White Forest | Afternoon (27)
Prophet hadn’t come back yet….That was the single thought that kept creeping into Gio’s head. The prophet said he was going to come back real soon, but still nothing. He got tired of waiting though, even with his idol’s words of staying put, he could not anymore, he needed to find his Prophet soon, he knew nothing else really.
He walked and he walked, first on two feet for a while, but that grew tiring, so he switched to all fours, it felt more….natural. Plus his prophet tended to run on all fours also, so it made him happy to be mimicking him even then. Though not happy enough to forget his loneliness. He had never really been alone, all he knew was of that shiny bugger and Prophet, and now he didn’t even have that bugger. But buggers were scary, so Gio was not so sad to not have the bugger. Though the fact that he was not eating AND away from the Prophet meant that buggers would find Gio soon.
He eventually stopped in front of a…..whatchamakalit. If he was here he’d know what to call it. But for now it was a whatchamakalit. A big whatchamakalit though. What to do with it was beyond him, so he sat in front of it, looking out to see if his prophet had come looking for this thing, so they could finally be reunited and go rolling in the berry bushes or something.
“Hey kiddo! You alive?"
He wasn’t expecting that…..not at all. He was hoping for something to happen, but for a stripy pokemon to be poking its head out of the whatchamakalit was not one of them.
“Not ‘live, Me Gio!”
Gio had no clue why they would call him alive, he already had so many other nicknames, many of which he couldn’t remember right now. He wasn’t gonna let some stripy pokemon start making up nicknames for him, that’s The Prophet’s Job.