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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.