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[Silvain]

Despite the land being blanketed by darkness, the treetops buzzed with activity only befitting of nocturnal bug Pokemon. The pokemon clicked and called out, colonies of Durants carrying leaves to oversized anthills while Noctowls hid overhead, waiting for any prey to amble along. But, the Houndour that stepped over logs and poking roots gingerly was not eligible for such a plight, merely a dog who was seen as a threat, should he show signs of aggression. While Silvain would not like to know this, there were something that just couldn't be changed by a kind, easy-going demeanor. Instead, the Houndour drew in the crisp scent of the forest through his nose, relished the feeling of dew-ridden grass beneath his paws, and listened to the soft melody of buzzes in the treetops.

A bandage had been wrapped around his side, from a previous plight through a dungeon with a serious Noibat named Holly, and another one that had disappeared mid-battle. The alabaster cloth hid black and blue, an area between ribs where a Roggenrola had repeatedly slammed into. It still hurt and ached with every movement, but Silvain didn't let that stop him. He had decided that if he just stayed in his room all day, nothing would heal. He needed to get up and move, not laze around, waiting for everything to return to normal. Lost in his thoughts, the Houndour had reached the crest of a hill, only to move forward and have his paw get caught on the protruding root of an old elm tree. Letting out a yelp of surprise, he somersaulted forwards recklessly, paws flying in an attempt to stop himself.

Despite this, Silvain eventually bowled into a thistle bush, his fur getting caught up in the sharp needles that prickled at his skin. He let out a whimper of pain, agony blooming throughout his side, flank, everywhere. Frowning, he began to struggle, feeling heat grow beneath his bandages from the torment of having rolled down a hill with recent injuries. "Help? Anyone?" he called out hoarsely, suffering riddling his voice as he tried to release himself from the clutches of the bush.

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[Julia]

Julia had never known true sleeplessness until she'd moved into a room with Koshi and Maximus. Sure she'd had nights before where it was difficult for her to fall asleep, but now it was simply impossible. Max snored loud enough to shake the whole room, and Koshi always shifted his feathers when he was sleeping. It wasn't as bad as Max's snoring, but it was still distracting.

It disturbed her just a tiny bit that she'd actually fantasized about smothering them both. She blamed it on sleep deprivation, but it bothered her enough that Julia felt she had to leave the guild for a late night stroll. There weren't any actual rules against it, but so many explorers are worn out by their day that none of them ever even think about it.

It was lucky for Silvain that Julia had decided to talk through the forest. Julia heard the yelp and following crashes and froze, listening for more. What she heard was a thin voice, hoarse with pain. "Help? Anyone?" Julia followed it and came to the crest of a steep hill. There, halfway down the bottom, was a Houndour tangled up in thorn bushes. "Hey, you okay?" she called down to it. "I'm coming, just hold still!"

She searched for a safe way down. Being shaped as she was, tripping would mean lots and lots of pain. This would be easier if she had a rope or a vine, but she hadn't thought she'd be doing a rescue mission when she left the guild. Slowly, Julia made her way to the bush.

Silvain

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[Silvain]

A small amount of time passed where Silvain simply listened to the soft chirps of various Cricketune, occasionally accompanied by the distant squall of a preying Noctowl in the distance. He tried struggling at some points, but squirming around in the thistles only entangled his dark fur more, leaving him helpless and alone. Silvain let out a sigh of defeat, his mind immediately rushing to the negative. What if a feral fog Pokemon found him out here? Would an outlaw come to finish him off? How would he get out? All questions left unanswered, and such anonymity left a pit in his stomach and a sense of panic pounding at his heart. Perhaps the Houndour was being paranoid, but frankly, he was unsure if anybody would even bother to help a poor, injured dog caught in a patch of thorns.

Silvain's head began to hang, as if accepting a completely illogical fate. Despite reasoning and facts going against everything his sleep-riddled mind had come up with, he tricked himself into believing these odd scenarios, leaving him with the sense that he might die in the forest with no one to find him. It was only when he heard the soft steps of someone at the crest of the hill he recently fell down did he lift his head, fiery eyes locking on a Togepi. His eyes flickered with sudden hope, leading him to shift painfully as he watched her. "Yes! Thank you so much!" he called, before the other could even get down the hill to help him.

...However, her simply getting down the hill worried him a bit. Her spherical shaping would make it extremely easy for her to tumble down the hill as well and end up in the same predicament, although she lacked fur necessary to get caught up in a tangle of thorns. Even so, he couldn't help but be worried. "Ah! be careful!" he yelped, desperately hoping that she didn't trip either.

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