Route 121 | Late Afternoon
Arrow 11 | Sear 7
The Pikachu's blink and nod to the Nidorino. Proper night vision was certainly not their thing and this area was much too open for it to be a decent nights shelter. Traveling in the dark didn't sound much better when the terrain and dangers were unknown. A small shiver runs through Sear's spine at the thought of those lurking out there, waiting for them to walk by. If would be so much easier if she could just remember the dangers out their and how to deal with them. But Im not that lucky now, am I? Turning her head and body in the direction they are to set off the fabric feeling on her neck works its way into her thoughts. That bow was another thing she could not remember and it was darn puzzling. Had she had friends? Had she been owned and.. loved?
Shaking off the thought she pads forward comfortably on four paws, falling in line just behind the neck-like portion for the snake. With a hard flick of her tail Sear realizes that even though she had given her name out nether of the purple Pokemon had returned the gesture. Pokemon these days. Glancing behind herself Sear can see Arrow walking with firm steps. His head is held high and proud, eyes glistening with determination as though he has gone down this path every day of his life. In reality he had never been outside of Orre other then when he was a small child. With a large yawn Arrow shakes his head a bit, the tattered end of his scarf breaking note as it slides on the ground. Maybe it would be better if he found a different way to wear it.
Ignoring the scarf Arrow can feel his mind starting to wander. The day was definitely not young and after the small burst of adrenaline nether was his energy. This 'Safari Zone' place better be closer rather then further. Blinking slowly, rapid movement catches the attention of his lazy eyes. With a quick hop and a bounce Sear had launched herself onto a tree trunk and was shimmying her way up into the high branches like it was nothing. With a soft grunt Arrow cant help but be a bit jealous. He had never really liked being up in the trees, especially after the accident, but Sear always seemed so at home. Forget mice, that girl was a spider Mankey.
Hopping between the branches the female Pikachu feels tingles in her pelt as the wind brushes lightly through her fur. This was it. This had to be the place that he species belonged; the treetops. Flapping her ears with each leap the electric type believes ever more that she is part flying type. It only made sense. Why else would she love the trees so much and have wings? Her faded eyes catch sight of something in the distance, though just how far is a mystery to her. It looked like a building of sorts, the first she had seen in a good while. Stopping for just a moment she calls down to the others, "Do you think we will get there before it gets too dark?"