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PostSubject: Re: Lost souls and Boxes.   Sat May 13, 2017 11:28 pm

[Energy: 16 - 10 = 6]

Having to roam around the world outside the desert was a dream always inside Yigo´s mind. The way in which he did so was not the one he had wanted to do it in. The first place the Sandshrew had visited was Grassveil, finding there someone that liked him. Who would have thought that he had to flee just a couple of days after their meeting? It might have been a different story if they have fled together,  having someone else to rely on. But Yigo found himself alone. All because of that damned explorer and her fake eggs.

The Sandshrew looked at his burrows entrance to check if the rain had finally stopped. The weather there was not like in Grassveil. The wind was stronger, the air cooler and the usual day was rainy. Even though he tried his best not to get wet, when the rain struck, he always ended up soaked. Yigo lost his desire to cry as it felt meaningless in a sea of water drops.

The rain was not forgiving, appearing when least expected and vanishing in unpredictable patterns. The Sandshrew knew that, if he wanted to get past that territory, rain mustn´t weaken him, but it was already too late for that, being hungry, tired and barely able to walk straight.

Once the rain stopped, he got out of his burrow. Yigo found himself on a misty hill, days away from the land he had come from. After a brief scan, he noticed some woods on the upper side of the hill. A stomach growl made the decision clear, even if the land was muddy or if the sand of his back became a sludge. He was going to get to those woods to find something to eat or to be found and get eaten.

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PostSubject: Re: Lost souls and Boxes.   Sun May 14, 2017 1:43 am

Yigo only wanted to escape the rain but his wish became a curse. What he once thought to be a cloud atop the hill turned out to be an element that hindered his senses. Woods were already bad enough... having to face the fog as well was just what he needed. With his senses already weakened by the rain, Yigo could only rely on his poor visibility to navigate through the forest in search for something edible. His ears could only catch the sound of his feet splatting on the mud and even Yigo was surprised that they were able to catch any sound by then; as for his nose... he couldn´t feel it. Sandshrews and water were never a good mix...

Dragged down by fatigue, hunger and sickness the Sandshrew finally came to a halt near a wooden wall that just got visible in front of him. With the little strength he had left, Yigo crawled towards the structure. Thunders were heard in the background. The rain would come back to claim his life soon enough.

Fearing for his end, the Sandshrew started surrounding the wall hoping to find shelter. To help him advance he used the wall as his support until he noticed a different texture in one of its segments. The wood there was of a different colour, with a different pattern, made of a different material and... with a handle? A door! Was that the entrance of some building? He had to get inside!

The Sandshrew forced himself to stand up, now leaning his body against the door and hoping that it would be enough to get it opened. However, the door seemed to be too heavy to be pushed... or maybe it was locked... perhaps there was someone on the other side making sure that he didn´t get in?

"P-Please... g-get... opened..." he mumbled, noticing the last remnants of his energy fading away
"P-Please..." he managed to scream before passing out in front of the door.

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PostSubject: Re: Lost souls and Boxes.   Sun May 14, 2017 3:18 pm

" Huh...?"
Huh? That voice... sounded oddly familiar. Wait... no. She couldn´t be there, right? What would she be doing there? No... it couldn´t be her.
"You seem familiar but... what are you doing here? ngh... no you can't be the same one."

Slowly, Yigo opened his eyes. The Sandshrew was still pressing against the closed door. His eyelids felt heavy and each time he blinked he felt an enormous need to keep his eyes closed. By the looks of it, he still got time to enter the building before the rain kicked in and finished him. Ignoring the voice like if those were hallucinations, he started to scratch the door with one of his arms, the only one he could manage to move. It was obvious that a single weak scratch every two seconds wouldn´t do anything to get the door out of his way but, in his state, nothing else came to his mind.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a bag got to his side. It would have been a gift if it was a normal bag, but by its shape seemed to be a joke sent by the legendaries. The bag... was Yooka shaped. Unless that was Grassveil´s new trend, it meant that it was Yooka´s bag.

"Y-Yooka..." he gasped, tired and drowsy. He only had a few seconds before losing consciousness again "Y-You... y-you..." Yigo´s arm tried to reach the Yooka-themed backpack. He wasn´t looking for anything inside, he just wanted it out of his sight. Once he had in his hand, he tried tossing it aside but to no avail. Not even pushing it a few inches. The bag would stay there to mock him while his body was finally giving up trying. The bag seemed happy to see him in that state. Was Yooka feeling the same? If her bag was there, did that mean that she was near as well?

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PostSubject: Re: Lost souls and Boxes.   Tue May 16, 2017 11:48 am

[(Remaining Energy - Rolls) + Apple]

[ 0 + 5 = 5]

Delicious. It was probably the sweetest fruit he´d ever tasted. Why did it have to be so little? He was still hungry after that snack, but not near as much as before. At least Yigo could now sense and react properly to whatever he was surrounded by.

As expected, all eyes were set at Yooka. Her purple scales and swirly tail were also wet and muddy. That lady had suffered the same weather as he did, apparently. Yigo couldn´t help but feel disgusted when he was near her but he was never able to know why. Each time they´ve meet she had been helpful, acted with respect and, to some extent, took care of him. It wasn´t just the apple (however, he had to admit that it affected heavily his resolution), she got him inside that building, helping him in until he was in a warm, dry and comfortable spot. Why was he mad at her? Yooka was just fixing what he was breaking on his wake. If there was someone to blame, it was certainly himself.

Yigo kept gnawing the apple contently, although he wasn´t enjoying as much as he could. He was on someone else´s domain. The Furfrou made it clear with a couple of barks. They´ve been allowed in their pack but the Furfrou was the alpha there. Yigo was going to give no competition, just laying down sideways and avoiding eye contact to show submission to his new leader during his stay. He prayed to be there for the shortest amount of time. Unluckily, flashes of lightning followed by their thunderclaps announced the upcoming rain. The effects of those could be noticed on the planked floor. It was dirty and dusty, but the wet trails were the most recent ones and the easier ones to read. One lead to Yooka, another one to him... there were two more. One the remaining trails lead to a corner of the room. Following the trail with his sight, he found something small, yellow and red coloured hiding from them, behind what looked to be a couple of scribbled pictures. Was it afraid of them?

The last trail ended right before the doors on the opposite side of the room, guarded by the Furfrou. The Furfrou itself wasn´t wet or anything, like it hadn´t gone outside the entire time. The only other character able to leave the trail behind was maybe the one who opened the door, but Yigo could only remember a blurry purple gas with an overly exaggerated smile. That couldn´t be real, right? Then, who left that trail behind? Without counting the apparition and the ones in the room, there was, at least, someone else.

Finishing the last bite of Yooka´s apple the Sandshrew felt his nose tingling, following by a sneeze of his own. He was sick, it seemed. The best he could do would be taking a nap until the rain stopped or the alpha summoned him. Just in case, he´ll be eavesdropping, faking his rest.

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PostSubject: Re: Lost souls and Boxes.   Thu May 18, 2017 12:38 pm

Ferals usually never spoke in the actual language of the civilised Pokemon.  Although, for a feral to give them shelter showed overconfidence, recklessness and a good heart. Just like Keira if it wasn´t for her obsession with civilised folk that drove her, and eventually him, to learn their language. Although it had to admit that it was less ambiguous, it wasn´t as expressive as the Furfrou´s barks. They weren´t that hard to understand if you paid attention to details and subtle changes.

"Here - - - again - - - Why?"

"I'm here strictly by business. There's a--"

Followed by a growl whose only purpose was just to interrupt Yooka. She then mumbled something and continued on.

"-a box around here and I'm-"

"You - - - want?" followed by a strange change in the Furfrou´s rumble that he couldn´t guess what it meant. It sounded like it was being pointed at someone. It was tempting to see who was that pointed at, but faking some rest meant having closed eyes. Besides, by hearing how the Furfrou followed the conversation, it was obvious that it was referring to anyone but Yooka and itself. " someone´s. Talk to - - - little - - - want!" that last part seemed like it was said angrily or annoyed

Yooka was apparently looking for a box the Furfrou should know about. The Furfrou told Yooka that she had to talk to someone "little" in response. The same itching sensation as before stuck Yigo´s nose, ending with the same result: a sneeze. That was annoying as it rendered his nose basically useless. Aside from that, he had heard a laughter, not a feminine one so it probably wasn´t Yooka´s. Opening his eyes to check who had and what caused the laughter he felt surrounded by everyone else´s gaze. What were they looking at? It was just a sneeze!

"I-Is... s-sorry..." he mumbled, unable to speak clearly in front of that many Pokemon. Luckily for him, both Yooka and the Furfrou got back to their business.

"A-Are you... alright?" a subtle and quiet voice said behind him. It was the red and yellow-colored insect that once stood in the corner. Yigo nodded back at it "Are you the one they are talking about?"

The insect then started shaking, causing a chirping noise "Y-You can... you can understand what the Furfrou is saying?" the little insect let out nervously. Yigo simply nodded back, again. "Y-You are not getting my box!" the Kricketot shouted at him, hitting him lightly with one of his tiny fists without dealing any damage.

The Sandshrew looked at the little one until its tantrum was over. Why was that box something special? If that was its box, Yooka had no right to take it. The Kricketot repeated the phrase louder and louder and kept on with the punches that were doing nothing but keeping Yigo awake. He was about to answer saying that he didn´t want the box, but another sound took priority over the little insect´s rage. The door was opening again, making way for a larger and less yellow version of the annoying insect. A Kricketune.

The newcomer´s first sight went to the Kricketot, shifting shortly thereafter to Yigo. Scraping one of its blades against the other it played a high-pitched creak before raising it and narrowing his eyes. There was no way to get that sign wrong, not even if you weren´t used to seeing ferals. Yigo curled into a ball, leaving the slightly harder back to take any hit instead just in time. He only felt a scratch at the back of his head followed by an extremely loud roar by the Furfrou.

"Stop! - - - Go away!" was what Yigo could understand from the Furfrou´s following growls. The Sandshrew got uncurled just to see that the Furfrou got between them. Turning its head towards the door on the opposite side of the room and with a loud rumble the Furfrou ordered Yigo to get him and Yooka inside the room it was previously guarding. "Run! - - - Mouse - - - Lizard - - - Get inside - - - Now!"

Now on his fours, Yigo ran away from the encounter, moving to Yooka´s side while the Furfrou barked intentions that were better left untranslated and shadowed the Kricketune´s moves for it not to get close to him."Yooka! To that room! Run!" he shouted, informing her if by any means she didn´t get the memo.

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PostSubject: Re: Lost souls and Boxes.   Wed May 24, 2017 9:29 pm

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Customary to a hierarchic society, the higher positions have the last word when a crisis calls their power into question. A true alpha sends their warriors when enemies threaten their pack. They only fight their battles when they feel their authority challenged.

If the Furfrou decided to step in it had to be personal, yet, after they got into safety, Yigo couldn´t hear anything that sounded like battle. The growling stopped, having a melody playing in the background as their replacement. No combat sounds, no pain or agony screams. It seemed like there was no need for a battle. In the eyes of Yigo, the Furfrou was a strange leader, not resorting to violence to fix violence. It was to be admired.

The itchy sensation at the back of his head demanded that the Sandshrew scratched it. It wasn´t a deep cut regardless of how the attack looked like, barely scraping the surface. However, a gooey liquid on his wound was starting to worry him. It was indeed a red stain, but how? His wound didn´t get past the skin!

Fortunately, Yooka got him out of his thoughts. The purple lady got away from the door she had just closed and sat in front of him. Acknowledging and praising the fact that Yigo understood what the Furfrou meant to order made it even harder for the Sandshrew to stay mad at her. Without noticing, he was smiling and almost laughing. However, now that he noticed, she was having difficulties to speak. Her eyes got fully opened after her sentence with a slight moaning.

The Sandshrew looked left and right, alarmed and cowering in fear. With shaky steps, he approached Yooka. "A-Are you... alright?" he managed to say right before he saw crimson tears dropping from the lady´s tail. "No... no" he muttered, more silent as he moved closer to Yooka. He extended his hand, trying to reach for her wound but he hesitated. Not only he wasn´t comfortable seeing open wounds, he didn´t even know if Yooka would let him help with it.

"Y-You are...?" She seemed injured, but how? Last time he had checked, she was alright so, when had she come to harm? He took a hit recently and he wasn´t... He scratched the superficial cut on his back.

"Y-You didn´t... you didn´t... Help! We need help!" He started to panic, looking to his surrounding trying to find something to help Yooka with and running aimlessly on the inside of the almost rectangular empty room. Why hadn´t he brought the Oran berries he had gathered in those woods he hated so much with him? Once again, Yigo was useless to help someone in need. He had always relied on others to solve his problems and he hated it, not because he didn´t want their help but because he was never able to pay them back. And there he was again, gazing upon an explorer that had helped him on that many occasions... bleeding... without doing nothing more than covering his eyes with his hands trying to unsee the crimson drops "Yooka... I... I can´t... I can´t help you. I´m sorry!"

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PostSubject: Re: Lost souls and Boxes.   Wed May 31, 2017 11:31 pm

He was sorry for all the trouble he had caused to Yooka. Unlike her, Yigo didn´t have the resources to heal a wound like the one she had. Just as he was going to peek at her to see what was she was going to respond he felt the cold of her body against his own. The hug didn´t felt as comforting as others, and the weather hadn´t helped much in setting the warm tone as they were both a sloppy and wet from the rain and mud. However, loneliness had taken a toll on Yigo. It didn´t matter if it was Yooka, it didn´t even matter if she was still injured, the Sandshrew´s arms got around the lady´s chest and held it firmly. With his head now pressed against her stomach, he started to sob quietly. Yigo was not going to admit it but he needed that, he needed her words, even if they were lies what came out of the explorer´s mouth, he needed them. After each sentence, he was sure to let out a sound to make her aware that he was listening.

"You helped me in! You took a hit for me! Why are you so nice to me? I´m a criminal and you are an explorer! Why aren´t you slaying me?" He cried after she had finished with a light laughter. The burden he was carrying from Festivity Forest was too much now that she was treating him like he was her child. Even though he thought they were enemies, in between her arms he found safety.

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