Still [MOD]

[Tray Daniels]

The gentle lapping of the waves as they licked at the shore and a tink, tink, tinking against the metal pipe that ran into its depths filled the air. Placed there by humans to draw water to feeds their ever growing city, the pipes left man’s mark on the otherwise serene landscape. Even this place had not been untouched by the devastation of the apocalypse, the carcasses dead and rotting trees still lay upon the shores or floating in the water, areas of ground where logs long since rotted away once laid, were now stained a dark brown from their organic makeup. Patches of grass that had survived the catastrophe now etched out a living among the remaining trees that surround the wide lake like a wooden wall. Silent sentinels watching over the deceptively peaceful area, one of such figures, a towering ancient oak, its truck scarred with the markings of an Ursaring‘s claws, now sheltered a different kind of predator. His lithe form crouched on a thick branch, a dark green cloak draped across his still form, making him invisible to the world.

A powerful longbow rested against his inner left thigh, left there with in easy reach by its owner until needed. The hunter had positioned himself well, perched high up in this tree he afforded a 180 degree view of the lake and its surrounding shores. He could comfortably watch the shore nearest to him while keeping an eye on the rest of the area in case promising targets appeared. In which case he could easily descend from his branch to track the unsuspecting target, his dark green cloak allowing him to vanish into the forest like a phantom. But for now, he would remain where he was, with the view of the lake in front and several meters into the forest behind- he had found an ideal roost. Sitting still, resting his right side against the main body of the tree, left foot on the branch while his right leg rested on the hard wood bent at the knee to keep his foot from dangling over the side and alerting prey, he waited.

The branch was extremely large and sturdy, able to accommodate his sitting position with a full two inches to spare. The oak was truly massive ! Towering high above many of its neighbors- a testament to its stubborn will the survive. The young man was in no hurry to leave, no one would see him; to all the world he would look like a group of leaves in the shadows. His cloak providing perfect camouflage, the hood hiding his face in shadow. He had been in this same position for over three hours, never once had he moved, only allowing his keen eyes to wander the surrounding landscape. No thoughts flitted through his usually buzzing mind, he was completely in tune with the land around him, accustom to its sounds and movements; its living rhythm.

He was a skilled hunter, born from strict discipline. Even as his legs cramped and his back longed to be stretched, he remained unmoving. The slightest movement could alert potential prey to his presence ruining his hunt. A small breeze whispered through the trees, stirring thousands of leaves into a great hissing symphony. Many smaller trees shifted with this small wind that caught their leaves like tiny ship sails, pulling them along. But the giant oak did not move, it would not yield to such a pathetic lick. Tray however did move slightly, imitating the shift and sway of the leaves around him. His cloak would only keep him invisible as long as he did his job. The wind died, leaving the world still once more, only the tink, tink, tink remained. Still nothing stirred, not a single breath of life could be detected by the man’s keen senses.

Perhaps the movements of man into their territory had driven the pokemon away, their noisy pipes causing the birds and other small creatures to flee for quieter lands. Surely something remained, pokemon were known the be resourceful, able to adapt to the situations thrown at them. Yet nothing had come to the lake to drink in the passed three hours he had sat here, laying in wait. Tray had resigned himself to another hour of waiting, when a muffled sound suddenly pierced the silent rhythm he had become subconsciously accustomed to. Tensing, he slowly gripped his bow, in one fluid motion his had raised the deadly weapon, drawn an and knocked arrow from the quiver hidden under a flap of green cloth on his cloak. He had not had to think about it, the action was completely instinctual, drilled into him by years of rigorous practice. His eyes scanned the area in which the sound had come from, never resting in the same place for long as he looked at a place directly, then out of his peripheral vision searching for anything amiss. His fingers keep the bow string at a quarter of its draw, if the target came into view and proved fruitful, he could pull the bow to its full draw weight, aim and fire in less then a heart beat. If the mysterious creature proved to be a pitiful target, he would resume his statue-like position and wait for a better one to appear.
The hunt had begun!

[Kuroya]

WILD PANSAGE APPEARED!

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Pansage || Male || Overgrow || Grass || Level 9
Scratch || Leer || Lick

The little Pansage was hungry. He has spent most of the day with his friends goofing off out by the abandoned buildings that weren't all too far away. He loved being able to dart in and out of the rubble, chasing his friends in a game of tag in the same way he always would, and if the ground underneath them would make a few strange noises every now and again, that was okay too, it was just the sound that everything was all right. His world was still in the normal that he had grown up with, and with that, he knew that it always would be too; that was the reassurance that those sounds gave him, that he would always be able to romp about in the abandoned houses with his friends and play tag for the rest of his days. He did that most days, though sometimes they'd pick some different locations to play about in, and as a result, he was usually hungry when the time came for him to go home to his little tree in the lake area.

His stomach rumbled loudly in the quiet, and he winced, one paw falling down to his belly to press against it, almost as if he could will it away to stop rumbling at him. Making a little face, he continued walking until he found his usual source of food, a small berry bush just a few yards from the lake. He dove into it, finding all of his favorite berries and beginning to eat them contentedly, ignoring the fact that every time he moved made a little rustling sound that could no doubt be picked up by a keen ear. He was hungry enough that he didn't really care, and besides, it wasn't as if there were a whole lot of predators around these parts anyway. He was safe enough.

[Tray Daniels]

His eyes had found the source of the noise, he watched as the berry bush shook violently as the creature devoured the bush’s contents. Bow held at full draw, his fingers barely brushing the tip of his lips, his eyes picking out the source of the movement. He could not see the definite figure, the pokemon had completely buried itself in to the bush, consumed by the act of feeding itself. What ever the pokemon was it was relatively small, nothing large enough to provide more then a meal, perhaps its pelt would be worth a good price, most of them were. Still he hesitated, his arm keeping the string drawn back with ease, a person with lesser arm strength would not have been able to hold it steady for so long. Muscles would have begun to strain, their aim would become shaky and unsure. Not him, his arm, back, and shoulder was strong, honed and trained by years of practice, guided by his father’s hand. Eyes narrowing in concentration the young man tried to pick out the pokemon from the greenery to confirm his shot, a flash of green fur revealed his target.

He shot, quicker then a blink two more arrows went sailing after the first, each sent to either side if it to catch the prey in case it moved to dodge the first shot. His heart pounded within his chest with the thrill of the hunt, his instinct telling him to descend the tree and make sure the prey was truly dead, if not then to finish it off himself. He remained where he was, stock still, muscles tense, another arrow notched and ready to be fired. He was ready to spring into action if the creature moved, even he could miss occasionally. It was a shame that what ever it was wasn’t bigger, he would have preferred a Stantler or some other large game. He needed to stock up on his meat, their larger pelt and antlers would have fetched a nice price as well. But beggars can’t be choosers, he had to take the first opportunity that came to him, after so long without a single sight of life meant the rest of the hunt would be unfruitful. If this ‘mon escaped his arrows its alarm cry would alert anything else of his presence, if it died the smell of death would also ward of beasts away. Either way he’d need to relocate and continue his waiting game, it was still early morning, he’d hunt all day to accumulate a decent profit if he had to.



He remained silent, anyone who knew him as the talkative idiot would think he had gone mad, when in the company of others he never sat still or remained silent. When hunting he was a totally different person, his serious nature showed as he strove to take down prey with a single shot without a moments hesitation. Back in the city he pretended to be a care free, naive, seeking nothing but to help and retain peace. Now he was a cunning predator out for blood, the cat within him had awoken, longing to find a fat mouse and toy with it. It was truly a spectacular transformation that came about Tray Daniels, one he rarely shared with anyone, if word were to spread no one would believe his act and drop their guard around him. He could not afford that, it was one of his greatest weapons.

[Kuroya]

WILD PANSAGE APPEARED!

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Pansage || Male || Overgrow || Grass || Level 9
Scratch || Leer || Lick

The Pansage was just nomming away on the berries happily, his little tail swishing behind him when suddenly there was an arrow quivering in the trunk of the bush right beside him. His eyes went wide as he reached forward to lay a paw on the shaft of it, body flinching as two more shot to either side of him, barely missing his body. He was under attack! Utilizing everything he knew from instinct and the war games he would play with his friends, he shimmied himself carefully around inside the bush, eyes flickering up to spot the bronzed skin and the shock of black hair that no doubt had fired those arrows at him. Well fine. He had been perfectly content to just eat his berries, and if the human had asked nicely, he might have even decided to go with him, but after the stupid human had tried to put a fucking arrow in his head - seriously, who still did that? - he was pissed. The gauntlet had been thrown, and he was going to rise to the challenge.

In a flash, he darted out of the bush and up into the trees, spring-boarding off the first branch he landed on, moving about in an unpredictable pattern to make it harder to hit him. He was riled up now, and that was why he felt no guilt about scooping up some poop and flinging at the human as he ran, hiding himself amid the branches and the leaves. He was going to fight with everything he had. He didn't like humans who just up and attacked him for no reason, so he was going to fight as hard as he could to try to make his feelings about the matter clear. You did not just go and shoot arrows at innocent Pokemon for no good reason dammit!

OOC: If any of this post sounds really insane and out there, I apologize. I wrote this on little sleep, an empty stomach, and with one of my cold pills running through my system, and that stuff makes me high. So yeah. If it's making little to no sense, just let me know in four to six hours from this post, and I can try to make it make sense again.

[Tray Daniels]

The man blinked in surprise as all three arrows missed their mark, he rarely missed a shot, let alone three times; by some miracle the little monkey pokemon had escaped certain death! Relief flooded through the young man, washed away by shame. Never in his life had he hunted a primate pokemon, they were far to human-like to condone such an actions. he should have waited until he was certain of the pokemon's identity, he had thought it was a deerling but was sorely mistaken. He should have waited, he was a fool not to, his father had told him for years to know for certain what you were shooting at, or else he risked killing an innocent creature or person; that lesson was driven home today. He did not see other pokemon as any less, he respected all pokemon and honored the ones he did hunt by using everything they gave him. He sold or traded the pelts to support himself, always charging the prices he felt honored the pokemon. The meat he would often keep for himself, selling any extra meat to the market while the bones were used to make broth. He often carved these bones into flutes, taking the ivory and carving them into works of art which he also sold, anything else he did not use would be buried or burned. His attention was captured by those large eyes as they picked him, he had been spotted! The little guy’s anger at his sudden attack was justified, if Tray had killed him he would have been devastated.

The Pansage was furious, Tray watched as it streaked toward him, a green blur as it angrily flung a smelly projectile toward his head. Ducking Tray narrowly avoid the disgusting object, wow that chimp has an arm! He also caught on fast it seemed, in his maneuver the young man had lost sight of his would be prey, the pansage had hidden from any attacks by arrows. A thin smile touched the man’s lips, obviously he was in for a fight. It wasn’t all that crazy to believe that others hunted pokemon, where did people think their Tauros steaks or magikarp fillet came from? That linoon pelt that hung around a rich women’s neck came off of a living creature, the only difference between tray and them however was that he used every piece he could from the boy of his fallen targets not just the ones people wanted.

Using all of the grace and agility of a cat Tray slipped down the trunk, taking the opportunity given to him by the pansage’s momentary blindness the young man shrugged off his quiver. His eyes scanning the tree tops in case the pokemon mounted an attack, as he placed it and the bow on the ground before moving several meters away from the long range weapon. Sitting on the balls of his feet tray bent down, as he did so he unbuckled the belt of his large hunting knife and hung it on a low hanging branch next to him. The actions were simple but they gave a bold message to the grass type pokemon, he would not fight it with long rang weaponry or sharp manmade items. Any fighting would be done in hand to hand combat, he had very little attacks that were effective against grass types and he had no idea what level this young fellow was at. Even so he could not help fill a rush of excitement as adrenaline rushed through him as his rival ability kicked in, his blood surged through young veins feeding oxygen to his muscles, the hair rising on the back of his neck in anticipation.

He couldn’t wait to see what happened next, would this fiery monkey choose to consider his actions. Even as his fighting spirit rose in his blood he wanted to amend his mistake peacefully. He waited patiently, his was far enough away from his bow and arrows that he would not be able to lung for them if the Pansage were to come into view, the awkward angle at which his knife now made it equally impossible to grab in a timely manner. The green pokemon would be able to easily escape his attempted attacks with his weapons, only his pokemon DNA would protect him now.

OOC: It was fine! I apologize for my crappy writing, I'm a little distracted at the moment. You are free to do what ever you want with his bow and arrows. ^^

[Kuroya]

WILD PANSAGE APPEARED!

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Pansage || Male || Overgrow || Grass || Level 9
Scratch || Leer || Lick

The Pansage smirked darkly when he happened to see that the human was slipping down from the tree, and it was all he could do to keep from cackling at the sight. While the other's attention was up on the treetops, he was carefully darting his way down to snatch up the bow and arrows while the other's back was turned before he was up in the trees again. He knew full well what these things did to his fellow Pokemon, and he was going to do the only thing he could in order to protect them. He took out each and every single one of the arrows and broke them in half, storing them in the quiver he'd snatched so that he could use them for more ammunition. For a moment, he contemplated leaping for the human's face to give him a good scratch, but his attentions were diverted instead by the glint of a large blade that hung from a tree. Another weapon that could be used against him! He darted about again, snatching the knife up and taking it with him when he went back up into the trees again, this time scampering so that he could throw the knife far out into the lake so that it couldn't be use to hurt anyone. Now that he had leveled out the playing field a little for both him and the other Pokemon, the Grass-type smirked triumphantly, already throwing a couple of the broken pieces down at the human from his perch up in the tree, out of reach of his opponent. He wasn't about to come down out of his tree any time soon and that was final!

[Tray Daniels]

He had seen the chimp snatch the bow and quiver from the ground of the corner of his eye, moments later he her and felt him above him as he took his blade. The young man made no move to stop or object to these actions, he didn’t even cry out when the pansage threw his knife into the lake. He had heard the snapping of his arrows as well, his only reaction was a nod of acceptance. He thought the pokemon would as much, Tray had given up his weapon to the pokemon to do as he pleased with them, perhaps not the best way to repent for his crime, but it was really all he would do. he could not give up hunting, it was his way of life, pokemon killed each other everyday for food, in this world one had to kill in order to survive, did the Pansage honestly think humans should starve? At the sight of the sharp projectiles coming Tray didn’t move, without their feathered ends to balance them out the stick twisted and spun off in different directions, their heavy points bringing them down meters short of their target far to the left or right. “it would have been better if you had used the bow.” he comment in a conversational tone as he toyed with a blade of grass.

He hadn’t heard the heavy sound of his bow snapping, he wondered if the chimp had enough strength to break it, he doubted it’d be able to draw it to its full drawn weight. It took many years of training to master his weapon, and train the shoulder, arm and bank muscles to accommodate the strain of drawing the deceptively fragile string back to where it would offer the full power of the bent wood that would launch a deadly missile at his target. Having built the bow himself he had adjusted its draw weight to his own specifications, it was far harder to draw then his father’s bow, yet he was able to handle it with ease. All the weapons he had, aside from the knife he had now lost were hand made, his bow, arrows, even the quiver had been constructed by him. He was completely self efficient, so long as you didn’t ask him to smelt or fold metal. The bone handle that had been on his hunting knife was from prey he had caught long ago, he had several more knives like it back home, sharpened and ready to be used. He didn’t tell the chimp this however, content to let him sit in his tree tops throwing things all he wanted. He could keep his new won prizes if he wished, he hadn’t won any battles by taking weapons that had already been forfeited; but he’d let him dream.

The pansage’s statement was crystal clear, he wasn’t about to come down and face Tray man to pokemon. With an indifferent shrug Tray smoothly stood up, balancing on the balls of his feet he broke into a light stride. Keeping the trees where the monkey hide to his right, where he could watch for any sign of more missile being thrown, the open expanse of the lake on his left, the Gijinka began to leave. What would the little guy do now that he was going, would he take it as a retreat and celebrate, or increase his attack from the safety of the tree tops? Tray placed his right hand in his jacket pocket as if looking for something, as he drew what ever he had found out something fell to the earth. Glancing down in a manner that allowed him to still view the trees in his peripheral vision, tray took in the brightly colored wrapping paper of a half eaten nature bar. Made up of oats, dried berries and nuts all held together by sweet honey the piece of food so happened to be one of the young man’s favorite treats. Even so he did not attempt to pick it up, the action could easily leave him exposed, he also didn’t want to. Leaving the treat where it lay Tray stuck his clutched hand back into his pocket, allowing it to unclasp nothing as he carried on with his little ruse. He made no gesture as back to the bar, to all the world it would seem as if he had forgotten about it, he was just another careless human who didn’t take a moment to pick up his trash.

[Kuroya]

WILD PANSAGE APPEARED!

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Pansage || Male || Overgrow || Grass || Level 9
Scratch || Leer || Lick

The Pansage hissed from his position in the trees when the human spoke, a sort of righteous fury igniting inside him as his tail stiffened up behind him, standing straight up like one of the radio antenna of old. His fur was bristling up with dislike and he made sure that his teeth were visible to show off his fangs. He contemplated taking those sharp teeth to the bow which he still had up in the tree, but immediately he rejected the idea, not wanting anything in his mouth that could have once been part of something living. He was a Pansage, dammit, he didn't eat things that were once alive! He ate some bark sometimes, sure, but the majority of his energy came from simple photosynthesis, so the idea of putting something in his mouth that might have once been living made him feel ill. So he instead hung the bow from a branch and shimmied down it, jerking it with his weight over and over to try to make it break. He didn't want this weapon to be able to used against his Pokemon anymore. When the human got up and began to walk away, he felt a surge of proud triumph run through his fur that he had successfully driven off such a dangerous menace, and then he blinked, cocking his head to the side as he stared at the object that the human had so carelessly dropped. He hated humans who were stupid enough to leave their trash all over the ground. Darting over to it along the ground, he picked up the object, whatever the hell it was, and didn't think twice before he flung it at the human's head, chattering angrily. "Pansage, pan pan!" he yelled, glaring darkly. 'Don't leave your shit here!' Humans were such selfish creatures. He hated them. He really did.