Snippet #1825862

Songrose looked up, hearing a voice that, for once, she did not recognize. She looked over him carefully, then stood up, alowly walking towards him. Maybe he could help her out. He seemed to be heading to the Pokemon Center, anyway. She sniffed once, almost uselessly; she couldn't understand all of these smells yet. Her sense of smell had improved, but she just couldn't figure out the different scents unless they were foods she had passed by before. The scent that other people had...she had a hard time telling the difference half the time.

She saw a little bit of hope in the action, though. He had noticed her, hadn't ignored and walked away from her. Maybe this was the chance she had been looking for. The thought made her give a quiet cry of surprise. He even had his own Pokemon, too; a Quilava loomed in the background, possibly his own Pokemon. She glanced between the two, wondering which would be best to talk to first. In the end, she tried to talk to both. At least that way, one of them was sure to understand her. But whether or not the human would even listen much...

The thought that he had only stopped because she was a Vulpix, a Pokemon hard to find in this area, crossed her mind. As far as she knew, there were no wild Vulpix in the area, aside from herself now. Still, she had to try.

"I need help...please..." She was somewhat frustrated; her voice wasn't even her own, it seemed. She was used to hearing her own voice, not the voice of a Vulpix. That was even more unsettling than the fact that she wasn't herself anymore. She had used to be so much more sound-orientated than anything else.