@iruludavare liked for a starter with N!
Traveling through Kalos had been quite the adventure, even more so with arriving at the Parfum Palace. From what he had been hearing through the region, was of a peculiar set of statues, which were of the two that he knew of from Unova’s legends.
Statues of Reshiram and Zekrom.
Thankfully, Zekrom had wandered off for some time to leave the young man to his thoughts, soft green eyes studying the statues carefully. Why in the world would this region have statues for Pokemon that weren’t native to it? It struck him as odd and rather out of place. Wouldn’t it be better to represent those of this region?
He couldn’t help but keep staring at the statues and ponder on it further and further, so much so that he wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings. While his companion would alert him to any of the sort, the mischievous dark type was trying to play a game with someone’s Furfrou.
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@misanthropecopy liked for a starter with N!
Was the green-haired male lost? Perhaps. But that was the whole thrill about this journey, venturing into unfamiliar territory. That, and N wasn’t truly lost. His faithful companion and friend was close by, the Zoroark scoping out plenty of good spots for berries. Zekrom was somewhere as well, but they were harder to keep track of. The human wasn’t worried though.
N truly was at ease with himself, albeit not knowing of where he was. To what he knew, and what his companion spoke of, they were in some part of the woods within the Kalos region. That’s all he knew and to him, he relished ever moment.
His thoughts paused, however, with feeling something amiss. Or more importantly, something familiar. A trail of a Pokemon’s voice in the distance..
The young man lifted his head and slowly started to follow the forest trail, trying to pinpoint the voice he was hearing. It was a familiar voice, it had to be...