Scorch
Climb? What place in Pharros would you need to climb? He needed the berries badly though. But it might mean he'll have to relocate. Which might mean closer to the village, which means easier to be found by Luke. But, he did need food. "Sure, where to?" But now he was having second thoughts. He might be moved to the village, and have to spend his time around many people. The thought of it, not being able to be alone with his thoughts, drove him mad. He just hoped it wouldn't be too close.
Slash
Slash sat in the cave, and meditated. He found it soothing. It cleared his thoughts, one at a time. The cave, his house, his parents, the Touros. His eyes shot open at the thought. He walked out of the cave, and climbed on top to his makeshift house. He took a scan. The small crackling fireplace, his pine brush bed, his lamp, lit kindly by a Litwick, who was one of, if his only friend. His bed was, surprisingly soft, and he laid down, and closed his eyes.
There was a scream, and he shot up. But nothing. A dream. He thought. The crackling in his fire grew louder, and louder, and the smell of smoke grew more, and more potent. Then he saw the smoke, rising a little bot from where he was, maybe a mile. He jumped up, and rushed out in the direction of the smoke. After a little ways, he saw her, the Litwick, being held by a pack of Ursaring, starting to burn down the Forest. "Hey! Let her go!" The Ursaring turned in his direction, baring their teeth. What have I gotten into?!
Climb? What place in Pharros would you need to climb? He needed the berries badly though. But it might mean he'll have to relocate. Which might mean closer to the village, which means easier to be found by Luke. But, he did need food. "Sure, where to?" But now he was having second thoughts. He might be moved to the village, and have to spend his time around many people. The thought of it, not being able to be alone with his thoughts, drove him mad. He just hoped it wouldn't be too close.
Slash
Slash sat in the cave, and meditated. He found it soothing. It cleared his thoughts, one at a time. The cave, his house, his parents, the Touros. His eyes shot open at the thought. He walked out of the cave, and climbed on top to his makeshift house. He took a scan. The small crackling fireplace, his pine brush bed, his lamp, lit kindly by a Litwick, who was one of, if his only friend. His bed was, surprisingly soft, and he laid down, and closed his eyes.
There was a scream, and he shot up. But nothing. A dream. He thought. The crackling in his fire grew louder, and louder, and the smell of smoke grew more, and more potent. Then he saw the smoke, rising a little bot from where he was, maybe a mile. He jumped up, and rushed out in the direction of the smoke. After a little ways, he saw her, the Litwick, being held by a pack of Ursaring, starting to burn down the Forest. "Hey! Let her go!" The Ursaring turned in his direction, baring their teeth. What have I gotten into?!