BIRCHWOOD FOREST
One day, a Wurmple had decided to find the world of the outsiders. It wasn’t a spontaneous decision; he’s spent almost a year watching any and every outsider that came into the forest (that he could find anyway). He’d spent many hours learning what he could of their language and their attitudes, such that he could eventually learn to emulate them. He’d even come up with a syllable by which he would be identifies, as they often did - Bob.
He’d spent months imagining what life would be like with someone watching his back - ensuring he’d have help in exchange for loyalty on his part. He spent weeks contemplating what a large group of Pokemon with such exchanges would be like. Just before leaving, he’d gathered berries and other knick-knacks that he might be able to trade for passage into whatever abode they may have. He had placed them in a net of leaves tied with string. Ten minutes ago, he finally moved in a random direction.
Bob was now lost. He was not very surprised - it was a dungeon, after all. The dungeon shifts, often without its inhabitants noticing, and the only way to realize this is to notice one’s nest or food cache disappear. Still, being completely and utterly lost and without any direction was rather disheartening. He could only hope that an outsider would come by, so that he might follow them back. Perhaps he could even form a bond, as he’d seen in many outsiders.
He spotted a pidgey in the corner of his eye - it was watching him. It looked like he’d been targeted by a predator - a situation made even worse by the enticing net of berries on his back.
If he knew any expletives, he'd doubtless be using them now. Instead, he carefully walked away, hoping that it didn't realize he'd noticed it. Or that he was mistaken.
((EDIT: Changed the tense to past))
One day, a Wurmple had decided to find the world of the outsiders. It wasn’t a spontaneous decision; he’s spent almost a year watching any and every outsider that came into the forest (that he could find anyway). He’d spent many hours learning what he could of their language and their attitudes, such that he could eventually learn to emulate them. He’d even come up with a syllable by which he would be identifies, as they often did - Bob.
He’d spent months imagining what life would be like with someone watching his back - ensuring he’d have help in exchange for loyalty on his part. He spent weeks contemplating what a large group of Pokemon with such exchanges would be like. Just before leaving, he’d gathered berries and other knick-knacks that he might be able to trade for passage into whatever abode they may have. He had placed them in a net of leaves tied with string. Ten minutes ago, he finally moved in a random direction.
Bob was now lost. He was not very surprised - it was a dungeon, after all. The dungeon shifts, often without its inhabitants noticing, and the only way to realize this is to notice one’s nest or food cache disappear. Still, being completely and utterly lost and without any direction was rather disheartening. He could only hope that an outsider would come by, so that he might follow them back. Perhaps he could even form a bond, as he’d seen in many outsiders.
He spotted a pidgey in the corner of his eye - it was watching him. It looked like he’d been targeted by a predator - a situation made even worse by the enticing net of berries on his back.
If he knew any expletives, he'd doubtless be using them now. Instead, he carefully walked away, hoping that it didn't realize he'd noticed it. Or that he was mistaken.
((EDIT: Changed the tense to past))