Wintervale

Ahimoth frowned, eyes centered on his partner pokemon, hands resting behind his head and he walked forward a bit nonchalantly. He was walking through the city of Wintervale, sporting his usual wintery-like outfit. It was a fuzzy coat with a soft, warm sweater shirt underneath. His pants were reaffirmed with cold resistance material, and therefore it kept his legs warmer than usual. His hair was out and free-flowing, fluttering whenever a cold breeze hit his face...

Taking a deep breath, Ahimoth's unamused eyes looked at the large building before him. Pink eyes stood out against his pale flesh, snow filtering at his heels. He huffed, pokecenters as well as the hospital are important buildings. But there was one thing he hated about being in them, and that was needles. He was not afraid of them - even if he was, he would never admit it. With a huff, He walked toward the tall, looming building, shadow casting and merging with his own , Ahimoth thought for ...