The CINNABAR Team

Scattered drops of rain fell lazily, the last remanant of the storm that had gone so quick. Drago stood at the top of the volcano. As the clouds began to clear over the horizon, the rising sun appeared, and bathed the Dragonite in an orangish light. He took in the heat by stretching his wings, facing east with his back to the sun. A small rainbow could be seen off to the north, more visible as the clouds drifted away. This was Drago's favorite part of the storm.

In the days since he left the small island he had called home, he had flown north-west, using the sun as his guide. When he became tired, he stopped on any island he could find. It was there that he learned of what was ahead. A small island, yet bigger than the one he had grown up on. It used to be filled to the brim with scientists, a word as new to him as human. Apparently this mountain, this volcano had erupted a few years back. What was left as blackened rock. Some of the pokemon he met had told him that there used to be a place there after the eruption where a pokemon could get health treatment, but even that was long gone. The said the island's name was 'Cinnibar'.

Drago sniffed the fresh, crisp air testily. The volcano was dormant now, and no smoke bellowed out of it's crater. However, the island was bigger than he was used to. He could tell that there were others on the island, but he could not tell where, or what, they were. From his high perch, he could see out over the sea, and could see several islands to the east. What looked like a tiny town to the far north, as well. Unfortunately, however, he could see very little on the island itself, due to the hills and irregular shape of the place. Well, he had wanted a place for himself to train, and this seemed as good as any. From the top of this mountain, he could create quite a mighty storm. He smiled contemplatively, thinking of the gusts and rains that he desired so much.

The sun was over the horizon now, if just barely, and he took advantage of the light by flying straight up into the air with one burst of his wings, and lowering himself to a lower place on the island. He would get no training standing there by himself.

Beams of solar light were an invitation to a new day to most, but to Kolva, it was both a heavenly gift... and a challenge. The Zangoose looked around him, seeing a massive, barren chunk of land surrounded by the calm ocean. His fur appeared to be ruffled, and for a good reason... Last night was no more than a desperate struggle for him.

He had been taken someplace else in a human boat, though the sky was dark and the elements were at their worst. He had awoken on the deck of one of the things, a wild Pokemon amidst several nervous humans, all trying to survive the tempest. With little time to react, being battered by the storm, he could only make out that the creatures were trying to subdue him.

Kolva could only remember blackness, water, and trying desperately to survive... The only escape from these creatures was to plummet into the ocean itself, which forced him to prove just how 'powerful' he was to the sea.

Woozy and thoroughly battered by salted waves, he was lucky to find land again. Kolva spat out sea water, his frame shivering from the chill. He tried to see where he was or what had happened, but was saddened to see barely a few feet in front of him, hearing nothing more than wind and water. He knew he wanted to stay away from the shore, and painfully crawled his way up the harsh, rocky landscape, veiled under darkness and rain. His energy had run out, and so he had collapsed on the rocky shores.

That brings him forth to something that clashes with what he had experienced beforehand, a massive, barren chunk of land surrounded by gentle seas. He thought he was fine, trying to shrug off all of the struggles he'd went through, only to stumble back down on his attempt to rise. His left back leg was ailing him, plagued by some sort of injury. He wasn't going to let that stop him, rising once more, staring into the distance and seeing what he thought was a bird Pokemon soaring far off on the horizon.

But as he rose, he was forced into a limp.

The days were passing in a haze for the Persian, a fog of pain and confusion. The winds were fierce and the temperatures dropped to near freezing at night on the side of the dormant volcano. The feline was pinned underneath the immense weight of a wrecked helicopter, weakened from the crash and the exposure to the elements. His eyes flickered open once in awhile as he tried to pull himself out, with no success.
Master...have to get up...
Have to get master out...
As the heavy rains beat the lands and soaked him to the bone, his thoughts rushed back to the flight...and the dragon that destroyed the aircraft. He remembered Giovanni, his eyes wide and his mouth open in shock as the Dragonite shot flaming-white blasts of energy towards the body of the chopper.
Nooooo!-
He cried out and leaped towards the human at the last minute, throwing up a protective bubble around his master and himself....as everything exploded around them, and quickly faded to black.

The Persian let out a loud, pained meow, in the hopes that his master would hear him and get him out from underneath the jagged wreckage.

It was a dreadful morning on the devastated island, the weather raining and howling above him as he dozed. He raised his head at the sound of thunder, the runoff water dripping on his tired form. Though he was large, bulky and cumbersome, he had found a decent refuge within the dormant volcano itself. The hard lava flow beneath his body was slightly warm, even, giving him a good night's sleep. For since this island was deserted in the first place, there were few to no dead, especially within the caverns of the volcano.

He yawned and was about to lay his golden head back down for more rest when an odd yowl echoed throughout the caverns of his makeshift home. Confused and a little alarmed, his head shot back up to the crater entrance, nostrils flaring as his sniffed. There was no stink of death, though, the rain could be to thank for that. Nevertheless, he should protect the little barren wasteland as best he could; it was still just about as good as any fortress.

The golden salamence unfurled his wings as he stretched, then climbed up the crater wall, his powerful stout legs letting him move quickly and quietly. Once at the top, he peered over the edge, trying to peer through the black rain. He saw nothing at first, and when he was about to head back down, a bolt of lightning streamed across the sky, illuminating the entire island for a few seconds. There, he saw a helicopter in ruins.

A frown crawled its way across his face. He had seen the wreckage before, but he hadn't seen anything from the air... He heaved himself out and investigated, keeping an eye out for any other forms around him. He then finally smelled the scent of another pokemon, a persian, beneath the twisted, charred steel. He ducked his head low and saw him, pinned beneath the useless monstrosity. His eyes were half-lidded, his form looked gaunt, and Drecht wasn't all that sure that the cat would do anything but die.

Even while Drecht began to consider just putting the thing out of his misery and eating him, he felt the need to make sure that the persain wasn't completely gone. After all... it was quite lonely on the island... and talking to himself was getting dull. "...Hello," he began in a hushed voice. "Are you still there, Persian?"

(totally just noticed that the rain was waning. LOL. Ignore the weather things, then)

"Damn you and your horrible directions, Unmei, damn you to hell." KB growled to the following Wurmple, whose head was currently stuck up defiantly. How they were determined to get to Johto, only to find themselves in Cinnabar of all places, the Treecko would never know. Clenching her fists, she picked the bug in mild disgust, picking up their pace. "Let's go find some food, then you can complain all you want."

Unmei simply yawned as she rested her head on her shoulder, not even bothering to respond to the grass type’s quips. It was one thing for the Wurmple to be stuck up constantly, but it’s an entirely different thing when the Worm Pokemon has a right to be smug; no matter what the topic of the argument might have been, it was always she, the taller and admittedly stronger Pokemon of their duo, that relented first. It was frustrating, to say the least.

KB carried Unmei just along the shoreline, watching the volcano in mild interest. Huh? The Treecko squinted her eyes to peer even closer to the volcano's spout, seeing a golden thing slither out of it and out of her sight. We'll go and investigate later on. "Kay, you know I only eat leaves with dew on them. We have to hurry to catch them before the water evaporates." The Wurmple butted into her thoughts (like she usually does) with an iron hammer, bellowing nonsense as if her mandibles couldn't close.

"Would you cut it out? It's the morning, for Arceus' sake..." The grass type halted with her comeback as her eyes traveled up the shore, and towards a limping Zangoose. Is it living? Despite all her misgivings and displaced trust, KB would have liked nothing more than to meet another living that wasn't a noisy Wurmple. We can go check it- "Ouch! Dammit, Unmei!"

The Wurmple had bitten her neck in anger (like many times before), pulling away with satisfaction. "As I was saying," the bug Pokemon spoke with nonchalance. "That Zangoose is obviously hurt. We should see if it's alright." Peeling herself away from KB's grip, Unmei landed quite gracefully on the ground and started towards the normal type. Why do I stand this annoying girl... Shaking her head - it was no use in the end - KB followed after.

"Hello there!" The Wood Gecko Pokemon called, waving her gloved hand. "We're alive and we come in peace! Are you alright?"

The Furret was trapped in a desolate, bleak world. He looked, turned, and fidgeted. All his scars had been lifted; being fully alert with two eyes. His trainer, Kaen, now only a shadow as he drifted along the dull dirt.

"No! Come back!!" Israfael called, seeing his trainer drift off and away. His voice was ghostly.

"I'm sorry, sweet Israfael...."

"NO!"

Israfael picked up the pace and ran full blast. He needed love.... Needed love so desperately.... He almost caught up to the shadowy, bleak creature as it floated faster.

"NO! You do not deserve me.... You don't need me for all the shame and pain I've caused! Leave me be..."

His voice was stricken with pain and tears.

"I do not deserve your affection...."

"But.... But Kaen--!"

Suddenly Kaen's face warped into something unrecognizable and foreign as he flipped around. His skin a dark blob and not skin at all, as his eyes were white spots and his face deformed as his smile grew into something with black, sharp, dripping teeth and an endless mouth. He was not happy.

"I SAID, LEAVE ME BE."

He screamed in a deranged voice, making it very hard on the Furret; the g-major pitch in his ear too much to keep him from being insane. Israfael suddenly flopped over in pain; from pain in his heart. He began to sob.

"Please.... Please, dear Arceus.... All I wanted was LOVE, Kaen.... Is that so much to ask...?"

Israfael covered his eyes, hating the fact he felt tears in his left eye again. "So many damn tears to cry...." Kaen turned around once more.

"Goodbye. You are no longer needed."

Kaen suddenly started away again, and Israfael wailed.

"NO!! DEAR ARCEUS!! COME BACK!!"

Israfael was left to a writhing mess of a body, his scars suddenly started to reappear, and his body started to suddenly rot, his carcass almost instantly disintegrating. He could only muster a few words as he started to die from being undead.

"COmE.... BaAaAaAaCcCkKkKk...!!!"

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A scream erupted suddenly from the rock coves near the beach. Murkrow, Pidgey, and Tailow fled for their lives from the sheer pitch of the scream. The scream was one of trauma and of agonizing pain.

The Furret's eyes slowly started to grow back to normal as he was suddenly standing up, his legs in terrible pain from being strained from just waking up. The horrible, sudden realization of him being alive and awake was too much for him to bear. He slowly started to form tears in his eyes; and they almost immediately dripped down his face. He flopped to the ground, not wanting to move in his misery.
"Why...?" he asked himself, "Why...?!" He continued to senselessly mutter the word over and over again, not aware that there were pokemon on the opposite side of the island that he was on. He suddenly, and loudly cried in agony again.

"WHHHYYYY?!"

He once again successfully scared away all of the pokemon in his area again, but in so much self-pity, he could honestly care less. He curled up into the tightest ball imaginable. He didn't care that he screamed so loud that Arceus in heaven could have possibly heard him; and honestly, undeads could go f**k themselves at the moment. "Why the hell did you do this to me, Kaen.... Why were you such a MONSTER...."


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(OoC: I bleeped out the F word for language purposes. He does cuss quite a lot in his mind and sometimes aloud. So I will bleep anything over the level of "damn" or "hell".

The clouds had cleared for the most part by the time Drago had landed lower on the island. It looked like it would be a beautiful day... How dreary. He prepared to take flight again, as there was no one he could see nearby, when he heard a very loud... it was like no sound he had heard before. A... yowl, perhaps? It sounded near. In a single burst from his wings, he took off into the air.

The sun was bright against his back as he flew. Perhaps the weather wasn't too bad today... Finally he saw what he was looking for. Wreckage of... a boat? Whatever it was, it was unlike any boat he had seen on his way to Cinnibar. The yowls seemed to be coming from inside the wreckage. Something was trapped.

He nosedived towards the wreck, only then catching the glimnt of gold in the sun next to it. Something was down there. As he got closer, he recognized a Salamence. Some of those had flown through the island he lived on from time to time. It's coloring was strange though... No matter. Drago landed next to the wreckage, near the Salamence. "Who's under there?" He asked, quickly, lifting a piece of metal to inspect.

Looking forth into the new environment, Kolva could spy only very little vegetation across the expansive, rocky island, and the single main attraction that loomed ahead of him - Cinnabar's skyscraper mountain of a volcano.

The calm wind chilled Kolva's still damp coat of fur, reminding him that he was still rather weak after what the sea had done to him. His hind leg ailed him in his journey inland, stirring up an annoyance for the Zangoose. Bloody leg...
The uncleanliness of his fur had bothered him, figuring he could use it as an excuse to sit down to rest himself, and his leg. Before the Zangoose to get to it, however, his ears alerted him to something else much closer to him. Hastily turning his head, Kolva noticed a pair of two small Pokemon. His first reaction was to hide his injury, but he couldn't help but wince as he felt the pain. Stubbornly ignoring it, the Zangoose faced the Treecko in the distance with uncertain eyes.

The wind whistled, the sharp rocks cutting through it as it made its way across the island. A strange echo of a howling sound came from somewhere in the farthest distances, but the Zangoose payed little attention to it. His eyes had singled out a Treecko and Wurmple, the larger of the two calling out to him in greeting. Their presence was not that of a harmful one, and they seemed small enough, thus Kolva stayed on all fours, allowing the others to come to him.

The Normal-type groaned in pain, withstanding it for the sole purpose of not looking weak. The closest thing the duo would get to a greeting was the flick of one of Kolva's large ears.

He heard voices.
Muffled and dull, just like his vision.
His eyes fluttered open as he tried to focus on the blurry figures not far from him.
"M....Master..." He groaned quietly, hoping one of them was Giovanni.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his torso and leg as he felt the metal that pinned him lift away. He let out a weak shriek as the pain flooded his entire body. He clenched his teeth and dug his claws into the ground, waiting for the pain to fade.
Breathing heavily, he opened up his eyes, looking up at the figures around him.
"Master?..." As his vision cleared a bit, he saw two dragons staring down at him. Fear surged through him as he remembered the Dragonite that had felled their chopper.
His fur standing on end, he hissed loudly, arching his back weakly before falling onto his haunches and madly scrambling backwards, away from the dragons. His fur was clumped and matted with mud and dried blood.
"What do you want!?" He growled, trying to mask his fear with rage.
Persian looked about frantically, looking for a good escape route, when he remembered his master.
I can't...leave him under there!
Eyeing the two dragons, he slunk around them slowly with his ears against his skull, clinging to the side of the wreckage. After he was sufficiently clear of them, he began to sniff the broken skeleton of the machine for traces of his master, all the while being wary of the other two. The rain had washed almost all traces away, but still he looked.
"Master...master..." he murmured, weakly pushing debris aside as he made his way around the charred remains with an awkward limp.

Drecht frowned at the green dragon that casually landed next to him; in these troubled times, everyone was cautious. While Drecht suspected the dragon thought very highly of himself to just swoop down without warning or hesitation, the golden dragon was just shocked that the other simply asked, "Who's under there?" before lifting the metal ruin just enough to let the persian escape. Drecht growled and looked at the dragonite.

"Are you always this reckless or is it simply around strangers?" he snarled before trotting after the persian. He found the cat on the other side of the ruin, holding his stance awkwardly -no doubt with a broken bone or twenty- as he scoured the ruin. "Master... Master..." the cat nearly whimpered. Drecht looked over the twisted metal with a quizzical eye. Was the cat so delusional as to think that something could survive under that?

"...Pardon, but..." he began as he stared down. There was no scent from the structure but gasoline, fire and death. Not even blood, aside from the cat's. "...There's nothing in there. You're the only survivor... You can smell there's nothing under that rubble. Don't exert yourself for a long-lost burnt corpse. You need rest and food. But then again so do I, so please, keep going so you can feed me." His expression wasn't threatening, nor his tone. They were both sarcastic and bored, and he lay down to show he was not going to attack.

KB had the nerve to introduce the two of them without another thought, not even thinking about whether this Pokemon was going to be a threat or not. Just like her. The Wurmple thought dismissively as she scuttled the last few feet to near the Zangoose. Though KB had spoken to the normal type, and surprisingly very politely, he barely even twitched to greet them (besides his ears, but what a bother!). Unmei huffed, coming up to the limping Zangoose angrily. "Unmei..." KB spoke with annoyance, but the bug type ignored her. You don't dismiss my only traveling partner and get away with it!

"Do you not have any manners? We were kind enough to not run away or attack you, and there you go, waving us off! I won't stand for this, you know." The Worm Pokemon shot a String Shot in frustration towards the Zangoose's head, feeling it just that this Pokemon had a thick head for doing something so dull. Her attack was cut short however when KB strangled the Wurmple away from the Cat Ferret Pokemon, holding her firmly. "Hey!"

The Treecko coughed roughly, carrying Unmei with one hand as she scratched the back of her head awkwardly with the other. "Hehe, don't mind her, mister. She's constantly PMS-ing, so I wouldn't take what she says to heart." Hrm. Is that really what this grass type thought of her? The Wurmple struggled in KB's arm, forcing the Treecko to drop her. Whatever pride Unmei had left after being held back was brought up as she stuck her head in the air.

"I'm KB, and this mannerly Wurmple is Unmei. Pleased to meet ya!" The Wood Gecko flashed a smile, aiming a thumb (or whatever Treeckos had...) to her face as her signature pose. "It'd be nice to know what yours is!" Unmei scoffed at how ridiculously happy KB sounded, unusually optimistic towards new Pokemon. If I know her, she'll turn sour the next bad event that happens.

Israfael continued to silently cry curled up in a tight ball. No other pokemon had no idea how hard he was actually crying, as his tail was wrapped around his muzzle. He continued to shake like a leaf, trying to chase the horrible thoughts out of his head. "Why did you leave me.... Why did you hurt me so badly...? He felt tears coming out of his right eye; the only eye he was able to see out of. He finally decided to raise his head after a long while. His right eye was puffy and red. He chose to get up and onto his paws, his scars coming apparent as he shook off the dirt on his fur. He headed for the bushes; fleeing into them quickly to avoid being spotted. He continued to crawl through the brush for a long while, sniffing out anything to eat.

Drago tilted his head to the side, eyes slightly widened. The golden Salamence seemed... lazy, to say the least. From what he could tell, whatever this machine was, it had been destroyed by something. And there was a survivor. Looking at the wreckage, he found it hard to believe anyone else had survived. For that matter, how did this one survive? It was more than he wished to contemplate for the moment, on his own. As the other dragon lay down, Drago pushed further through the metal. He attempted to get a little closer to the smaller creature on the other side.

"I'm sorry to tell you, mate... He started gently. "But I don't think anyone else could have survied that. Count yourself lucky that you did. Even if you are too injured to move much more than you already are. The poor creature was moving weakly as he watched, obviously searching for someone. He felt pity, but could not relate with the pokemon very much. After all, he had never lost anyone dear to him. "He's right, though. He said, referring to the Salamence. [color=green]"You do need some food. There has to be some berries on this island somewhere.[/oolor] He hoped the pokemon would calm down enough for him to help it recover. He hated to see others in much more pain then a sparring battle would put them in. It was uncomfortable.

At first the Zangoose found it quite humorous that the little Wurmple had the nerve to walk up to him so bravely... But he couldn't hide a primal fear of other Pokemon as the small bug crept closer. His body arced and he slowly backed away, his ruffled fur standing on end like bristles. Every time he put weight on his leg, he would feel a disciplining jolt of pain that he was forced to endure. Only as the Wurmple started to take an angry tone to him did he finally start to stand on two legs.

Slowly creeping up at first, the bug's String Shot made him act quickly, standing onto two of his legs and raising his sizable claws to block it. He bore his teeth at the pain he felt in his left leg, trying quickly to lean on his right. But by the time he was done, he'd realized the Treecko had already subdued the sassy little Bug-Type. Relieving his expression and lowering his claws just a tad, Kolva would open his ears to the Treecko, making sure to avoid looking at the Wurmple.

...She seemed rather unshy, greeting him so friendly-like. He had not met many Pokemon before, so he felt kind of awkward. KB, her name was, and Wurmple's, Unmei. Keeping his natural weaponry at his side, Kolva stood upright, staring awkwardly down at the two smaller creatures. He still didn't like the Wurmple, but at least the Treecko seemed to realize it with her greetings toward him. After getting both their names, he realized she had asked him for his.

"I'm... Kolva," he spoke, rather awkwardly. The sea breeze ruffled his pelt, carrying with it new scents and sounds. Questions were still spanning his mind, about the strange new place and the enthusiastic duo in front of him.

"...There's nothing in there. You're the only survivor... You can smell there's nothing under that rubble. Don't exert yourself for a long-lost burnt corpse. You need rest and food. But then again so do I, so please, keep going so you can feed me." The gold dragon muttered with a sarcastic tone as he plopped his massive weight on the ground.
What a perfect twat. Persian thought sourly as he stared at him for a few seconds before twitching his ear and continuing his search.
While the dragon was right; nothing was alive here...he could smell it. The Persian began to search the ground under the wreckage for any scent of Giovanni.
If I found that, then I'd at least know how longs its' been since we crashed...

"I'm sorry to tell you, mate...But I don't think anyone else could have survied that. Count yourself lucky that you did. Even if you are too injured to move much more than you already are." The Dragonite said as he peered at him through the twisted metal.

"Yes, the injuries that you helped make worse with your brutish strength and miniscule brain, no doubt." The Persian huffed, glaring at the odd Dragonite. His leg was no doubt shattered in several places, but he didn't care; he needed to find Giovanni. Pausing underneath a charred piece of metal, he caught the faint scent of his master, at least a few days old.
Not alot of blood...he thought, scanning the charred ground and metal around it. He could very well be alive!
"He DID survive. I used protect before we crashed on the both of us. But I...must have been knocked out." He sneered, letting his voice drop as he tried to piece things together.
His eyes widened and his ears perked up as he spied a faint bootprint not far from where he was.
"This is certainly his!" He almost shouted as he limped ahead to find where it led. He expected them to at least circle the chopper, but instead, it veered off to the left, as if he didn't even bother to look back.
"I...." The Persian stood there in shock, staring down at the faded footprints in confusion.
A darkness came upon his face as he followed the footprints as quickly as his broken leg allowed. The pain was overwhelming, but the dread and pain that was creeping into his heart was worse.
He couldn't have...no...maybe he went for help...maybe...he...
Tears began to flow down his face as he followed the prints all the way to a small pier, not far from the volcano, the opposite direction of the local pokemon center.
The feline collapsed onto his haunches, staring blankly out at the azul ocean, seemingly broken and empty.
"He...left me..." He whispered, hanging his head in despair.
He didn't even look to see if I was alive...!
The Persians' chest heaved in rage as his eyes and gem began to glow a deep red.
"RAAAAAAAWWWWWR!" He roared, using a night slash on one of the posts on the pier. The thick wood fell to pieces instantly, making a shallow splash as it fell into the water below.

Drecht watched as he slowly followed the cat -who was following the footprints in the sand that he hadn't noticed- hobble his way to a small peir. There, the footprints stopped, probably because of the lack of sand. He had probably boarded a boat. "...He... left me..." the cat mumbled to himself in disbelief as he stared at the pier.

While Drecht was not surprised at this outcome -he had had a gem of a trainer himself- he was surprised by the pained and livid yowl the cat let out, as well as the dark attack he used on the wooden pier, effectively destroying it. The splinters of rotten wood flew into the air, and Drecht used a wing to keep them from going into his eyes. He sighed and took a spot not near, but beside the cat.

"...So with this new revelation -and I appreciate the state of mind you're in- of your trainer being a complete twat, I have to wonder... Will you keep going or will you simply give up? Because I need to know whether or not to look elsewhere for sustenance." He looked down at the cat. "Besides, the Undead probably got him anyway. No human lives in this country for long anymore. Good riddance to bad rubbish."

"I'm... Kolva." The Zangoose said weirdly, and KB immediately caught her mistake (mostly Unmei's, but nonetheless). We must've been too straightforward. The Treecko let out an awkward chuckle in reply, side-kicking Unmei in frustration. What a nice way to make friends! Though the both of them kept their traps shut on the issue, KB could imagine the Wurmple replying with a curt reply. I guess that shows just how long I've been with her. With an inward groan, KB looked around the desolate island.

"So, uh, Kolva. How'd you get stuck on Cinnabar?" Stretching out her morning fatigue, KB gently questioned the Zangoose. Unmei had stuck her head up (as usual) and wandered towards the sea line, looking out to the ocean. The Wood Gecko Pokemon flicked her tail dismissively, looking up to the tall Zangoose, then lower to his massive claws. I would really not want to face this guy in battle. Rolling her shoulders, KB wondered what exactly she would do, now that she had acquainted herself with Kolva. Should we just stick together? Go separate ways? Kay continued to ponder on what she and Unmei would do next when she heard rustling behind her.

The rustling wasn't loud enough to reach Unmei, but the swish-swash of a moving bush collected the Treecko's attention. Sharing a quizzical look with Kolva - would he know what was hiding within the shrubbery? - she got on all fours and began to crawl softly towards the bush. This is just like the stories I always told back in the forest. KB thought with exhilaration. The Treecko was sneaking upon an unknown source of noise, not knowing whether or not she was to find a friend or foe...

When in fact, KB found neither. What lay hidden in the bush, was a truly scarred Furret, a Pokemon whose image immediately brought forth pity. Standing on two feet now, the grass type simply stared as sadness crept onto her heart as the Furret brought forth guilt and want to help this Pokemon. Not even looking to see if either Unmei or Kolva had come with her, the Treecko whispered to the beaten up normal type. "Are you... alright?"

"Are you... alright?"

Israfael's eyes widened as the Treeko saw him.
"Ah...?" he whispered uneasily and glanced around nervously. He didn't wanna seem rude, but that scared the living daylights out of him. He didn't want anyone to be scared by his ugly body. He fled as quick as he had been spotted; murmuring "sorry" repeatedly as he ran. He felt scared as he saw the dark enclose him as he ran through a short cave and unknowingly to the other side of the island.

Israfael snuck through the grass quietly when he felt more calm. He soon heard sounds of a the sea as he approached. It was then when he found the ship wreck. He watched the yellow Salamence, green Dragonite, and a Persian converse. Israfael wasn't the slightest surprised at the shiny pokemon. He kept his solemn look as the Persian moaned for his master. He felt the same feeling; pity wadding up in his stomach for the Persian. But that wasn't his priority at the moment. He needed some food. He found a Bluk bush deeper into the trees on the edge of the scene. As he ate, he thought of how much his like was dystopia and cynical feelings and depression.... He was already numbed from crying earlier over Kaen, so no tears were spilled. Although the Persians crying was extremely depressing.

"...He... left me...."

Israfael suddenly felt as if he was stabbed in the heart by that statement. Then he heard the Persian roar in rage.

"Me... too...." He let a small squeak escape his throat and continued eating, his eyes tearing up again. He waited to make his presence know to anyone however.

Drago looked angrily at the golden dragon nearby him. Telling the creature its dear one was dead, with such little remorse was just cruel. It was in very obvious pain, and he just sat their and... taunted it. Talking about eating it like that... How horrible! He had never met a carnivorous pokemon before. Everyone back home had been strictly vegetarian, surviving on berries and whatnot.

Drago began to walk towards the creature. It was obvious it needed to get some food inside of it, and needed some help to calm down. Suddenly, something the Salamence said caught his ear. Undead. Images flashed in Drago's head of the elderly pokemon he had helped bury every now and again back on the tiny island. This Salamence, though snotty, seemed like it know what it was talking about. Images flashed in Drago's head of skeletons walking around and attacking pokemon. "What do you mean, undead?"

After his voice gave his name to the two Pokemon, Kolva seemed to appear more relaxed, even toward the Wurmple, specially since they had calmed down, as well. He curiously glanced between them, the sea, and the land in front of him, his ears unable to hold back from twitching in the direction of a patch of nearby low shrubbery.

"So, uh, Kolva. How'd you get stuck on Cinnabar?" asked the Treecko after a short time, bringing the Zangoose's attention back on her. He had remembered the chaos and salt water in his maw from the night before, and how he had traveled somewhere completely unknown to him... Except now, he had a name for this rocky island.

Cinnabar.

Whilst trying to think of a way he could talk to her, he brought his claws together- not in a defensive way, but it was quite chilly, though words would not escape his maw. Eventually the Treecko had started walking toward the beach, but he didn't mind. However, there was another part of his body that was bothering him... And it wasn't his leg.

Kolva's ears picked up movement, as well as his other senses, and he gained consciousness to whatever was in the brush ahead. A quick glance from the Treecko seemed to comfort him, as she went ahead to check. Finally he lowered his bulky body down, standing on all fours, silently happy to have his leg free of the extra weight as he peered like a feline toward the shrubs. His leg... wouldn't allow him to run very well if it was something dangerous, though thankfully someone was willing to check before him. Glancing now and then at the other sights and sounds surrounding him, Kolva was quickly jolted into the real world by a flash of brown in the bushes. Affixing his eyes keenly upon the definite source of the rustling, he could barely catch a good sight of it, since it bounded off into the higher shrubs so hastily. Though there was something he did see that sent chills down his spine.

His body jerking backwards a bit, a flash of heavily injured Mightyena flashed into his head. What were they, and why did they shamble toward him in such a grotesque way...? But all the more importantly, was the creature that lurketh in the bush... similar to them?

Persian watched the sea, his eyes filled with a cold and pained rage, completely ignoring the jabbering Pokemon who had followed him. All he heard was a terrible buzzing noise and a pulsing ring that coincided with the pain that throbbed throughout his entire body. His chest heaved as his whiskers and ears twitched with anger, his face set with such a ferocity that he looked like a Nidoking about to go on a rage.
After everything I've done for him!!! HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME! The lying bastard! The traitor! Venomous thoughts flew through his mind as he stared at the empty sea.

"What do you mean, undead?" The other dragon said, sounding completely unaware of the situation inland. The stupid question jerked Persian out of his trance.
"What the hell are you on about? The fucking dead bastards that have this whole fucking REGION in chaos, you dolt! Seriously, are you that DENSE that you just haven't seen the bloody wankers EVERYWHERE?! What ROCK have you been living under?!" He exploded, his fur bristling as he stalked towards the large dragon.

"Ugh!" He snorted in disgust and stalked off, half limping, before the dragon had a chance to respond.
"It's blighters like that who need to fucking get killed by those bloodmongers..." He hissed under his breath.
How could he NOT know what the fucking hell is going on!?

It seemed the cat didn't hear him, since all it did was just stare at the ocean, killing things in its mind with the glare it was giving the horizon. Drecht sighed and cracked his neck a little; it seemed he would not be getting an answer out of this one.

However, the odd dragon seemed perplexed, and asked a very silly question indeed: "What do you mean, Undead?"

Before Drecht had a chance to ask the other dragon whether or not he had smashed his head against a rock until he didn't feel pain, the cat beat him to it. "What the hell are you on about? The fucking dead bastards that have this whole fucking REGION in chaos, you dolt! Seriously, are you that DENSE that you just haven't seen the bloody wankers EVERYWHERE?! What ROCK have you been living under?! Ugh!" He then tried to storm off, but it only made his situation look more pathetic.

Drecht chuckled and stood to follow the cat. "Well. There's your answer," he quipped as he sauntered behind the wounded feline. "Just full of bright questions and observations today, aren't we? Though I am curious: are you always this dense or is it just for strangers?" He then looked back to the cat. "I would wander too far, lest you end up like the rest of the wounded pokemon."

The Furret had looked up to her for just a moment, before bolting off as if she had a Fire Punch readied. Although the normal type was racing off, KB could distinctively hear 'sorry' coming from it repeatedly. "H-hey!" The Treecko reached for the scarred Pokemon, her gloved hand stretching out; but the Long Body Pokemon was already out of her reach, and the Wood Gecko Pokemon brought back her hand dejectedly.

"The nerve of that Pokemon, huh?" KB looked back to see that Unmei had come to stand beside her, and Kolva as well. The Treecko shrugged helplessly, wondering what had afflicted those injuries upon the Furret. The Wurmple crawled on the back of the Treecko, sticking onto her as if glue had been used. "We should follow that Furret. You know, give 'im a piece of our mind." Though the bug type's words held an edge to them, the Treecko nodded without question, catching the underlying message. She's worried about the Furret also.

Kay wrung her hands together in determination, picking a twig off of the shrug, and clamping it down with her teeth. "Let's go after it, then!" Jumping into the bush and landing on all fours, the Treecko looked back to Kolva. "The Furret is probably going to go to the other side of the beach, so we can meet up there!" With that, KB started crawling after the Furret, seeing its figure just in the near distance.

Israfael finished the last of the Oran berries he picked in a curled ball as tears dropped lazily from his eye. His expression was solemn as he nibbled the berries with his jagged teeth. His eye didn't seem to blink or feel as it continued to flow tears like it had been natural for his eye to do it. So... emotionless he seemed...; so numb..... He heard the bushes rustle then, now suddenly frightened at the fact he was no longer alone. He quickly leaped up and sprung to the other side of the clearing and huddled up in an odd way. He watched as the bushes continued to rustle. He let out a whimper, akin to that you'd hear from a dog. His back was arched like a cats while he was partially on his side. He shook as if he was having his own personal earthquake. He looked down and squinted his eyes closed. "Dear Arceus, save me from anything hostile...!"

(OoC: OTL Sorry for the short post. |D;; )

Drago sighed, shaking his head slightly. He felt no pain from the small-one's words. It was obviously still in shock over the wreck and abandonment. The Salamence's words were a thorn in his side, however. He had a sinking feeling that relations between the three would not stay this sweet for long. "If you want to call me dense, fine," he began. "But at least get to know me first. I've lived on an island my entire life. Whatever these... 'dead bastards' you called them? Whatever these guys are haven't appeared there yet." He thought for a moment, and walked further away from the wounded stray. He walked closer to the other dragon. "Why don't you fill me in? Cure my obvious stupidity."

Drago's eyes never left the injured pokemon, however. He refused to let it die so easily. If it tried to get away, he would stop it. Judging by the size of it, he could easily fly faster than it could run. It would not get too far. He'd have to keep track of those claws though, especially while it was in a rage. And the golden one was not to be trusted yet, if at all. A training of the mind wasn't what Drago intended to reach today, but it would do to start the morning.