You'll Always Be My Champion (Original Shipping)Six months. It had been six long months since I had last seen Red. Before then, I traveled up to Mt. Silver at least once a month to make sure that my mute friend was still alive. I would usually take supplies up to him and stay a few days, but my last visit was different. I had tried to force Red to come down from his mountain. The Pokemon Master hadn't been looking to well. I figured that the mountain had finally began taking its toll on him.More Like This
Stubborn him, though, refused no matter how much I pleaded. That idiot was going to freeze to death and he couldn't have gave less of a damn. I reacted badly, of course. I said some things I shouldn't have. Even now, I was still appalled at the way I had reacted.
I stood just outside of Red's cave, too angry to care about the violent snowstorm that was pounding against me. Red stood inside of the cave, with his haunted red eyes hidden under the bill of his hat and his calm, silent demeanor ever present. The way nothing ever seemed to effect him
Originalshipping: Just a Little LateAgain and again, Green hiked up to that snowy-forsaken terrain.More Like This
If this scene took place three years ago, many would have called him brave- noble even, to venture up there in the first place. Many would have assumed he was there for training benefits- after all, it was the most challenging place known to the inhabitants of the Johto region. Yes, if that happened three years ago, he would have been well-respected by everyone he ever knew- perhaps even his own grandfather. But fast forward the moment- and many people were calling him a crazy, yet loyal fool.
Since he had caused the eve of Team Rocket's downfall three years ago, Red had decided to retreat to the cold atmosphere of Mount. Silver- for reasons unknown to the rest of the world, and only Green (and Leaf, of course) could fathom a close guess to why he was there. The unspoken language between the trainers of Pokémon couldn't even translate why he had chosen to hide away.
And inside, it was tearing Green apart.
A thing or two about styleYears ago, when I was still a lot younger and I still drew like this, I used to admire people that had a certain drawing style that distinguished them from other artists.More Like This
No matter how strange or extreme it looked, at least they had something unique. Something that made people instantly know it was their work. I didn't have that at the time. Throughout my youth, I've been influenced by Dragonball Z, Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh, mecha anime, anime movie posters,