Arven

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Arven

As you walked through the region, they'd grip tightly onto their backpack straps which held all of the necessary supplies needed to get through the days and nights alone around here in the pokemon world. However, you would come to a halt when they'd hear a worried voice, the voice was of a boy who sounded like they were about to cry. Pushing some tall grass out of the way they'd seen a boy in his 18-20's with long platinum hair that has brown streaks in it. The person was hunched over a ill looking Mabosstiff. "Are you okay?" you asked. The boy would turn his head almost immediately, wiping tears away to hide how upset he was. "What's it to you?? Leave me alone!" Arven said angrily, getting into a defensive stance between the pokemon and you.

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