Mak

I leapt from the tree. Catching a branch in one hand and, using my momentum, swung myself forward enough to catch a second lower hanging branch. I repeated the process until I was on the ground. I started walking towards the cave I temporarily called home. Suddenly, hearing a shout, I turned around. Don't get involved, I said to myself, turning again towards the cave. I took a step forward, and then turned back. One quick look won't hurt anyone. I leaped to the next branch and looked straight down, I groaned when I saw my view was too obstructed by leaves to see clearly; straining my ears, I could just barely hear snippets of conversation.

"...put up a fight... Pass me his... and some rope..."

"Do we really have…? He's already…"

"Shut up! He… so he gets...river."

I shuddered; the guy's tone gave me a chill. His tone was cold. There was no bite or malice to it. He sounded... detached, like he could no longer be held responsible for his actions. I'd heard this tone in a few other 'Mon. Every one of them had tried to kill and/or eat me. I sighed, realizing that I would not be getting a nice night of sleep. Then I chuckled, realizing that I never do.

Tor

"Would you just pull the cord?" I yelled, my arms trembling with fatigue. Ricky of course refused to coöperate deciding instead to glare at me with look #12.

"I'm fine! Just need to get it out of my system."

No change.

"Last log?"

A small nod.

I sighed, nodded, readied myself, and waited. And waited. He gave me look #16.

"No."

Look #10.

"I do trust you but… I can't do that. Not yet at least."

#16 again.

"Ricky..."

The look intensified.

"OK! Ok, but just this once alright?"

Look #5.

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled to myself, cursing the tiny pidgey who knew exactly how to push my buttons. I closed my eyes and the world went dark, as it tends to do when you close your eyes. I reached inside myself, finding the core of energy that I usually kept under lock and key. Accessing it was the easy part. I reluctantly activated my powers. A tiny pinprick of red light appeared. I stared at the light until it grew and shifted into the form of a small bird. I breathed, slowly, sharpening my focus until I could make out his specific characteristics through the red energy that radiated from his body. The difference in feather colors, the talons, and finally the beak. Focusing harder, I spread my conscious further; able to recognize and differentiate between plants and more conscious life forms.

"Okay, I'm ready."

I felt him pull the rope. Felt the aura-devoid space that was the log. I waited, trying to time it just right, and slashed.

The log kept going past me, or I guess I should say over me. I lay dazed on the ground for a moment; simply staring up at the sky. Ricky fluttered over to me; he gave me look #11.

"Yeah, I'm fine Ricky," I responded.

He still looked worried, so I sat up and scratched his head feathers, my gauntlets having been knocked off and tossed across the clearing; He cooed and nuzzled into my hand. I smiled, and gave him a few more scratches before pulling myself away.

Kyle

I groaned, shaking my head to clear the fuzzy feeling in it. I tried bringing my hand up to rub the drool from my face. Both hands moved, and my addled mind accepted this without question. I wiped the liquid from my chin, and caught sight of the rustic color on my fingers. My mind snapped back into focus. I remembered the savage beating I'd taken, being tied up and…
"Quine's scarf!" I tried standing, only to become dizzy again and fall to a knee. I breathed heavily, realizing for the first time, my breath was coming in short gasps. Pain flared through my side as I put weight on my left leg. I hissed, looking to my left, where I saw a thin, but deep, wound trailing up my side and onto my chest. The wound was an angry red, and blood caked the surrounding area. I put a paw to my head, trying to make the world stop spinning, and realized that my arms had been tied together. I dumbly pulled at the rope trying to rip it from my arms in vain. Nothing. Not even the sound of straining for my efforts. I looked around for something to help me break the rope.

Tor

I dropped the oran's in the pot, added some dried rattata meat, a dash of cheri flakes, and finished off with some apple bits. I stirred to the over dramatic sounds of my avian friend starving to death. He laid on the floor, flailing his wings every few seconds while chirping weakly, staring at me with wide pleading eyes.
"And yet, when I finish the food quickly, you complain that it doesn't taste good enough," I chuckled, setting the steaming bowl on the table. And, as if by a miracle, the feathered fiend made a miraculous recovery. I laughed, taking my place across the table from him, and dug in. Every so often I would look up and see him moving deeper into the bowl.
"Just don't go swimming in it like last time. Took forever to get that out of your feathers."
#18
I laughed again.

I was washing the dishes in the sink when I felt it. No heard it. No felt… Whatever sense was I felt, I just knew, someone was in trouble. Deadly trouble. I grabbed my blades, made sure Ricky was asleep, and snuck out the front entrance.
I gripped the hidden handles in my blades, and took off into the trees, heading in the direction that seemed to call to me. Then, all my senses seemed to say one thing. grabbed me from behind.

Mak

I kept my hand around the green muzzle, trying to hold the thrashing insect down. "Keep quiet or we'll both be dead," I hissed, trying to maneuver us away from the edge of camp. His thrashing ceased a bit, allowing me to get under the cover of some foliage. I peeked out of the bushes we concealed ourselves in. No change in the camp, the snoring continued. I breathed out a sigh. The scyther cleared his throat from behind my hand.
"Whmmuuvvhuh hure doff."
"Sorry," I replied, releasing him and sliding back a little. I waited with bated breath, aware that he could probably decapitate me before I could blink twice. He took a quick glance at a gap through the bushes. I expected him to actually look out, but he seemed satisfied that he'd seen… something. He turned back to me.
"Thanks," he inclined his head, and I released a silent sigh. Suddenly I had a blade pressed to the side of my neck.
"But," he hissed, deathly close to my face. "Never sneak up behind me. Got it?"
I nodded stiffly, staying tense until he removed the blade from my neck.

"What's going on?" He asked, taking another glance at the leaves that concealed us from view.

I explained what I'd seen before he got there. Pointing out the last place I'd seen the graveler and buizel, and the place where the sandslash sat propped against a rock, ropes around his wrists. "He's not gonna last long with wounds like that either. He needs med—"
"You got a plan?" he interrupted. His blades crossed on his chest. He looked at me as if he already knew I did, and I was just taking forever to tell him. I fought to keep the glare off my face. He was offering to help after all, no need to be completely rude. I looked back out the canopy of leaves, and smiled.

Okay, new chapter time, expect a better upload schedule later. Maybe