Cinnabar Island | Noon
Kolva knew he was going to have to talk with someone eventually, and as he rest perched on the top of a dragon, he sighed and rested a little. As dangerous as a volcano may sound, it was most likely safe. The Zangoose knew of Mt. Pyre, a dormant volcano in his home region, and that it was safe, barring human and ghostly contact. The stories he'd heard of another mountain nearby were more volatile. Something to do with lava, heat, and earthquakes. Kolva really hoped he didn't have to deal with that in this one."Do hold on, and make sure that one doesn't fall either. It would be appreciated,"
spoke Drecht, his developed, red wings spanning to take flight. Kolva changed his position, his front aligned with Drecht's as he kept his paw firmly placed upon the warming scales of the golden creature's back. The first flight to the volcano was this one, and as he watched the others 'boarding' Drago, he couldn't help but be a little humored at the Furret's awkward position. The mighty dragon softly sprung his legs for an airborne leap, and Kolva held on.
They soared quite easily, gaining altitude in a breeze. The Zangoose's eyes widened as he scanned the area, the winds of the sky ruffling his fur as he looked every which way at the environment around him. He could see the entirety of the island, the massive continent beyond, and behind them, the shining seas. Crouching down with his stomach to his ride's back, Kolva hung on to the Persian with one paw and hung on with the other.
Looking into the seas made him wonder... was his home out there? He didn't know if he wanted to go back yet, turning his head away and instead looked over the airborne creature's head to the Cinnabar volcano. It seemed to have big... hole in the top of it that he had not seen before. He was curious, and his heart was pounding. He hadn't ever flown before... hadn't ever been this high before, he was even above trees! As silent as the Zangoose was, he was having fun, and deep inside, he knew it.
The journey was short due to the older Pokemon's will to get there in a hurry. He ducked his head close to his rider's neck as they slowly descended, eyeing the strange rocky areas around them. They were in some sort of cave, illuminated by daylight... though a small change in temperature signified Kolva that something hot
was nearby. He caught his breath and looked back to the Persian as they landed - thankfully, he hadn't slipped and was in a good position the entire time. He figured it would be better if this creature lived, anyway... He wasn't sure why, but it felt like the better choice.
Sitting up once more and rotating his head everywhere, Kolva was entranced at his new environment. Besides, the warm heat and shelter were very good to someone like him, who'd previously been soaked in ice-cold water.
Sliding and eventually leaping off the Salamence, the white creature landed a little less gracefully than he'd hoped. His darn leg was still hurting, and he was more tired than usual by this point. As the others began to fly in, he eyed them for a moment before walking on all-fours to a cavern wall, and lying down next to it. Looking back and forth rather quickly, he made sure nobody was watching and gave a lick to his paw as if he was cleaning. He had to unruffle his fur at some point, right?
Nothing much drew his attention, save for the Pidgeot. He figured it was injured by the way it came in, but he didn't even think as to why. Just as he was about to look away, it... It began to do something.
'Wind', the Pidgeot, was something much more. With a small amount of light, it had reverted down to something small, and pink... Kolva's head raised a little as he blinked curiously, inspecting the creature. He had no idea it was a legendary, and thus, his stature was far less respectful than, say, Drago's.
Sitting up a bit more, he huffed out a barely audible "Huh...?" and his he sniffed the air curiously. What in the world was happening, anyway? These Pokemon fighting the monster Pokemon, being washed up, had... had the world really changed so quickly? With his eyes a bit more narrowed, he simply sat by the wall, watching... and hopefully, learning. Learning something about what in the blazes was going on.