Disaster Bones

(Energy! 22 - 10 = 12)

Rouge looked forward, Shadowhew forest stood there ominously. This would be his second venture into this place; the first one time with a Zorua that had shiny ear rings. he couldn't remember her name, but she abandoned him there. A shiver went up his spine, but he had to be brave and face this place. It wasn't because he wanted to join a team or anything, no this was for himself. Rouge took a deep breath and walked forward into the forest; the underbrush was thick and hindered his movements. Progress was slow and viability wasn't the greatest but he kept pressing forward until he found himself on the edge of a small clearing.

Rouge looked around this clearing and remembered it, he had angered a pokemon and caused it to ram into a tree. The only reason he stood there today was due to that Zorua, and that made him oddly angry. 'Why couldn't he remember her name?' He wondered silently, looking around until he spotted a small fragment of cloth. Rouge walked up to it and inspected the torn cloth, after a few moments he recognized it. it was part of a ribbon the enraged pokemon had carried, one the Zorua took. He left the cloth where it was and turned around hoping to find some shred of evidence of who she was.

Having left the locale known as Fallen Leaf Copse prior after having taken a period of rest a while prior, Deimos has found himself passing through Shadowhue on his path to his next destination, wherever that may be. Despite having the resources available back at his current area of employment, Deimos had decided to avoid using it.

After all... Seeing the world for himself just so happened to be the very reason he first considered leaving his mountainous home in the first place. The Absol understood that to achieve Russel's dream of establishing a worldwide map, to accomplish his own in respectful memory, that he couldn't stop moving forward. His age old oath kept to heart, he understood constant travelling was necessary, lest he fall into stagnation.

The Absol carefully advanced through the thickly wooded locale, his eyes and kind on constant alert. The crunching of leaves underfoot, the gentle breeze had both become something he knew well... Especially when disturbed. The Absol was a cautious sort after all. He couldn't afford to not be so anymore. He was unaware of the presence of a non feral being existing in the area, not that he was quite so talkative to begin with.

He stood there inspecting the small clearing, occasionally shifting his position for a new view. Rouge carefully inspected every inch of the clearing, turning over every fallen leaf and stone on the ground. finally he looked at the tree it's self. His hand gently glided over the broken bark from where the charge had hit the tree, shaking it violently. He closed his eyes and concentraited, before hearing something peculiar.

Rouge heard the crunching of leaves and disturbance of foliage coming towards him. Panicking Rouge dropped into his ready stance; Club ready to swing and body low as he couldn't be sure if this pokemon would be a friend or a foe. His heart grew colder with every step he heard, eyes trained on the direction of the noise. He needed to be ready for anything to come out of those bushes for he had no one to save his small hide. He felt his mouth go dry with anticipation.

Deimos had at first been unaware of the non-feral's presence, however the sudden scramble of movement just up ahead of him, through the brush had set him alert. Beyond hearing audible sounds of quick movement, of panic, his own ability kicked in and into action. Using the very ability usually used to identify potential disasters, Deimos used it to check for disturbances up ahead.

At first, as his sensory capacity scanned the the ground before him all seemed normal. Once it was through the brush however, he'd found it. He could feel air flowing around something that wasn't just a tree. From the way the airflow was being forced to go around it, he was able to deduce it there was a living creature there before him. He could also feel It run along one particular long surface... Something clyndicral? Was that the right term?

Normally he would have just used the footprint's left by what he was attempting to track in order to identify a species, but the thick coating of dead leaves upon the ground rendered it a far less reliable endeavour. He knew his own movements would be betrayed by the sound of the very same leaves beneath his own feat. Yet the same was true for whatever lay before him, unless if it was an avian creature.

The Absol cautiously advanced, the sound of his own clawed feet crunching up leaves below it betraying any attempt at secrecy. If the being was Feral, Deimos would be willing to stand and fight, be it with claw or through the very ground beneath their feet. The Absol partially moved through the natural sight blocking underbrush, his horn being the first time to give himself away.

Rouge stood there for what felt like an eternity, waiting for what would come to come. Then he saw it. Some curved horn sticking out through the brush as it came closer, shortly followed by a face surrounded by white fur. It made his scaly skin crawl, almost as if was the face of a terrible cataclysm its self. Rouge took a step back as the rest of it's canine like body entered the clearing, his own legs visibly shaking. The claws on it's paws didn't do anything to detract from the imposing look, only adding more fear into Rouge's small heart. Rouge spoke in an attempt to communicate.

"F-f-frie-end o-or f-f-fo-oe?" His clunky speech only made his stammering worse. Rouge looked upon the pokemon and knew one thing. Should a fight break out, it would be unlikely for himself to win or get away. This only worsened his fears.