A stomach grumbled in Trent's ear. The taillow letting out a questioning chirp as it now sat upon his shoulder. It was hungry and he hadn't thought to stop at a store before leaving town. In his opinion it was far to late to go back and he wasn't about to spend the night in that god awful town.

"Next town," Trent said when the bird wouldn't shut up. The taillow huffed a bit but quieted. There really wasn't much it could do about it unless they found berries or something else to eat.

Trent paused as he noticed a weedle lazily laying in the middle of the road. He was tempted to step on it like the bug it is and continue on his way. However he could just hear those bitches back at the lab screaming Pokemon abuse again.

They seriously had ticked him off. after only one day he felt like he had found three enemies. He glared at the weedle who shrugged off the look.

Trent bent down as he noticed something about this weedle. Reaching out he ran his thumb over its stinger. It was blunt which meant this Pokemon was pretty much defenseless. Without a way to break the skin and inject its poison it would only be a matter of time before it fell prey to a flying type.

"Eat it," Trent said thinking of his own flying type. If it was hungry enough it shouldn't complain.

Darrik looked to his trainer un-amused by the fact his trainer was think he should eat the thing. Although his opinion of the lazy weedle quickly changed when it attacked Trent's hand.

Touching it made the weedle mildly annoyed but telling his Pokemon to eat it? Well that was just asking for trouble. It swung its tail around the blunt tip doing nothing more than leaving a stinging pain as the human quickly withdrew his hand.

"Oh come on," the taillow said in response. "I know he is a bit rude but you could have given a warning."

"I don't take kindly to being called someone elses lunch," the weedles eyes shown devilishly. "And you are his partner right? Well then you are not to be excluded from the pain that is a weedles wrath."

Okay so this weedle definitely was not to be taken lightly. Darrik puffed out his chest slightly in response. He was a proud bird Pokemon after all which meant he couldn't lose to a bug. His name meant strong in and of itself.

With that in mind he took flight. His trainer stood up and backed off in response giving him plenty of room to swoop in for a tackle. His head hitting the weedle in the side and rolling him over. 

Darrik puffed his chest some more as he hovered there waiting for his opponent to get up. His first fight as a trainers Pokemon and in truth it felt no different from fighting on his own. Probably cause the guy wasn't giving any commands which was fine by him.

"Higher," Trent suddenly commanded as he watched the weedle. Darrik chirped in a surprised response as he suddenly went upwards. A string of webbing passing just below him.

The weedle tsked as his string shot missed. The human was more annoying than he originally thought. The taillow suddenly followed up his attack with another tackle. The weedles body began to ache in response. It came down again; twice in a row this was his chance. He curled up slightly his stinger set to give that bird a nasty surprise. It was too late to dodge.

Suddenly the bird was gone in a flash of light. The weedle blinked in confusion and uncurled himself. He looked around before looking to the trainer holding a Pokeball.

"I have no use for injured Pokemon," Trent said mostly to himself as he felt the ball rock in his hand. His grip keeping it closed even as Darrik tried to escape. It would be troublesome if he got hurt when they could simply walk by.

Without thinking Trent shoved the weedle off to the side of the road with his foot. Earning a hateful glare which he returned with a un-amused look of his own. He began walking leaving the weedle there.

"Hey you bastard," the weedle said righting itself to try and attack the human again. It's webbing at the ready. He was already too far though and the weedle really didn't feel like giving chase. It let out a sigh and went back to resting at the side of the road.

Trent waited until he was sure the weedle was out of sight before releasing Darrik again. The bird fluttered around angry and looking for his foe. He then stopped and gave chirps into his trainers ears. Something akin to mistrusting him and not believing he was strong despite his name. It earned another pinched beak.

"What is the point of getting hurt," Trent said aloud mostly for Darrik though it wasn't directed at him.

Darrik sighed in confusion. He really had no idea what went through his trainers mind. Let alone what he meant by that.


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A stomach grumbled in Trent's ear. The taillow letting out a questioning chirp as it now sat upon his shoulder. It was hungry and he hadn't thought to stop at a store before leaving town. In his opinion it was far to late to go back and he wasn't about to spend the night in that god awful town.

"Next town," Trent said when the bird wouldn't shut up. The taillow huffed a bit but quieted. There really wasn't much it could do about it unless they found berries or something else to eat.

It's too hot or maybe it is too cold. Honestly, the weedle didn't care either way as it lay out in the middle of the road. It was so tired and yet it couldn't sleep either. He let out a sigh as he relaxed.

Trent paused as he noticed a weedle lazily laying in the middle of the road. He was tempted to step on it like the bug it is and continue on his way. However, he could just hear those bitches back at the lab screaming Pokemon abuse again.

They seriously had ticked him off. after only one day he felt like he had found three enemies. He glared at the weedle who shrugged off the look. He didn't care what that human was thinking.

Trent bent down as he noticed something about this weedle. Reaching out he ran his thumb over its stinger. It was blunt which meant this Pokemon was pretty much defenseless. Without a way to break the skin and inject its poison it would only be a matter of time before it fell prey to a flying type.

"Eat it," Trent said thinking of his own flying type. If it was hungry enough it shouldn't complain.

Darrik looked to his trainer un-amused by the fact his trainer thought he should eat the thing. Although his opinion of the lazy weedle quickly changed when it attacked Trent's hand.

Touching it made the weedle mildly annoyed but telling his Pokemon to eat it? Well that was just asking for trouble. It swung its tail around the blunt tip doing nothing more than leaving a stinging pain as the human quickly withdrew his hand.

"Oh come on," the taillow said in response. "I know he is a bit rude but you could have given a warning."

"I don't take kindly to being called someone else's lunch," the weedles eyes shown devilishly. "And you are his partner, right? Well, then you are not to be excluded from the pain that is a weedles wrath."

Okay so this weedle definitely was not to be taken lightly. Darrik puffed out his chest slightly in response. He was a proud bird Pokemon after all which meant he couldn't lose to a bug. His name meant strong in and of itself.

With that in mind he took flight. His trainer stood up and backed off in response giving him plenty of room to swoop in for a tackle. His head hitting the weedle in the side and rolling him over. 

Darrik puffed his chest some more as he hovered there waiting for his opponent to get up. His first fight as a trainers Pokemon and in truth it felt no different from fighting on his own. Probably cause the guy wasn't giving any commands which was fine by him.

"Higher," Trent suddenly commanded as he watched the weedle. Darrik chirped in a surprised response as he suddenly went upwards. A string of webbing passing just below him.

The weedle tsked as his string shot missed. The human was more annoying than he originally thought. The taillow suddenly followed up his attack with another tackle. The weedles body began to ache in response. It came down again; twice in a row this was his chance. He curled up slightly his stinger set to give that bird a nasty surprise. It was too late to dodge.

Suddenly the bird was gone in a flash of light. The weedle blinked in confusion and uncurled himself. He looked around before looking to the trainer holding a Pokeball.

"I have no use for injured Pokemon," Trent said mostly to himself as he felt the ball rock in his hand. His grip keeping it closed even as Darrik tried to escape. It would be troublesome if he got hurt when they could simply walk by.

Without thinking Trent shoved the weedle off to the side of the road with his foot. Earning a hateful glare which he returned with a un-amused look of his own. He began walking leaving the weedle there.

"Hey you," the weedle said righting itself to try and attack the human again. It's webbing at the ready. He was already too far though and the weedle really didn't feel like giving chase. It let out a sigh and went back to resting at the side of the road.

He liked humans in general but that guy had a bad attitude. Though he wasn't sure he meant what he said in a bad way. The guy was way too blunt in the way he spoke. He could have said he didn't want his taillow hurt because they had just become partners. Something just told him his reason for returning him was out of protectiveness. 

The weedle shrugged it off wonder what would become of the strange duo. Maybe in the future that humans Pokemon could turn him into a good man. He had the seeds of it that was for sure. The weedle let out a yawn and lay back down their brief battle tiring the already lethargic Pokemon more.

Trent waited until he was sure the weedle was out of sight before releasing Darrik again. The bird fluttered around angry and looking for his foe. He then stopped and gave chirps into his trainers ears. Something akin to mistrusting him and not believing he was strong despite his name. It earned another pinched beak.

"What is the point of getting hurt," Trent said aloud mostly for Darrik though it wasn't directed at him.

Darrik sighed in confusion. He really had no idea what went through his trainers mind. Let alone what he meant by that.


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Darrik was content now as he rested on his trainers shoulder. Though his stomach still protested the lack of food. He looked to his skinny trainer. Did this guy often forget to get food and that was why he was so skinny? Darrik could imagine it since the guy simply set off with books.

Bookworm, maybe he should try eating him instead. Darrik have a chuckle earning a sidelong questioning glance. Yeah he wouldn't risk it. He still had no idea how he was when he lost his temper.

Trent returned his eyes to the path. Only to notice a splash of color among the trees he stopped in response. Red spots in the leaves. No cheri berries growing off to one side.

It wasn't unheard of for people to plant berry trees near the roads as emergency supplies for travelers. He wondered if they were ripe enough to quell his taillows hunger.

Not that he had much of a chance to check. Darrik had noticed where he was looking and flitted off happily to enjoy a meal. He supposed he would just have to wait a bit for him to return. He took to sitting with the his legs out and leaning against a tree. He grabbed the book he had been reading and returned to its world.

Darrik was glad to finally have the food he wanted. After eating one or two he looked back to see his trainer once more reading. He didn't seem to be in a rush which meant more time for him to eat and savor it.


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Rustling, someone was near. The poochyena looked up from where she lay under some trees. Her eyes going towards the berry tree not far from her. Someone was eating the berries. A smirk crossed her maw in response.

"Oi you," the poochyena barked roughly at the taillow. "You are stealing my berries."

Darrik was a bit surprised at the sudden barks dropping one of the berries. His gaze followed it down to the poochyena below. Her berries? 

"Ah well pardon me," the taillow said unsure what to make of it. "I didn't see a fence or a name around it."

"You being sarcastic punk," the poochyena questioned with a growl.

"No not really I just thought there would be a marker somewhere if someone owned it. Where's your trainer," Darrik said cocking his head at the poochyena's bad attitude.

"I don't need one," she scoffed in response. "And I don't need one to own something either got it?"

"Yeah," Darrik said slowly becoming annoyed himself. So this poochyena was probably just harassing him to try and get him to do something as an apology in response. Aka she was trying to con him.

"Tsk, then if you got it then give me all the berries you plucked and get out of there," the poochyena growled again.

Trent looked back at the continually barking poochyena. What was wrong with the damn thing? He stood and watched as it seemed to be barking at Darrik. He had no intention of interfering since he was well out of range of the mutt.

"Sorry I ate them all but the one I just dropped. Say if this is really your tree how do you get up here to eat the berries," the taillow asked trying to catch her in a lie.

"Urk," the poochyena paused a moment thinking. "I... uh... I jump tree to tree starting with that short one over there." He motioned to a young tree maybe two years old.

"Oh wow," Darrik responded. "You must be very nimble. Can I see?" He was going to turn this condog straight. It was his duty to protect the innocent after all.

"What do you take me for," the poochyena growled. "Don't go changing the subject."

The taillow rolled his eyes. She didn't fall for it and it kind of pissed him off. Now he wouldn't get to see her make a fool of herself.

"Let's go," Trent called out. He was getting tired of the noises. It sounded like they were bickering and it wasn't at all pleasant to hear.

Darrik grumbled but flew over to Trent's shoulder. His wing lightly slapping the side of his face as he landed earning a glare. He meant it like a pat on the head though.

"Don't think I am done with you. I ain't afraid of no human," the poochyena growled approaching in a light crouch.

Darrik puffed out his chest in response. The poochyena was definitely more dangerous to Trent then a weedle with blunt tips. He took flight swooping down on the poochyena aiming at his side.

The poochyena jerked sideways trying to bite at the taillow even as he passed by his shoulder just barely catching the poochyena's rump.

The poochyena twisted around ready to catch him on the second swoop. The human moved though and his eyes went to him. He had taken out a pokeball. The poochyena snarled in response she wasn't about to belong to anyone. She rushed towards the human making Darrik miss completely.

Seeing the angry pup rush him teeth bared Trent did the only thing he really could do. He kicked it away his foot meeting the side of its head. It wasn't full force but it didn't need a lot considering the size difference.

It got up it's snarling growing with its annoyance. Trent knew returning Darrik was not an option now. It was dangerous for him and this was exactly why he had gotten a Pokemon. 

"Focus," Trent ordered. Darrik was surprised but knew what he meant. He hovered there focusing on his enemy who was now ready to attack his trainer again.

"Peck," Trent ordered again. This really was the most he's heard him really talk. Darrik swooped in behind the poochyena who turned to face him. Darrik didn't pause though his beak came down on the bridge of the poochyena's nose earning a painful yap.

She pawed at his nose trying to ease the pain. It didn't help that her eyes watered a bit too. Next, she felt a sharp pain on her head as the bird followed up. She hated this.

"I hate you," she yipped running away a bit. "I ever see you again I'll be sure to get my revenge." She then bolted into the brush.

"Yeah," Darrik chirped in victory returning to his trainer's side. Their first successful battle together and hey the guy gave pretty good instructions.

Trent shook his head returning the ball to his pocket and continuing down the path. Honestly was this trip going to be nothing but one trouble after another? Maybe he'll spend a day or two in Grus to relax.


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Darrik stared intensely at his trainer trying to get some response. The guy was stone faced and didn't talk much. He had to break that shell somehow. The guy needed to talk more even if he didn't understand the Taillow. The silence was killer otherwise.

Right he would just have to be brave and do what he had thought about earlier. Even though he was no longer hungry he would take a peck at his guy's ear and see what he does. Since he ignores him otherwise. He lowered his head in opening his beak slightly and did a small gentle peck at his ear. He didn't expect the reaction he got.

Trent stopped suddenly his hand going to his ear almost knocking Darrik off. He took flight anyway going to the opposite shoulder. Trent looked at him with a slight blush then he flicked him in the beak.

"That tickled you idiot," Trent said letting out a low grumble afterward. Seriously why did Darrik do that?

Darrik chuckled in response. The look on his trainer's face had been priceless. A light blush, a frown that wavered and the playful word of idiot. This guy he was easily embarrassed by being tickled. He had to do it again.

Trent waved Darrik off as he felt a peck on his other ear. What the hell? He flew around and did it again making Trent swat at him. The bird was chattering happily at teasing him.

"Stop that," Trent said putting his hand over both his ears and glaring at the laughing bird. It didn't hurt but it tickled. He didn't want to laugh. Laughter and happiness were the briefest of emotions. There was no point in experiencing them if they aren't destined to last.

Darrik couldn't help himself as he hovered there staring happily at his flustered trainer. The guy needed to lighten up and now he had broken down the wall some. Darrik flew back down resting on his shoulder chuckling at his sidelong glance and refusal to remove his hand from his ear. He eventually started walking again but his hand remained on his ear for some time before trusting Darrik again. The taillow couldn't help but think its fun.


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It was time to dance. The oddish took to the path imagining it was a stage as she bounced her body back and forth. Her leaves wagging every which way and constantly slapping her in the face. Headbanger time she threw her leaves back and forth to an unseen rhythem in her head.

Trent stopped watching the oddish in faint amusement. What was it doing? Some sort of mating ritual?

Darrik understood something was definitely not right in that oddish's head. She did not care what she was shaking around. He was actually just embarrassed just watching her. He buried his head into his trainers so he didn't have to watch and earning a sidelong glance.

Trent moved to go around and then she spun blocking his path. He glared irritably then tried again only to be blocked again. She was using the whole path as a stage for her dance. It was troubling.

"Oi, miss you are blocking the road," Darrik spoke up making her trip over herself.

"Oh, hello, were you watching," she asked with a smile.

"Ah yeah and you could use some lessons," Darrik couldn't call it outright terrible it would hurt her feelings.

"Okay, I'll be sure to practice a lot," she continued to smile. If she was that bad that is all she could do. She really wanted to be as pretty as her bellosom mother.

"You want to dance with me," she asked.

"I'm a flying type you know," Darrik said with a glare.

"So," she responded.

"You have no sense of danger, do you? I am Darrik the strong my powerful gusts of winds could knock you out in one hit," Darrik said giving a grin. "But I only use my powers to protect the weak and women."

"That's cool," she said again smiling. Darrik really couldn't keep up with her. It was like she didn't really mind at all. "Still have no idea what that has to do with dancing."

Trent listened between the two not understanding a word. Still the fact Darrik was making an unamused face told him a lot about the smiling oddish. She was probably very dumb or knew how to push buttons. Either way, he wanted to round out his team and grass types were his favorite. Very down to earth and easy to care for so long as one watered them and gave them plenty of sunlight.

"What about you," she suddenly asked the human. Darrik looked at him questioningly as well. The sudden turn of attention to Trent had him looking between the two in confusion.

Trent scratched his head and reached into his pocket grabbing an empty Pokeball before crouching down. He held it out to her. He really had no idea what they had been talking about but considering she didn't attack or run. He figured she would be at least somewhat useful.

"Hmm, you want me to become yours how sweet," the oddish said smiling. Darrik choked on her wording. She made it sound like Trent was proposing to her. Did she have no filter?

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