Inside Mt. Mortar | nighttime
A few fizzling flakes of ash dropped lightly onto the boulders lining the small, well-concealed entrance to Mt. Mortar. A lone Golbat, weary with infection and ravenous hunger, floated on the ash-ridden breeze towards the hole, seeking darkness and the viable heartbeats within it. Its bloodshot eyes skimmed over the entrance several times before it decided to rely on its acute sense of smell and echolocation to hover just before the hole. The warm scent of blood was just inside...
In a flash, the Golbat dropped, both wings severed from its half-decayed body. As it lay writhing on the ground, a blade was plunged into its gaping mouth, severing its still-gasping jaws in two. There was no blood -- only a strange powder, much like the ash descending from the murky nighttime clouds above.
Chivalry removed his elbow-blade from the rock beneath the still Golbat, standing and offering the infected creature a half-pitying look. How unfortunate. How sad. He turned and retreated back into the secure warmth of Mt. Mortar, reaching over to wipe his blade on the cave wall; a few bits of the Golbat's powdered blood was left on the rock. A dirty blade could mean infection for the Gallade.
There was protection within the cave's warm walls: Chivalry had rolled heavy boulders in front of the mountain's main passage, blocking it off from most of the infected; to those that could climb or fly, there was only one entrance to the mountain, and this was well-guarded by the relaxed Dual-type. He would only venture from his cliffside home-base to hop down the rocky face to a grassy patch a few feet below, where he would tend to the few Berry plants he dared to nurture. Though he was risking his life just to grow the plants, it was beyond important to keep up his health.
A small pile of Berries sat in a well-prepared nest of leaves on a high shelf in the cave wall. Chivalry reached up and picked through them, selecting the choicest Oran Berry and moving back to his position just within the safety of the cave's mouth. There he sat, a silent sentinel carefully inspecting his held Berry before popping it into his mouth and chewing slowly, quietly -- the scent could attract more outsiders.