[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]National Park/Late Afternoon
(G: 24 | B: 63)
Garth had been so busy allowing his morbid imagination to take hold of him that he'd almost forgotten that there were several new victims for him waiting down below. He slithered over to the next branch, where there was less obstruction from the leaves, and eyed them all individually. First, the Weavile - the first of them to have appeared. He chuckled to himself as it became obvious to him that the Ice-type was already coming to blows with the temperamental legendary. Still, he had guts to stand up to her like he did, despite his posture, tone of voice and overall demeanor suggesting that he was nothing more than a coward, albeit with some
balls. Garth knew that Pokemon like that were all talk and if Latias should decide to attack him, he would be scurrying away in a heartbeat.
The Weavile - or Buck as he called himself - wasn't the only one with a decent pair, it seemed. The Abra, who strangely referred to himself as something like 'the Doctor', actually had the nerve to approach Latias and examine her like she was some sort of valuable trinket; a collector's item. Garth had to slap a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from howling with laughter as Latias lost her temper and blasted a Dragon Pulse at him. The only one to actually feel sorry for the idiot was a young Buizel, who stood by the fallen Psychic-type and begged him to get up. Secretly, Garth did hope that he wasn't dead just yet - why should that fancy legend have all his fun? No, he
was the killer around here, he'd made that perfectly clear not too long ago. Although he had to wonder how long it would be until Lalita mentioned him to her new group. Had she already forgotten about his promise to return and finish her off? Garth snarled and clawed at the branch below him as his burning eyes glared straight down at the Eon dragon - that bitch was grabbing all the attention. He would have to fix that.
Lastly, the Houndoom's gesture of kindness did not convince Garth in the slightest. The charitable, good-hearted soul he was making himself out to be by delivering the berries would not be wearing such a contraption around his snout; a muzzle, if he was correct in thinking. Not only that, but the guy looked positively starving
. Surely one as hungry as him would eat those berries for himself before even considering handing them out to Pokemon he didn't even know. Yes, this canine was up to something, and Garth didn't like it. He already had the bad-tempered dragon to deal with. He decided that he was going to keep an exceptionally close eye on those two. They will have to go first.
The conversations between group members were boring to say the least, apart from Buck deciding to get gutsy with a homicidal legendary dragon. He was beginning to think that things were going to become stale but, from out of nowhere, a scream rang out. Immediately alert, Garth raised his head off his hand and allowed the sound to reverberate in his head. That was not the scream of a Pokemon.
If it was not a Pokemon, there was only one thing it could be. A HUMAN.
Garth was off in an instant, zooming through the trees in the direction the scream had echoed from. Looking down at the path a few metres to his left, Lalita had decided to follow it as well, surely for a reason entirely unlike his own. Human. Blood. MINE.
Buck's interest in his new little band of idiots was quickly starting to dwindle. He barely noticed as Lalita scooped up the berry from his hand - he was too busy debating whether he was better off just leaving this lot to adventure without him. While there was safety in numbers, these Pokemon were just about the strangest bunch of misfits, weirdos and maniacs he had ever met. He felt as though he was traveling with a circus rather than a group of survivors. How they had managed to live for this long he did not know.
Not only did he have all that to deal with, but there was always the possibility of that absolute psychopath of a Grovyle coming back. He had looked pretty serious as he had warned Lalita that he would return, even though he was completely deranged. Just the memory of him hacking away at that Vigoroth while screaming with laughter made him shiver.
But an unfamiliar scream broke Buck out of his trail of thought, and his ears twitched upright as he turned in its direction. "What was that?"
Before he could figure it out, Lalita had taken off down the path. Having no idea why he was doing it, Buck followed her. His longer legs carried him along with ease and he was quickly able to catch up to the Fire-type fox, skidding to a halt just as she threw herself at a very pissed off and very undead Krookodile. Buck was momentarily confused - surely this abomination of nature had not screamed like that? But as the white Ninetails ended her attack and defensively stood in front of the tall human that the gator had been after, Buck felt more unnerved by his
presence than that of the angry Ground-type.
The only relationship he'd ever had with a human was after he and his friends got caught thieving - the man had screamed profanities at them and tossed a frying pan in their direction as they fled. It was the only time they had ever been caught directly in the act, and thus the first instance in his life when he'd had a human interact with him, and it had not
been positive. Nonetheless, he knew that not all humans possessed large frying pans as weapons - this one only seemed to have a beaten up Pidgeotto."Back off, you creep!"
Buck joined Lalita's side, albeit reluctantly, and prepared to protect the rather pathetic-looking human. He must've been going mad - here he was defending a human while all his life all he'd ever done was steal from them and exploit them. Still, if he was going to get some respect around here and maybe get Latias to shut up as a bonus, he'd have to prove himself in one way or another. Maybe this one event would determine whether he was going to go solo or not.