Jade Gorge

An outline of huts was far off in a field with a dirt road paving the way to it, as if pointing towards a graceful sanctuary. Walking down the path, you begin to ponder what you may actually find within this small town. Seeing that wagons or pedestrians were nonexistent within the territorial limits to the village, it rouses some skeptical hopes in you that the village citizens may no longer be around or alive. What disturbs you the most, however, is the silence. Not only close to the town had you discovered it, but your realization had occurred from the very beginning of your journey. The soft wind resonating as the only source of noise was probably a terrifying enough experience that was almost equal to the battle with the Pinsir. You pass the town gates with a wooden banner nailed above with an engraved, Jade Gorge across it. A nice name for a small town. Stepping out into the dirt streets, something was obviously clear. No one was walking anywhere and the doors and window openings were all boarded up...

Not a single sound emitted anywhere this time around, even with the wind as soft as it was, blowing the light dust from the graveled routes. It was obviously hit and abandoned from an infected horde. "What a shame..." Your mind declares by the sight. You step slowly out into the empty lot, watching the rooftops and alleys as you pass by, knowing that a feral can be near, but hopefully with no pokemon to commerce about in the village, an infected would surely have ventured off somewhere else. You peek into what looked like the town hall at the center of the village. There was a small crack in between two wooden boards that covers a window opening.

Peering inside, the entire place was completely trashed. Bookcases fallen over, drawers opened, paper and debris scattered all around the dark room. It was too dark from the menacing shadows to see anything else, but the hall had clearly been ransacked by robbers. Sighing with a depressed octave, you move away from it and check for a shop in town for any possible remains of what happened. Finding a saloon-looking building close by and still standing, you focus aura energy into one of your hands and punch the door, blowing the boards away in a small blue explosion.

After the smoke clears for the most part, you step inside, only to see a large blast of orange flames shoot out directly in front of you! You quickly jump back, clumsily and accidentally falling on your rump from avoiding the searing fire. Rubbing the soot from your eyes, you glance back in shock as a Typhlosion steps out from the pieces of flaming wood with smoke fuming out from its mouth. You roll back, standing up once more as you toss your bag to the side to avoid the fire and possibly inevitable fight. The fire-type growls an intimidating and heart-pound rousing tone, having a somewhat equal height to you but sports a rim of chub over its belly from most likely having a mixture of work-outs and overfeeding. Muscle is hidden with its curvy, yet straightforward arms to **** a difficulty to guess what its strength truly was. With a flat chest, a masculine body, and such a menacing voice, the Typhlosion presents itself as a quite irritated male.

Staring into the face of the fire type, the Typhlosion’s eyes show…

1. Green, with enraged anger...!

2. Purple, with unsatisfied hunger...! *