The familiar feeling of worn, cold stone pressed against the large Umbreon's paws as she made her way towards the enormous school where she studied, many smells both familiar and not, wafting past her as she weaved through fellow students. Already the stares came, baring down on her firm, agile, yet subtly curved figure that swayed with each step she took, her bright blue rings capturing the unwanted attention of potential predator who could not help but eye her form.
Filthy animals...not even trying to hide their intentions...
Already on full alert as one should be when attending this particular school, she made her way up the step and through the doors of the campus building, her eyes continuing to scan all who posed a potential threat to her well being.
This school, if one could even call it that, was notorious among the populace for being one of the most dangerous places around very much like the wilds if not worse. With so many coming and going each in every day, many smaller pokemon often go missing, kidnapped and eaten by the much larger predators of the school and often without anyone noticing or seemingly caring. Graduating this school truly was feat to behold, only the strongest and most dangerous of individuals capable of doing such, earning the utmost respect from peers wither that be from admiration or pure fear. It was not unheard of for some graduates to stay behind and form gangs, some of which have grown far to strong to be reasonably dealt with.
Nobody truly knows why this school seems to remain such a lawless land, but many speculate that part of the problem was due to the lack of authoritarian figures to run the school. Due to the nature of the place, finding teachers for hire became difficult, only the most desperate or dedicated scholars being up for the task in the first place.
"Hey Rhyas!"
The Umbreon stopped in her tracks upon hearing a familiar voice shout her name over the constant bustle of daily commute. The Umbreon looked around towards the sound with little success.
"Up here silly~!"
Rhyes panned her head up to spot the source of her name call. Fluttering approximately 15 feet above the crowed was a familiar face, a fairly large Flygon beaming down at her with utmost joy before slowly making its way down towards her.
"Oh... hey Reeve," Rhyas smiled seeing the familiar face of a long time friend and partner in crime so to speak, "you're here awfully early in the morning, did you get called out for being late again?" The air around the dark type begain to swirl as dust others have tracked in was stired up forcing the Umbreon to squent a bit before the Flygon landed firmly before her with a thud. Before her now stood a massive Flygon who smiled as he crained his neck down to speak to her at eye level.
"But of course... you know how I don't like being yelled at by that crazy Floatzel! She so scary when she is angry!"
Rhyas could hold back a snicker,
"What are you laughing at! You know I'm right..." Reeves pouted looking away arms crossed, not very fond of being teased.
"You're right~" The Umbreon leaned against her friend as if to apologies with a simple act of affection, "it's just funny seeing someone as big as you afraid of someone so small~."
"Mmmmm shush you..." he retaliated "you're lucky I love you..."
"I know~!" The Umbreon chimed. She loved teasing the Flygon, he made it way too easy for her after all, but she knew deep down he liked it. "Soooo what did you need big guy~"
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