Post by august faulkner on Jan 9, 2020 2:35:35 GMT
|[attr="class","augpost"]this is where remus had come from. not birthed here; his squealing cries, freshly hatched, hadn't echoed through this forest. but this is where august had found him, hardened by years of a life he still doesn't know, caught without remorse from his natural habitat and carted here alongside other pokemon. |
many don't think about where the safari zone pokemon come from, how they live off the land. what happens to the ones that trainer don't catch? 'cause august bets it's certainly not fiscally sound to put all the effort into releasing them back into their natural habitats.
but he's no scientist and he isn't one to question the rules. out of curiosity, he's here. he's fancied it, sometimes, finding a brother for remus.
that much he's been able to gather about the lucario's former life.
the lucario steps beside him, quiet as ever, but there's a terse nervousness prickling at his skin. august can see it in the way his fur is raised at the base of his neck, but it's more than that. it's in his jaunted steps, the shallow breaths he takes with every step.
he reaches out a hand, clasps his shoulder, gives it a good squeeze.
out there, among the chittering wild, is a partner for the two of them.
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