AH THE TYPOS .A. by starrynight-shewolf, literature
Literature
AH THE TYPOS .A.
The white figure slunk close to the broken, shattered doors, ignoring the thin shards of broken glass that pricked her paws. Red eyes gleaming in the oncoming dusk, she raised her head to scan the area for any humans or other Pokemon. The sickly-white moon spilled milky light against the building looming above her. A forepaw frozen in the air in mid-step, she sharpened her mind and attempted to detect any future disasters, but none came, although Absol felt unsettled and wary as if what she was doing was wrong, incorrect. As much as Absol attempted to shake it, it was still there.
I have no choice, she decided, and them nimbly leaped throug