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he travels deeper, feet crushing more pebbles as he makes his way down a smaller tunnel veering off of the main path.

it threatens to choke him with its stale, claustrophobic air as the walls narrow in even further. reached out, both arms can touch either wall, but curiosity drives him deeper. as if by divine intervention, an idea strikes him -- did a pokemon make this?

rumbling begins, its timing impeccable and uncanny as the pebbles at gilbert's feet tremble at the vibrations. everything occurs in an instant.

a blast of wind picks granite shards off the walls of the tiny cave. the sandstorm creates a wind tunnel that threatens to push gilbert back, out of this pokemon's home. his feet dig in, a hand up to protect his eyes while the other releases his slowking -- aranea. her psychic activates instantly, eyes aglow as the sand begins to move around the two of them. she is his guide as they venture forth, his protector.

he realizes it doesn't matter; he doesn't care what it is down there. stopping the sandstorm trumps his curiosity. all it takes is a single water pulse from the slowking, enough power thrusting it down the length of the tunnel that when it hits whatever is in the way, it stops the sandstorm.

they walk on, both stepping past the hippowdon that protects whatever lies further to discover just what treasure awaits them.


@ solo wild