuckle or Eevee, this was his baby now. An
A Leash of ThornsA hunk of red plasticA Leash of Thorns by ~Emberstar359
In my mind, I know that’s all it is.
But any who sees, knows it is much more.
A tough thorny chain, wrapped tight round my throat.
Cutting deeper with each breath.
A leash too short
Only spanning the distance of inches
For my neck to my pocket.
One end in a strangle hold ‘bout my jugular
The other attached to this cursed hunk of plastic.
“Where are you?”
“Talk to me!”
“What’s going on?”
The leash pulls tighter
Response is the only option.
A few soft clicks upon smooth black keys
A simple answer to a simple question
Yet the leash pulls ever tighter
Digging throns into the flesh.
The beast which speaks to me continues
Control lost long before he set claw to key
Distance leaves him drunken
No words shall sate his rampage
Passive as it may be.
But the leash pulls ever tighter
Until breath leaves me