Thread: Adventures of a Novice and a Myth | [ Kɪᴛᴇ & Bᴀᴇ ]

Graham descended the mountain easily, Spray bottle in one hand and his nearly empty honey pot strapped to his belt with the remnants of an escape rope. The green grass on the mountain eventually gave way to brightly colored flowers, strangely robust for their species. Though he could easily and quickly descend further, Graham slowed down once the combees came into sight, having no desire to spook them or their queen, whom he had affectionately named Queenie. With his trademark whistle and a wave, the kind man warned of his arrival, giving a single spray to each group of flowers as he passed, on his way to the massive hive. The buzzing got louder and louder as he approached, which Graham had judged by its pitch to be a good day. The air grew thick with combees harvesting the nearby flowers, but they paid no mind to Graham, some even giving cute smiles to him as he passed. Finally arriving at his typical meeting place near a massive, ancient tree, he hitched the bottle in his belt and took the large honey pot into his hands. Queeeeeeniiiiie! Graham called out to the vespiquen pleasantly. I'm ready for more honeeeeeey! The unique wing-beats of the vespiquen were easily heard over the din of the combees. She appeared from the tree, a honeycomb of unusual size in one hand and a trinket in the other. With a charming smile, Graham held up the pot, into which the vespiquen emptied the honeycomb, filling it with hot, aromatic honey. The gentle man couldn't resist the scent, taking a whiff before capping the pot and tying it closed with the rope, then tightly tying it to his waist. Thanks again, Queenie. Your honey is the best! Graham's genuine words rose above the buzz of the hive. Normally, the vespiquen would have nodded and went about her business, but something seemed different to Graham. He other hand contained a strangely colored trinket, which she held out to her friend. Graham took it into his hands, examining what seemed to be a crushed pokeball, except it was purple and red with a large M on the front. He knew it was a pokeball for sure, at least. With a heavy sigh, the kind man looked up to his flying friend once more after pocketing the shattered remnants. Did someone try to catch you? Graham asked, concern in his voice. Queenie buzzed an affirmation, pointing one of her limbs toward the nearest road, which resided within walking distance of Graham's hut. I'll keep an eye out, Queenie. Graham reassured her as best he could. No one is capturing you if I can help it. I'll see you later. Be safe! As Graham turned to head toward his hut, Queenie's claws latched onto his shirt and she buzzed in a tone he usually didn't here. He couldn't help but chortle at the situation, but met her request anyway. Wordlessly, Graham sprayed his concoction onto the vespiquen's exoskeleton, then used a chunk of cotton to polish her. Queenie's hardened exterior took on an attractive sheen, easily refracting the daylight. She gave a pleasant buzz before heading back toward her hive. Looking good, as usual, Queenie. Graham called after her before continuing on his merry way. A few wurmples and a bidoof later, Graham had finally made it back to his hut. The spray bottle was mostly full, his honey pot had been filled once more, and now he could finally take a moment to relax, or so he thought. He pushed open his hut's door to see what he believed to be a large, plant based pokemon examining his rustic wares. His heart immediately began to race. Pokemon this large were absolutely capable of killing humans, and not only that, but he had never seen this one before. He had no idea what it was capable of. Trying his best to remain calm, Graham let his hands settle at his sides and hid his teeth with pleasantly upturned lips. Hey there. he began in a pleasant, quiet tone. See anything you like?