Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190312105759/@comment-38248322-20190319212406

Ataros would shrug, walking over to the tall grass in the hopes of finding a pokemon. Taking out his pokeball, he threw it, sending out his Cyndaquil. "Well, hi there, little guy. Sorry for the late introductions. I'm Ataros, and you are...?"

"Cyndaquil..." The pokemono said, still in its pokemon form, shaking a little.