Post by Seas on Jan 12, 2014 16:24:39 GMT -5
[Pokemon: Gunda - Kabuto at level 10]
Roxy's fingers twitched as she walked under the shadow cast by the swamp. She couldn't keep her eyes off Gunda, who was happily swimming in the murky water beside her. The Kabuto's brown shell blended in so well with the rest of the marsh that Roxy could only track her by her movement. How does she swim so fast? she wondered, She has legs, not fins. Maybe it's because of her water typing? The pokedex didn't explain.
She switched her gaze for a second, looking at the path ahead of her. Then she turned back to Gunda and sighed so softly it could barely be heard. The only thing in front of her was more of the mud that had caked her black boots and the watery, grassy mess that Gunda was making her way through. She knew that eventually she would find herself in Buteston if she kept following the path and from there to the Strangling Sprigs, just as she had planned, but she still wished a little for something more than the quietness around her. The sunset she had been watching had faded away, lost in the swamp like Roxy's enthusiasm for her freedom. She was still glad that she had escaped Violet, but it was a muted pleasure. She hadn't quite realized that freedom would mean walking through wet, dingy place with no company other than her pokemon.
Abruptly, she shook her head, making a few more strands of her hair fall out. Why aren't I happy? she wondered, trying to look at the world around her with a new gaze, This is an interesting place and it's peaceful, with no one telling me what to do.
Just as she started to consider the ecosystem of the swamp and the mystery of why no pokemon had attacked her yet, a pitter-patter started. The rain was only a light drizzle, but Roxy shivered as soon as it touched her. It felt wrong against her feathers and she barely choked back a cry. She looked around desperately for a place to huddle under and wait out the rain. However, as hard as it was to see anything other stunted trees, water, and tall grass in the day, it was far harder at dusk. Everything turned into soft shadowy shapes and even Roxy's eyes, sharp as a Talonflames', couldn't see a shelter. She couldn't help thinking, between shudders and gasps for breath that wasn't water tainted, that this was when she would attack, if she was a pokemon.
Roxy's fingers twitched as she walked under the shadow cast by the swamp. She couldn't keep her eyes off Gunda, who was happily swimming in the murky water beside her. The Kabuto's brown shell blended in so well with the rest of the marsh that Roxy could only track her by her movement. How does she swim so fast? she wondered, She has legs, not fins. Maybe it's because of her water typing? The pokedex didn't explain.
She switched her gaze for a second, looking at the path ahead of her. Then she turned back to Gunda and sighed so softly it could barely be heard. The only thing in front of her was more of the mud that had caked her black boots and the watery, grassy mess that Gunda was making her way through. She knew that eventually she would find herself in Buteston if she kept following the path and from there to the Strangling Sprigs, just as she had planned, but she still wished a little for something more than the quietness around her. The sunset she had been watching had faded away, lost in the swamp like Roxy's enthusiasm for her freedom. She was still glad that she had escaped Violet, but it was a muted pleasure. She hadn't quite realized that freedom would mean walking through wet, dingy place with no company other than her pokemon.
Abruptly, she shook her head, making a few more strands of her hair fall out. Why aren't I happy? she wondered, trying to look at the world around her with a new gaze, This is an interesting place and it's peaceful, with no one telling me what to do.
Just as she started to consider the ecosystem of the swamp and the mystery of why no pokemon had attacked her yet, a pitter-patter started. The rain was only a light drizzle, but Roxy shivered as soon as it touched her. It felt wrong against her feathers and she barely choked back a cry. She looked around desperately for a place to huddle under and wait out the rain. However, as hard as it was to see anything other stunted trees, water, and tall grass in the day, it was far harder at dusk. Everything turned into soft shadowy shapes and even Roxy's eyes, sharp as a Talonflames', couldn't see a shelter. She couldn't help thinking, between shudders and gasps for breath that wasn't water tainted, that this was when she would attack, if she was a pokemon.