This world is inhabited by creatures that we call pokemon. People and pokemon live together by supporting each other, but now the scourge threatens the safety of the entire region. Kohaku has become a dangerous place, where children stay at home and only brave souls go adventuring.
Welcome to KOHAKU. Come for the nightmares. Stay for the tea and crumpets.
The season is SUMMER. It is easy for survivors to forage for food from the land, as there are entire abandoned farms ready for harvest. On the downside, you can smell the corpses.
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footsteps sliced the silence of the misty earth. the fog hung low, but ominously present. J walked alone, unnerved but alert. he wasn't too sure where this was, but dream world or not, it was still worth being on-guard. he stopped walking for a moment, turning around to survey the mountains he was surrounded by.
the mist gradually rose, and J walked on, steadily.
there was a shimmer of silver in misty white, and a skarmory took off amidst the darkened valley. J moved behind a tree for good measure, keeping an ear on wing, listening for its distinctive cry to note where it was.
"if in doubt, swift," J told the creature circling above him. he heard a cry in return -- whether it was a challenge towards the murkrow, or an agreement to his words, J didn't know.
Caught by a cascade of stars from the swift, the murkrow attempted to swerve and swoop through the air to dodge, but to no avail. Its laughing caw was cut abruptly short and it fell to the ground.
It coughed as it hopped back up to its feet, worse for wear but not still with plenty of vim. Its cough turned into a cackling caw and then a deafening screech.
J clapped his hands to his ears, the screech echoing through the valley like taunting laughter. he glanced upwards, and saw silver feathers coming towards the ground at top speed.
wing folded in its wings, eyes trained on the grounded bird to aim a peck at it, before it made its landing a few feet away, kicking up sand and dust for a sand-attack in its wake.
wing took the blow, allowing the murkrow to drive its beak into its torso, before quickly locating the bird. its eyes trailed the golden beak the significantly smaller bird sported, leering, before the skarmory dove for the crow to peck it. silent crow or not, it wasn't dead -- yet.
The leer put the murkrow in a fright, and it no longer as the dexterity to dodge--not with one wing impounded and the other flapping furiously in a last ditch effort.
The mist intensified only slightly, a haze attack half unleashed, before the murkrow stilled at the onslaught of peck.
There was a distinct silence as the cawing silenced for good. Lost dark feathers caught in a light wind, scattering to the breeze, as a small pool of blood gathered at it's cooling feet.
blood-stained beak side, wing was as wing-like as it always was. it strode back to J's side, wings and feathers tucked neatly by its sides. the trainer glanced at his pokémon, and slid a finger across the fresh blood on the skarmory.
"hm," J said, his tone lost somewhere between thoughtfulness and laughter. wing cocked its head, and started off before J did.
