Thread: The World as it Is (Pokemon RP; NSFW)

Ilana was eager to be out, ready to make a name for herself. The young girl had spent most of her life in her brother's shadow, and had been planning for the day she would step out into the world on her own to prove she was better than him--or anyone. After all, what other motivations did people have in this world they abided in? The advantage Ilana had, though, was one her brother could never share. In his day, when he came to be the best in his gym, they had not yet seen Team Plasma's hope for the future. This hope, however ill-chosen, had moved the playing field for everyone. While most Pokemon had a level of sentience with them, their communication with humans were limited and their abilities controlled by their construction. Ilana had been gifted with the true, next generation of creature by her father before she set upon her perilous task to prepare to even try for the challenges she wanted to defeat. Her first pokemon was a pokemorph by the name of Evangeline. A pokemorph was the end conclusion of an experiment to give the race the ability to speak for themselves, but it hadn't changed the world the way Team Plasma had hoped after. People were still the way they were before, and a different race, no matter how closely they resembled humanity, were held in contempt. Ilana had little mind for the politics of the situation, more innocently driven than mindlessly cruel, but she kept Evangeline by her side when convenient, and tucked away in her ball when it was necessary. Today, though, they were going to go out and get themselves more teammates--and that could only come the way it always had, by capture. Evangeline had trained carefully with other pokemon, but had never seen another of her own kind. Ilana's desire for a team made completely of Pokemorphs, despite their rarity, was perhaps impractical. The Espeon girl walked two steps behind her master with a demure walk, her large blue eyes turning each way as she noticed movement in the grass. Most of the things her keen eyes caught were regular pokemon, as she expected. She kept thinking on how she might be able to subdue another Pokemorph that had not been kept in such lavish comfort as she had, able to rest in her ball and comfortably wile away the hours. It was foolish to doubt herself, she thought. She was powerful, and well-trained thanks to her master. The two of them were an interesting pair to look at. Evangeline stood half a foot taller than her master, lavender hair pulled back into a carefully kept braid with ears that stood tall and forward while she tried to listen. Her clothing was tight, the pants she was wearing hanging off her hips so her tail could fall over the waistband without any hindrance. Her breasts were just a bit bigger than Ilana's, kept in a tee shirt that didn't cover her flat stomach and a jacket that was shorter than her shirt. Ilana had black hair that fell in curls around her face. She didn't wear any hat, but a ribbon kept the curls from flowing forward too far into her face to obscure her vision if she was moving too much. Her slender body was contained in a tank top and capri pants, with boots that were meant for hiking. Her breasts, although smaller than Evangeline's, were more noticeable. Her small frame made them stand out in comparison to Evangeline's curvier one. Her eyes were an ice blue, complimenting her pale complexion. I'm sure it's here. Someone said they saw one. Ilana assured Evangeline over her shoulder as she walked ahead on the path. They had come out today specifically because someone in town had said they had seen a Pokemorph around. It had been a panicked kid who was dragging his pokemon back to the center--an image that Ilana scorned with all her being. There would never be a time where she would rush her pokemon back to a center for healing, because she refused to ever lose.