Post by Xenneth "Marie" Hikari on Jul 10, 2014 14:22:02 GMT -6
||Xenneth “Marie” Hikari||
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“Please speak softly for they might hear us.”
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This place was dangerous...
A month had passed since his foot first stepped on land, but it felt so long ago that his boat sailed into the vast trees surrounding it. The only perspective he had gained from being here is that it was no wonder why this part of this region was not inhabited and why there was nothing but traces of an attempt. A forlorn cabin was the only history that was left of this jungle expanse looming with trees like towers, the fallen debris with entangling vines making a castle, and the running rivers and ravines were the moat. Had he been an ordinary soldier, he would have fallen at the gates long ago, but he did not.
Skill (and a bit of fortune to admit) was on Xenneth Hikari’s side that day.
Even now, the violet haired boy had surely learned the layout of the land and which areas were the most dangerous in this place. The difference between a wild, ravenous jungle stalking predator and the occasional jungle dwelling peacekeeper was as familiar as a neighbor trying to borrow sugar: “just give ‘em a berry and they’ll be fine!” That was a lesson he learned and kept sacred like a good lesson in survival; and so he kept a strung satchel bag full of berries to offer as compensation if a Pokemon were to consider his intrusion disrespectful.
“Oh!” his step pausing in mid-air, “We would have been in trouble, huh?”
Xenneth’s eyes met that of the worried Turtwig who looked up at him while cradled in the violet haired boy’s arms. They had been walking, doing their daily rounds, for quite a while that day as Xenneth felt it was necessary to get the layout of the area by venturing around the island. With each step he took, he learned of a Pokemon habitat, various territories, and often came across a wild Pokemon who looked at him as if they had seen a ghost, or a fool who was to soon be one. However, they let him be, and the next day they would just give the same look as if they wanted to ask if he was still alive.
“So,” he giving a tired sigh as he his eyes scanned the pounded terrain path, “This groove is like a royal path for the Sceptile here. Their family is treated as if they are monarchs around these parts, right? ”
Turtwig nodded, to Xenneth’s surprise.
It had been a month, sure, but a week was long enough to get to know this place and its rules. The jungle was chaotic, but to Xenneth, the lands of this region was not any better. The people’s technology was so outdated, and he was not sure if he should throw himself in the matters of this land considering his previous crimes. His own discipline had taught him to keep to this island as his own repentance; his self-administered punishment for his crimes was to live amongst the Pokemon he associated himself with by subjecting them to his mindless missions given to him so long ago. Of course, Turtwig needed not to know this, nor the Kangaskhan mother who trekked behind him while playing with its young, hoisting it up and down while Xenneth would occasionally look back to see her.
Looking at how simple their lives were, how orderly this jungle was in its own way, this place was not so bad, right?
“Hey, Ms. Konny?” his gentle voice called to the mother he affectionately nicknamed, “How about we head back home now? I think we found all we would find today”
The moment Xenneth said this, the Kangaskhan mother walked over towards the young violet haired boy and handed him her young. It was nice to see how someone trusted him in a maternal way. The mother made a couple of steps back before charging forth and leaping forth into the shore waters amongst the trees. It only had taken Xenneth a few careful steps as the Pokemon knew the procedure: the young Kangaskhan child climbed onto his back and Turtwig tightly clung to his arms as he climbed onto the Kangaskhan mother’s back and sat carefully. The rides were smooth during this time, and her swimming was flawless. At this point, Xenneth was use to simply playing with the Kangaskhan mother's young and the Turtwig while she happily swam them to the shore of the nearby chaining jungle islands without a worry in the world from any of them.
Her body was more sturdy than any ship he could ever think of and he dared not to question her prowess in a fight!
It only took a moment for them to sail to the peninsula that was on the Jungle's edge, and on it was the lone little cabin that sat by itself amongst the huddle of trees. It was barely visible, but Xenneth could see it as if the trees were not even there. His timing, as usual, was impeccable as the first drops of rain begun to fall and then a mighty cascade followed. His cry out was inaudible to the Kangaskhan mother, but she knew that it was along the lines of "hurry!" or something like that. The violet haired boy did not have a lot of clothes to spare these days as his current attire had faded in color and been lost in material as his shirt had become sleevless, and his pants torn to shorts by this time. Xenneth hurried inside and threw his arm out on almost instinct as he reached, casting a pull of a vine that made large indigenous jungle branches cover the decaying roof with many layers of the over sized leaves.
His ingenuity and luck was his saving grace these days.
The Kangaskhan mother had sat in one corner of the room, and Xenneth tossed his back across the bed while the young Turtwig plopped itself on the worn pillow at the head of the bed. The trio, all at once, let out a tired sigh of their voices as they were at ease now that they made it back to this place: their “home.”
No matter what, this setting, the chronicles that led him to this place, it all felt like a surreal dream...which he did not mind right about now.
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“And they’ll find out why we don’t trust them.”
::OOC Notes::
Now Playing: “Besaid Island (Remastered)” Composed and Arranged by Masashi Hamauzu
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Template Quote: From ”Conspiracy” by the Hayley Williams from Paramore
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