"I don't like this Orio why are we leaving our home I mean they say there's no place like home and I agree 'cause there is no place like home
so why are we leaving it to go to the desert I mean I hear deserts are hot and sandy and otherwise unpleasent so why are we going there and abandoning our home
I mean to me it doesn't make sense!"
"Shut up for a moment and I'll tell you," answered Orio, the Pichu Whiney was following. He waited a second, and Whiney shut his mouth, waiting. Pichu savered the silence coming from the Wynaut behind him and the peaceful, natural noises around them. A light breeze blew through the trees around them - they had yet to leave the forest - and he watched as the wind ruffled the aged oaks' leaves, some floating to the ground like a ship in a gentle sea, swaying up and forwards, then slowly changing direction and heading backwards, down towards the ground. Peace, Orio thought, content at the moment. He listened to the distant noises of Chatots singing and other poke'mon scurrying around, adding there own mix to the melody of nature. Orio sighed, happy. He looked around the forest that had been his home for less than a year. Dispite being there for a short time, Pichu thought he was as close to the forest as the poke'mon who'd lived there for decades. Nature, how he loved it. The worst thing possible, Orio had decided long ago, was to be born in captivity, which, unfortunatly, was how Orio came to the world.
The Pichu climbed onto a nearby rock after noticing berries hanging from a nearby tree, rich and tantelizing. Much to his disappointment, however, his meaty Pichu hands couldn't reach the delicous snack, even when standing on his hind legs - something he did rarely case he fell. "Whiney." The Pichu whispered so as not to disturb the nearby poke'mon. "I'll tell you my reasons if you can get that fruit." Whiney obliged, and, had Orio not said to shut up, would have talked all the while, something Orio's temples couldn't stand - his companion's whining had given him a splitting headache. His nickname suits him so well, Orio thought as he rubbed his sore temples and watched as Whiney reached out for the fruit.
After taking the fruit from Whiney and, realizing he could stall the conversation no longer, said, "Those poke'mon . . . aren't themselves. 'Revenge,' 'Revenge,' they say, but I want revenge on them. Wherever they go, nature seems to cower. Those birds. . . . When I fought them, I noticed that the leaves would always fall as far away from them as possible, no matter the breeze. As for why we're going to the desert, it's because the wind coming from that direction. . . . It's cold, biting, evil. . . . It's howling is not that of normal wind; it sounds like screams of pain, it sounds like it wishes to torture you, grab you and choke you till you give in to its evil. . ." Orio shivered and his voice trailed away as he gazed at nothing, as if he could see the evil if he willed it to appear.
Despite the touching explanation, Orio's whining companion didn't seem moved; on the contrary, he seemed more annoyed. "There's more than that I know there is tell me the full truth and I'll know if you're lying 'cause my mommy used to call my her little lie detector and I'll go beep beep beeeeeeeep if you say I don't know what I'm talking about so tell me the full truth Orio." Orio's distant gaze remained upon him as he answered, but now it seemed like he was looking through time, at a distant but not forgotten memory. ". . . You're right." Orio started his final explanation hesitantly. "I want to prove to my self I'm stronger then a bunch of purple pidgeons. I want to prove I'm worth more thant the trash my trainer thought I was. I want to be strong, and I want to show I'll stand up for my opinions." The explanation ended, Pichu got out of his crouched position, and, not looking back, said, "Come on. To the desert."
And they left, headed to dengers unkown, and, though it could be a trick of the noon-day sun, Whiney thought he saw little prisms of water fall behind Orio, and knew that his companion was crying.
((OOC:Edit: Any comments or would like to join up? PM me (I need someone to join up with, anyway.) ))
"Shut up for a moment and I'll tell you," answered Orio, the Pichu Whiney was following. He waited a second, and Whiney shut his mouth, waiting. Pichu savered the silence coming from the Wynaut behind him and the peaceful, natural noises around them. A light breeze blew through the trees around them - they had yet to leave the forest - and he watched as the wind ruffled the aged oaks' leaves, some floating to the ground like a ship in a gentle sea, swaying up and forwards, then slowly changing direction and heading backwards, down towards the ground. Peace, Orio thought, content at the moment. He listened to the distant noises of Chatots singing and other poke'mon scurrying around, adding there own mix to the melody of nature. Orio sighed, happy. He looked around the forest that had been his home for less than a year. Dispite being there for a short time, Pichu thought he was as close to the forest as the poke'mon who'd lived there for decades. Nature, how he loved it. The worst thing possible, Orio had decided long ago, was to be born in captivity, which, unfortunatly, was how Orio came to the world.
The Pichu climbed onto a nearby rock after noticing berries hanging from a nearby tree, rich and tantelizing. Much to his disappointment, however, his meaty Pichu hands couldn't reach the delicous snack, even when standing on his hind legs - something he did rarely case he fell. "Whiney." The Pichu whispered so as not to disturb the nearby poke'mon. "I'll tell you my reasons if you can get that fruit." Whiney obliged, and, had Orio not said to shut up, would have talked all the while, something Orio's temples couldn't stand - his companion's whining had given him a splitting headache. His nickname suits him so well, Orio thought as he rubbed his sore temples and watched as Whiney reached out for the fruit.
After taking the fruit from Whiney and, realizing he could stall the conversation no longer, said, "Those poke'mon . . . aren't themselves. 'Revenge,' 'Revenge,' they say, but I want revenge on them. Wherever they go, nature seems to cower. Those birds. . . . When I fought them, I noticed that the leaves would always fall as far away from them as possible, no matter the breeze. As for why we're going to the desert, it's because the wind coming from that direction. . . . It's cold, biting, evil. . . . It's howling is not that of normal wind; it sounds like screams of pain, it sounds like it wishes to torture you, grab you and choke you till you give in to its evil. . ." Orio shivered and his voice trailed away as he gazed at nothing, as if he could see the evil if he willed it to appear.
Despite the touching explanation, Orio's whining companion didn't seem moved; on the contrary, he seemed more annoyed. "There's more than that I know there is tell me the full truth and I'll know if you're lying 'cause my mommy used to call my her little lie detector and I'll go beep beep beeeeeeeep if you say I don't know what I'm talking about so tell me the full truth Orio." Orio's distant gaze remained upon him as he answered, but now it seemed like he was looking through time, at a distant but not forgotten memory. ". . . You're right." Orio started his final explanation hesitantly. "I want to prove to my self I'm stronger then a bunch of purple pidgeons. I want to prove I'm worth more thant the trash my trainer thought I was. I want to be strong, and I want to show I'll stand up for my opinions." The explanation ended, Pichu got out of his crouched position, and, not looking back, said, "Come on. To the desert."
And they left, headed to dengers unkown, and, though it could be a trick of the noon-day sun, Whiney thought he saw little prisms of water fall behind Orio, and knew that his companion was crying.
((OOC:Edit: Any comments or would like to join up? PM me (I need someone to join up with, anyway.) ))
