So some of you have probably noticed the changes to the otter's name, again. Just some uh, technical difficulties. Also, the region(s) here are gonna be more like small countries. It'll take days to walk from city to city instead of minutes, and there will be a lot more people in each city or town. I can't believe, well actually I can. My short term memory sucks.
Kurama The Platinum Zoroark: No I am not typing out that full name every single time. So Kurama from now on. Um... No... He was not. I don't know why that's the first place your mind went to and I really don't wanna know why. You'll get the first piece of the puzzle next chapter.
As Ben continued on his way, he encountered a number of wild Pokemon, which he had his Oshawott deal with as he didn't want to deal with Logan right now. That didn't stop him from thinking about him though. 'I don't get it. Zoroarks have been painted as very kind Pokemon despite their appearance. At least until you threaten their pack. So why does this one act so... well I don't think evil is the right word, but, like such a jerk. Maybe I took him from his pack? No, he probably would've mentioned it if that's why he was so angry. Maybe he's just not very nice... What if my Pokeball malfunctions? He'd kill me. Well, Pokeballs are one of the most reliable pieces of technology ever made, but there's still a small chance. Maybe I should just put him in a PC Box. … No, that's not right. I don't want to just leave a Pokémon in a PC for how ever long... that's no way to live, even if he is mean."
After a number of hours, and his Oshawott gaining two levels, night began to fall. "Time to set up camp I guess, and feed my Pokémon. Which means... Logan." He sighed. Not looking forwards to interacting with the dark fox again. He set his bag down and pulled a pair of metal food dishes out. Unfortunately he'd only packed Water Type and Normal Type Pokémon food. He never would've predicted he'd have a Dark Type so soon. 'Guess I'll have to give him the Normal Type and hope he doesn't hate it.'
He put the watery fish based Water Type food in the first bowl. This was designed for Water Type Pokemon that lived on animals and fish Pokemon like Oshawott. The soggy pellets would make most Pokemon gag, but Water Types preferred a lot of water in their food. He put the standard dry food in the second. This had a mix of dehydrated meat and plants condensed into a small ball. It was basically a step up from cat or dog food. 'Here's hoping he likes dog food...'
He sent his Oshawott out in front of his bowl. "Dinner time buddy. Eat up while I set up camp."
"Oshawott!" The lutrine like Pokémon responded happily and began to eat the chow happily.
'Please don't be a problem.' He tossed Logan's ball and the tall fox materialized. He saw Ben and sighed.
"The fuck do you want?" Ben was actually pretty relieved. He seemed to be in a better mood. That was actually pretty polite considering their previous encounter.
"Dinner time. I imagine you're hungry." The Zoroark scoffed and crossed his arms.
"Well yes, my breakfast decided to capture me." Now it was Ben's turn to sigh. 'He's gonna be like this the whole way isn't he?'
"Look, I'm sorry i captured you and potentially took you from your family. I know you're angry at me, but we're kinda stuck together now. Can't we at least try to get along?" The fox just stared at him before speaking. "Don't think that changes anything. We may be stuck with each other but that sure as shit doesn't mean I have to like you. I'm fact the only reason I'm not trying to kill you is because I'm smart enough to know brute force won't work here. Also I didn't have a pack. I lived on my own. I don't have any friends or pack members or whatever, and I don't want any."
Ben took a deep breath. "Look, it's been a long day for both of us. Just, eat up while I set up camp, we'll get some sleep, and hopefully we both feel better tomorrow." Logan gave a fuh sound before turning to where the food was. He froze immediately. Ben noticed this. 'Oh sweet merciful God no.'
"What. The fuck. Is this? Dog food in a bowl!? Are you fucking serious!? I'm an anthro, same as you, and THIS is how you wanna feed me?! Fuck you!" Logan stromed over to the bowl and stomped on it with his powerful legs. The bowl was crushed under his paw, flattened by the sheer force. "You'll give me proper food right this second!" Oshawott had taken note of this, but smartly decided to stay out of this. There was nothing he could do, and he didn't want the Zoroark to cut him open and decide to eat him instead.
Ben quickly took his backpack off and began to tear through the compartment where he had his food. He had some chips, some protien bars for when he didn't have time to make a meal since they were quite filling, he had some cured haddock, and beef jerky. He quickly grabbed the jerky an tossed it to the furious fox, who caught it and cut the top open with one of his claws. "I may not be able to cause you pain directly, but if you ever, and I mean EVER, try to feed me shit like that again, you WILL regret it!" With that, Logan turned around and walked away a bit. He didn't want to even look at Ben right now.
With Logan turned away, Ben learned two things. One about Zoroarks as a species, and one about this specific Zoroark. Zoroarks in fact, did not have tails. Most people didn't know whether they did or not since they had that long mane, and didn't look it up online. This Zoroark may not have been feral, but anthros always kept the tail of their feral counterparts, so if he Logan didn't have one, feral Zoroarks didn't either.
The other thing he learned, the one about Logan specifically, he had a nice ass. Zoroark's almost always had quite bony rears due to their lanky build, but this one was a decent bit bigger. Nothing excessive, but notably larger. It also had a good balance between muscle and fat. Meaning it would keep shape while walking, but if force was put against it-
"ARE YOU STARING AT MY ASS!?"
The otter jumped a bit. Being bi he did feel attraction to males, and he did stare for a bit, this Zoroark was physically attractive, but being honest her would probably be detrimental to his health. "No! I was, checking to see if you had a tail! I didn't know and since you mane is so short I thought I'd check."
Logan looked at him with a judgmental expression. "Bull. Shit." He then sat down and continued to eat.
Ben breathed a quite sigh of relief. He then took his tent out of his backpack and began to set it up. He knew he'd have to do this while on his journey, so he practiced it a number of times until he was able to do it fairly quickly. Logan and Oshawott had finished eating by then. Ben recalled Oshawott, but when he grabbed Logan's ball, he received a glare. "I would much prefer to sleep with some fresh air rather than cooped up in that tiny sphere."
"Ok, just don't touch me ok?"
"Wouldn't dream of it." Ben laid out his sleeping bag inside the tent and climbed into it. He'd only packed the one, but Logan didn't seem to care. He laid on the opposite end of the tent and curled up. Ben began to reflect on the day. He'd had his first battle, nearly gotten killed, somehow captured this incredibly rude fox, and now said fox was sleeping less than two feet away. He had to figure out why a member of a normally kind species was so mean. Something must've happened to him, but when and what? Maybe it was something simple like he got kicked out of his pack recently and he was still upset about it, or maybe... maybe something really bad happened. All he knew, is that he had to do something to help him. He wanted to help, he always wanted to help when he could, but this time he had to for his own sake. He had to so he could help him become better. Otherwise...
'This will be a very, very long trip.'
