Route 32 | Outside Pokemon Center || Afternoon
Dorian moved at a leisurely pace, trying to recall where significantly large trees were rooted as he moved silently towards the fading scent of the kirlia. It was tough being blind, but lust for blood pushed him onwards, yet the current motivation was simply curiosity. As the great reptile grew closer to the pokémon centre, always staying close to the foliage, more scents began to creep into his nostrils. His tongue flicking from his mouth in order to enhance the aromas in the area, Dorian quickly picked up on the scent of the kirlia as well as several other bodies. He was sure there was at least one canine-like pokémon in the vicinity, but what interested him more with the lingering smell of blood. He could almost taste it in the air.
Momentarily distracted by the concoction of smells, the serperior’s slim, bloodied head suddenly made contact with a tree trunk, evoking an irritated hiss from the creature accompanied with the rustling of leaves. Whilst it hardly hurt, Dorian wasn’t prepared to have his location discovered just yet and quickly slithered around the obstacle, stepping up his speed to cause the long grass concealing him to shiver and sway with his movements. He imagined that his movements would go unnoticed unless someone had been closely inspecting the area, and the intensity of the pokemon’s scents made that a likely possibility.