“—Lux!” Watch out!
Instinctual forwardness is enforced unto bodily mobility. Pads of paws rap agaisnt the compacted earth beneath her while footwork carries her forthright. A jaw unhinges, the crackling of electricity merging forth into a compilation of sparks that are directed forth within a moment’s passing. The Beedrill; a typical troublemaker in the midst of travelling trainers or of the mundane alike. But of course, intentions were not to incapacitate the insect type. Nay——only to scare this particular pokemon away from the harmless innocence that strode wayward.
Eyes direct themselves unto petite youth.
Silence. Perhaps golden hues offered up warning to tread lightly and more carefully.
Like a motherly queen.
"H-hu--?!"
{/The sound of buzzing was heard, and it was so loud. So fast paced that the small vole didn't really think twice before dropping to all fours and scampering away as fast as she could. It sounded like one of those things that the humans have, and then a worse sound. Like thousands and thousands of leaves all being crunched and crunched again. The four month old had naught any inkling as to who they were, or what was going on really.
Either way, the vole was training, working on being more human like. It was supposed to be safer, her brother lied. It wasn't safe here, and now she was terrified. Four months was too soon to die, and she knew it. It was a shame her little body did too.
"Squea!"
Her heart rate was beyond the normal pace, and she wasn't speaking as human anymore, but rather in large chittering noises, soon turning into distressed squeaking. The buzzing was gone, and the constant crunching was too.
But that thing...the black thing was still here. Fangs, claws, a creature of a predatory nature. And she, of the prey, of the game, did what she did best. Hiding. The shrubs nearby was enough, a little quick dirt bath to mask her scent, and then sitting as still as possible, sleeve covered hands clasped tight over her mouth.}
