[ The city streets are cold and dark, but they certainly aren't quiet.
Shrill snarls and screeching tear through the air with wild howling cackles. Buildings are battered, half demolished in a long line leading to the center of the mess, and in the middle of it all, stands a girl. She's tiny, in a pink coat and stands, almost totally at ease amongst the rubble, stroking the skin of the
dragon standing uneasily at her side.
Don't mistake the momentary calm for surrender or safety. Approach, and you're find out exactly what those Pokemon of hers can do. ]
[[ ooc: so dawn is on her rampage, and she'll certainly need someone to take care of her before she kills someone. ]]