08-10-2015, 10:32 PM
At first, she thought it was a dream and then changed her mind, deciding it was too real to be one, and then concluded, it was an illusion, but Zora found herself in an area of Tangled Green’s seemingly, never ending forest, which she had never set her paws on. People generally perceived all woods to be the same no matter what part of the world you found one, but for the Zoroark, an inhabitant of Lostlorn forest her entire life, begged to differ. Despite having spent a duration of five months in Tangled Green since being sucked into the Omniverse, she still had trouble finding her way around the place.
Another noteworthy piece of information was that she had not seen another Zoroark in that five month span, but had laid eyes upon a variety of creatures that she never in her wildest dreams imagined she would come across, such as orcs and goblins, hideously looking enough to intimidate a human, but Zoroark’s were fearless Pokémon. Dark type Pokémon in general had a reputation as the intimidators, not the intimidated. Even ghost type pocket monsters knew their place, and the brave ones (or foolish some would say) paid the price for failing to stay in their lane.
Zora had come across ninjas too. She had also experienced first-hand, their capabilities in combat, after a couple had rubbed her off the wrong way, and could attest that they were capable of giving a Hitmonlee, and even a Lucario, a run for their money.
Elves seemed to be the only creatures in Tangled Green that did not emit a hostile vibe. Practically every elf she had come across seemed friendly. Zora would never return a smile directed at her, but their soothing aura was still quite comforting.
A frown reappeared on the Zoroark’s face as she thought about the girl that had the audacity to play the illusion trick on her. Zora was the one who altered people’s perceptions; it was not supposed to be the other way around.
Zora could not trace the annoying girl who had giggled after every sentence she had uttered to the Zoroark, but she was not alone. In fact, she had plenty of company.
Zora growled fiercely. She was not used to big crowds, therefore felt immediate discomfort. While the skin on her snout wrinkled as she continued to grimace and her pointy ears twitched, she slipped into a fighting stance, menacing eyes surveying each group member, from left to right. Although the people had gathered to achieve a common goal, there were quite a number of shady looking people that the Zoroark would not hesitate to dismantle if they were to provoke her.
Nevertheless, Zora was on guard. She would be damned if she were going to taking any chances and drop her guard, for even a split second among the random group of people.
Another noteworthy piece of information was that she had not seen another Zoroark in that five month span, but had laid eyes upon a variety of creatures that she never in her wildest dreams imagined she would come across, such as orcs and goblins, hideously looking enough to intimidate a human, but Zoroark’s were fearless Pokémon. Dark type Pokémon in general had a reputation as the intimidators, not the intimidated. Even ghost type pocket monsters knew their place, and the brave ones (or foolish some would say) paid the price for failing to stay in their lane.
Zora had come across ninjas too. She had also experienced first-hand, their capabilities in combat, after a couple had rubbed her off the wrong way, and could attest that they were capable of giving a Hitmonlee, and even a Lucario, a run for their money.
Elves seemed to be the only creatures in Tangled Green that did not emit a hostile vibe. Practically every elf she had come across seemed friendly. Zora would never return a smile directed at her, but their soothing aura was still quite comforting.
A frown reappeared on the Zoroark’s face as she thought about the girl that had the audacity to play the illusion trick on her. Zora was the one who altered people’s perceptions; it was not supposed to be the other way around.
Zora could not trace the annoying girl who had giggled after every sentence she had uttered to the Zoroark, but she was not alone. In fact, she had plenty of company.
Zora growled fiercely. She was not used to big crowds, therefore felt immediate discomfort. While the skin on her snout wrinkled as she continued to grimace and her pointy ears twitched, she slipped into a fighting stance, menacing eyes surveying each group member, from left to right. Although the people had gathered to achieve a common goal, there were quite a number of shady looking people that the Zoroark would not hesitate to dismantle if they were to provoke her.
Nevertheless, Zora was on guard. She would be damned if she were going to taking any chances and drop her guard, for even a split second among the random group of people.