maxie & ? - forest stroll
Sauntering into the forest, his senses, dulled, do not wander as they usually do. To put things right, he stops by a small stream. He wakes as soon as the pristine water touches his face. Then he moves on; deeper in to the reaches of the wilderness. He’s not sure what he would find, but he will take whatever’s given to him. There is very little that does ignite the fire in him.
The shrill sounds fill him and his eyes take in the prismatic hues of the wildlife. It’s normal for a forest to be this rich. It’s not normal, however to find oneself feeling rather intimidated by the size and structure of Nature, though many purport that one should. Despite this, he seeks human interaction. He knows he would not find it. It does not matter to him at all.
He’s standing in the centre, absorbing and sharpening his senses. He hears a light crack, a branch snapping meters away. Maxie’s hand is already on his belt and a grin makes its way to his features. An event that would be useful to while away the time. He’s standing in anticipation of what would come but does not turn around.
The forest is back to its usual cacophony and he feels nothing odd about the branch snapping. Maybe he just imagined it. His hand drops from his hip and he rubs the back of his neck in an attempt to soothe an ache. The leader’s muscles are still tense from the earlier burst of foreign audio but with a few rubs and dabs of medicinal oil, it is back to normal.
He doesn’t even see the broken branch as he rounds a radius where he is standing. Something still feels off. He still senses the presence of another but he’s uncertain. The water can only do so much. He grips his Camerupt’s ball tightly and the veins on his hands begin to show. The sense of being trapped works its way through to him. He exhales quickly; inhales quickly.
