Lost and more lost
Sept 5, 2018 11:26:35 GMT -8
Post by DrakeX on Sept 5, 2018 11:26:35 GMT -8
Sagan’s Den. A place that had been struck by the last remains of a meteor centuries ago, most of its body having burned up as it entered Earth’s atmosphere. A place that no human had dared to approach as it had been too far removed from civilization for any human to try and conquer the land. Not that many would try as the Mines were the only entrance to the Den and by the time humans could safely and timely traverse those, the Den was already ruled over by Pokémon and nature.
It was a treacherous place, where one could not trust their compasses nor even their own sense of direction. A place where many a ‘Mon and man have lost their way, with some rumors floating around that some even lost their very lives. It was a place to not be underestimated as even the most savvy, navigationally skilled and well prepared could lose their way. But what about someone who was none above? What if someone who had no navigational skills whatsoever entered? Would they find themselves lost even more so, never to be found? Or would they be capable of traversing through the Den with little to no problem? It was sadly a question that would never be answered. After all, no person without those capabilities would ever think of entering the Den, wouldn’t they? Right?
Deep inside Sagan’s Den, after following many twists and taking who knows how many turns, a sound echoes through the pathways. It was one that spooked some of the local life, not because of any ill feeling the sound brought, but because the mere sudden disruption it caused. The sound was slightly foreign to the locals, mostly because only a small number of humans ever reached this location with their sanity in tact. The noise that followed that one was something they were far more familiar with, one filled with despair and anguish. Most Pokémon turned away, not feeling like interacting with any of the two leggers. Others on the other hand went to see what poor soul had lost it, while some just wanted to know what that first sound had been and where it originated from.
If one would follow the sound, one would come to the peculiar sight of a strange duo. One of the two was standing upright and absolutely towered over his companion. He was dressed mostly in gray coloured clothes, with his legs covered by a baggy pair of pants littered with pockets and his feet protected by military issued leather boots. His upper body was covered by a vest that was kept open, showcasing a white undershirt that did little to hide the amount of muscle the man carried. It was easy to determine that he was the source of the first noise that echoed by, as he was still emitting it.
His companion was far shorter, wore no clothes whatsoever and was, unlike his upright partner, kneeling on the ground while it repeatedly punched the ground with an occasional choking sound coming from its mouth. Its body was mainly brown coloured, with a light brown mask adorning his eyes and nose, and seemingly brown pouches attached to its leg. A green leaf lay limp on top of its head as it moved along with the creature’s head movement.
The two were standing - well one was, the other crouched - in front of a wall that blocked their path. Their left and right were also blocked by walls, which meant that their only way to make any progress was to make absolutely none by turning back the way they came. The larger one could try to make a path of his own with his pickaxe, but chances were that he’d be here for days if not weeks. Not that he was capable of doing such a feat at this moment, as he was far too busy laughing at their situation.
“Bahahahahah! Would you look at that? Another dead end. Bahahah! Seems like we’ll need to turn around again.” The human laughed merrily, a twinkle in his eyes, a tear in the corner of an eye and a broad smile on his smile that showcased his white teeth. He was so used to getting lost out in the open that he honestly didn’t mind meeting dead end after dead end inside this place. He was almost as comfortable under the ground as he was above it. His companion on the other hand did not share this tolerance, as it was busy holding back tears of frustration. The words shook the Pokémon out of its self-pity. As a matter of fact, they it froze it. After a few seconds passed, the Pokémon shakily turned its head to its trainer with a mad glint in its eye.
The human just had the time to blink at the receiving look, until his Pokémon released another anguished cry before it jumped at him with a fist cocked back. The human simply laughed at the attempt before he grabbed the creature’s body with one hand, the appendage big enough to encircle the Pokémon’s body, keeping the Pokémon a safe distance from his face. He was rewarded by it thrashing in his hold while it tried to punch him for putting it through all of this. Why did the Pokémon have to be saddled up with such a direction challenged moron?!!! He loved the man to death but getting lost all the time, especially in a foreign place, was chipping away at the Pokémon’s nerves and self control.
That was what anyone who laid eyes upon them would gaze at. A giant of a man laughing merrily, while holding an angry and trashing Pokémon in its hand.
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