Logic vs Instincts

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Zorre was a simple pokemon at heart. All he wanted out of life was to be the best that he could be, at whatever he was doing at the time. Sure, he had dreams of being a great explorer and maybe, just maybe, being a hero, but they were just that: dreams. He had no idea if they would ever come to fruition... but, somehow, he ended up traveling in the middle of a dungeon with a fire/flying type companion and he was stuck wondering why, as all of his instincts were alive and screaming at him to either attack the bird now, or run like hell, before she could attack him.

It was strange, that only an hour ago HE was the one being ran away from by this same bird, but there was just something about mystery dungeons that awoke his instincts and left him more feral than reasonable. Perhaps it had to do with his upbringing as a feral pokemon IN a mystery dungeon, but he supposed it really didn't matter. What mattered was that his reason and logic won out over these ill-intentioned instincts, as he did not wish to enforce the bird's fear of bug pokemon.

He sighed to himself, making sure to walk a safe distance away from the little bird, so as not to tempt his feral instincts into making a move. He just hoped that, in the midst of battle, he would not lose himself to his instincts and accidentally hurt the bird.

Sosio let out a groan of pain. She flinched back from the thorny branch, her feet oozing a light-colored liquid, much unlike the blood in bodies she's come to know. What it was, it didn't matter, she needed to get off of it.

"Oogh... I don't know..."

She shifted her weight, trying to move, only to squint and look back at her feet.
Can't I go one adventure without getting majorly injured?

Then, more snapping came from below her feet from the thorns she was on. Grass that was covering most of them shifted off of the vines and fell between the tangles. But to where? The next crackling sound bumped her downwards a bit, shaking off the rest of the grass to reveal a circle of tied prickle vines, set up above a hole. The Fletchling didn't fall in immediately because she was too light a weight. If the Scyther stepped on it, it probably would've caved in immediately.

A final loud snap sent the bird Pokemon plummeting downwards, the thorns still stuck in her feet as she flipped over, falling down upsidedown, until a small plop sounded from deep in the vertical ditch.

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Zorre eyed Sosio in concern as she groaned in pain. She shifted her weight, looking down at her bleeding foot. Then Zorre let out a cry of surprise as she suddenly disappeared with a loud cracking sound. He hurried over to where she had been, to find that the ground had fallen out beneath her, and that she was lying at the bottom of a pitfall trap.

He looked at the steep hole, wondering how on earth they were going to get out of this one. "OK, you are?" he called to her, kneeling at the edge of the hole and staring down at her.

Agh... Ow...
Little movement came from Sosio; she just sat at the base of the well-hidden ditch, eyes squeezed shut and wings spread out behind her. The shock of the impact affected her too well, so anytime she opened up her beak to talk, it would only snap open and shut over and over with a chattering sound, sending the noise vibrations up the vertical cave. Her lungs shivered, and her feet were clenched, anticipating pain.

The Fletchling finally got over her shock and called upwards,
"I wish I were strong enough to fly up here on my own... Even climb..."
She turned her head to the side in a disheveled sleep position, as if her body was saying "I give up." She opened her eyes, only for them to fill with shock again.
"...But while I'm stuck.... You.... Might wanna see this..."
Whether the Scyther hopped down or not, it was his choice. He might land on her after all, but could this possibly be the only way to escape? Surely, what she was looking at was somewhat of a solution, but what else could it be? Even if it is a solution, this is a trap, and traps always have reasons and never escapes. Who knows what could be waiting for the perfect prey.

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aMEWzing carried out 1 launched of one Pricklemist Hill :

Zorre twisted his head this way and that, trying to spot whatever Sosio was pointing out, but the trap was too deep for him to see whatever it was that she was seeing. He considered the option of going down there to see whatever it was she was spotting. It wasn't exactly a bad idea, but he didn't want to get stuck down there too! He stood and looked around for a vine or something like a rope to lower into the hole so that they would have a way out.

The only thing in sight was more of the prickly branches the dungeon derived its name from. Zorre crossed over to a particularly large bush and hacked away at some of the larger branches. He then picked the biggest one and tied it to the thicket at the edge of the hole, tossing the rest of the branch down into the hole. It reached about half-way down the hole, which he figured would be enough for the two semi-flyers.

He jumped into the hole then, landing on his feet neatly next to Sosio. "What find, did you?" he asked her, looking around to see if he could spot her discovery.

Watching the bug-pokemon's silhouette disappear, Sosio began to wonder what he was up to. She heard the slicing of a weak substance, and not long after, his bodily shadow appeared again. Something fell before her, but didn't hit the ground. It was a vine.
Oh, wow, why didn't I think of that?
The Fletchling face-winged inside her mind.
I must've hit my head real hard down here if I didn't think of that one.

She heard a thump of his landing and looked up towards him. She strained her wing to gesture to a single large stone, a tiny round dig behind it attempting to hide a tiny round shiny object.

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Zorre looked over at the boulder that Sosio had pointed out. He crossed over to it, spotting a small glass orb on the ground behind it. He carefully picked it up and brought it back to Sosio. "This, what is? Not seen before, I from." he stated, setting it down in front of the small bird.

Sosio saw the shiny round object, an orb, placed before her sprawled feet. She set her head back down on the ground.
"Someone left it there..."
She muttered.
"but was it the trapper or the trapped?"

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Zorre didn't really understand what Sosio was muttering about. He looked around anxiously. He surely didn't want to be in this hole when whoever -or whatever- had made this trap came back. "Go, should we," he said to his companion, worry seeping through his voice.

She plopped her wings back to the ground in a different position. She let out a grumbling sigh, attempting to roll over and get up. Everything was sore, but with a sharp pain instead of a soft, constant pain. It felt like a million tiny clawed-pokemon were digging their talons into her spine and legs, movement only stabbing those claws in deeper.

Sosio sort of squirmed across the dirt to where the rock was, resting her chin on the top and peering over. She scrambled up to the top, her back and beak low to the surface in attempt to feel no pain. She squeezed through the top to get behind it. It was a small space, but it was plenty comfortable. She leaned on the back of the dirt in the round, but instead of getting a comfortable head rest, her head fell straight back to the ground, a small amount of dirt falling on her face above her. She whipped around, looking for Zorre, and looked to where the wall once was. In the opposite direction of the sheltering rock in this tiny cover hole, was a huge underground room where they were. The ceiling went up as the hill did, and it looked like the size of the entire hill. The most terrifying sight was what was covering the floor. Bones. Bones of pokemon, scattered in piles around the brownish underground floor. Each pile was a full skeleton, and each skeleton was somewhat collapsed with no skin to be held in. The endoskeletons were of a huge range—mammal pokemon, humanoid pokemon, predator pokemon, and.... Bird pokemon....

Sosio's Energy Level:

aMEWzing carried out 1 launched of one Pricklemist Hill :

Zorre tugged at the vine that would allow them to get out of the trap, unknowing of his partner's strange discovery. Then the vine snapped, sending fragments of thorns and earth towards his face. He jumped back and then stopped, dread flooding through him. They were trapped! He looked around for Sosio to give her the bad news, only to find her gone. Where was she?!

He hurried over to the large boulder, to see that the wall behind it had fallen over, and Sosio was staring at the space beyond it with a strange expression on her face. He squeezed in beside her to look at whatever was causing her to act so strangely. His mouth fell open in surprise and horror. Skeletons of all kinds of pokemon lay scattered about a huge empty cavern.

Zorre squeaked in horror. He was a predator pokemon, yes. He wasn't a stranger to gory sights, but this... this was different. He had never seen so many dead pokemon in one place before. He closed his eyes against it, whimpering slightly to himself.

Surrounded by skeletons, surely, was the worst thing Sosio had ever been through. She was filled with horror and fear and just wanted to leave. She turned around, going to run back to the original cave, nearly running into Zorre. He surprised the fearful Fletchling so severely, she nearly screamed, but snapped her beak shut with her wings with an even worse fear it would attract the predator who had done this.

She crept nervously and disgustedly around the skeletal heaps, looking down to make sure she didn't step on any, caution taken place as fear in her eyes. She stopped and looked up, checked to see how Zorre was progressing, then looked straight ahead. Light leaked through a door-sized crevice, causing her eyes to spark in both reaction to the light, and realization that it was an exit.

Quicker now, she hopped hurriedly to the newfound exit, awkwardly hopping from one leg to another in order to avoid the bones. All her attention was towards her escape. As she reached it, she was bathed in the sunlight eminating from the near-dusk sky, a pathway leading from the edge of the hill straight ahead, where after a small bit of plain field, lead to a lake. In the center of the golden-shimmering body of water was somwhat of an island, covered all around with trees. The mist came to an end, and the trees were covered with a golden-orange leaf, most of which had already fallen to the crisp ground. The trees were tall and beautiful, the branches making a perfect perch for a bird like Sosio. The branches didn't stretch out over the edges of the lake, however, there were stepping stones to reach the leaf-covered hill that jutted smoothly out of the surface. The beauty was overwhelming for the bird who seeked comfort through trees, and this was the place for her. It's true that after a hurricane comes a rainbow. and this metaphorical rainbow came straight from the reflection of the water.

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Zorre followed behind Sosio closely, trying to avoid looking at the horrifying sights. He spotted the exit a few moments after Sosio did, and he hurried after her, tripping over a couple skulls on the way. He squealed like a baby, but did not care in his disgust and fright. He barreled out of the creepy hill and fell to the ground next to Sosio, where she was staring at their new discovery.

Zorre looked up, still sprawled belly-first on the soft grass. His jaw dropped, looking at the beautiful sight of the red-orange leaves floating across the lake on a soft breeze. With the red, orange, and yellow leaves on the lake's surface, the water seemed to be like a sea of fire in the midst of the curling mists of Pricklemist Hill.

Sosio was overwhelmed with the amazing view, even after staring at it for quite a bit. She walked toward with unmoving, unbelieving eyes, a wind slightly ruffling her feathers as she crossed the borders between dungeons and headed forward. Only a short halt when she reached the border of the moat, looking down and carefully stepping on each stone. The water slipped over their smooth round surfaces, but resisted becoming slippery as the water only slipped over the sides of each and slipped back with the rest of the gathered water molecules.

This was clearly the dungeon she had to scale before she was able to advance further on her journey. The only odd thing she began to notice was the lack of pathways, footprints, or even any trace of adventuring pokemon at all.
Why could this be? She wondered.
Probably because Pokemon haven't been here in a while... She concluded.

(When should we realize and head back to town to tell people? And what do we have to find first [the discovery treasure] before we do? |D I'm going to stop the Energy count because we can't roll for this dungeon )

Zorre got to his feet, following Sosio as she hopped across the stones and onto the island. He stared around, transfixed by the beauty of the island. The beauty seemed even more beautiful than perhaps it would otherwise be, after having seen such gruesome things on the way to this paradise. He bent down and ran one of his scythes through the piles of leaves lightly. His scythe bumped into something under the leaves, and he wiped the leaves away to see a huge golden apple. He had never seen an apple like this one, before. He picked it up carefully, cutting into it and taking a bite out of it. His eyes grew wide as the apple's flavors exploded in his mouth in an eruption of the best tastes he had ever tasted, ever!

"Amazing!" He breathed, offering Sosio a piece of the awesome fruit.

(Since Serene joked about making Perfect Apples appear here XD)

((Also, i'm not really sure. whenever you feel like we've explored the place enough.))

Watching Zorre halfheartedly, Sosio noticed him pull a fruit out of nowhere with no effort. It was as if he had rehearsed to have found an apple lying in the leaves while looking around him. Everything seemed magical here. Seeing the Pokemon extend his arm to offer her a slice, she tilted her head to the side and opened her beak, gently grasping it between the two scissored openings and orientating her head back to its normal position atop her shoulders. A tiny nod to toss back the expertly sliced crevice lead to a juicy snapping when she closed her beak. The fruit was... Perfect. It was sweet, un-bruised, crisp and fresh, just juicy enough to get her taste buds dancing.

"This is amazing!" She recited with a beak-full kept cleanly inside her bone-like jaws. "We have to tell people about these amazing fruits! The explorers of Grassveil would go nuts!"

(Best. Idea. Ever)

((Good enough? |D))