...gs. It’d be a skill she’d always been gifted in to some extent from childhood. Finding an old oak tall and thick from its long years she began her slow acsent. I remember this being easier with clothes and shoes…May could feel the twigs break roughly at her feet and scratch her more sensitive areas. Leaves tickling her she found herself giggling reaching its peak with a hop.
At the top of the great wooden goliath she took a 360 view in giving her only the baring of being in the middle of a vast sea of green. Everything was tinted an odd blue white by the moon. The river was no where in sight no sound of its quite rush at all. There wasn’t even a smoke pillar from the campfire that they always made. How the hell did she get so far into the forest? She couldn’t have walked all this way in her condition? She couldn’t even stand up?
A loud crack from a large twig being snapped sounded beneath her. Someone or something was moving at the base of the tree. Quiet as an alley cat May descended to a thick lower branch to have a quick look. A massive pokemon whom walked on all fours was searching the ground for a trace. Please don’t be looking for me…please don’t…Its fur was the color of a dark blaze in the moonlight. It prowled around the entire length of the small open...