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Faraway Island| Sunset
A tired form slithered in and out of the underbrush as it made its way from shadow to shadow, hiding its size with the camouflage. The movements were more sluggish than they should have been, the would-be precise wave of muscles jittery and lethargic. Tired eyes matched their body's movements; half-lidded and unfocused with fatigue. The scarred arbok's wounds had had little time to mend, and many were still weeping from the endless moving.
It had been nearly a week since she had left the ruins of her home in Azalea, her anger and hate for her former companions fueling her nomadic trail, keeping her traveling nearly all day and night for almost three days. Fatigue slowed her down, but still she kept onward, the only thing directing her her instinct to live and the sun. Continually heading South, or so she hoped, she had crossed land and sea to reach the pathetic spit of land she now crawled around on. Her stomach growled for attention, her wounds throbbed for mercy, her throat clenched for some relief. They were all ignored, her mind now numbt o such things. She had to keep going. Had to keep going. 'Have to keep going...'
It took a moment for her to realize something was amiss, out of the ordinary. Pausing, it took a few moments to gather the strength to lift her head and hood above the brush to discover that the strange things were voices. Another moment was taken to realize that voices meant living pokemon and living pokemon meant... meant... Her eyes blinked as she struggled to come to a conclusion, her sleep-depravated mind too cloudy to function properly. Living pokemon meant a group... did she even want that anymore? No, wait... there was something else with living... food...? Food? When had been the last time she'd eaten?
Not answering her own question, she ventured forward, toward the voices. They all sounded garbled to her, her mind too hindered to really care what was being said. Back in Johto, she was a supreme huntress, a master of stealth and evasion, striking and killing her prey before they even knew they were in danger. Now, however, she was a shadow of that, clumsily slithering over branches and leaves, her approach almost a damn fanfare of noise. However, this didn't stop her thoughts. She was hunting, and by Legends above, she was going to hunt. She quickened her pace when she saw a black form, an umbreon.
Her eyes widened in realization as Plague's and Scourge's faces flashed in her mind. UMBREON! Her rage surfacing once more, it gave her enough of a boost to propel her body forward, wrapping her bloodied coils around the small, fluffy thing. "I'll KILL you for what you did! You little coward-- blow up my home and run, will you!? I'LL KILL YOU!"
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