Eye of the beholder

Wesley had something of an eye for beauty, but finding any in Violet City was impossible. Not because it wasn't aesthetically pleasing, but because there was just so much color everywhere. The setting sun meshed into the deep greens of the trees creating colors he couldn't even begin to describe, the red-hued tiles on the ancient skyscrapers both clashing and seamlessly melding with the skyline, and the various silhouettes of bird pokemon flying into the trees overhead all created a portrait beyond his conception. Trying to single out anything in his sight as being more interesting than another would have been like designating one brush stroke as the only one worth noting in a great work of art; this city was the beauty of creation manifest, and a sight he'd been longing to see for some time.

As Wesley marvelled at the sights overhead, the large blue bug at his side gurgled slightly, its eyes looking at either side of it. In a way, the eyes placed on either side of its head gave it a better view of its surroundings, but as an insect it couldn't quite grasp exactly what it was seeing. What it new, however, was that there were nice smelling things in the air, and it wanted some of that. Kris looked up at Wesley, his mouth foaming slightly and chitinous arms scraping against the hulking mass of its body.

Wesley looked down, sighing, and fetched a half a danish from his pocket. He had intended to eat it, but got too caught up in his new surroundings to bother with such trivialities as nutrition (or what little of it could be found in a danish, anyway). He tossed it at Kris and patted him on the head as the bug crammed the whole thing into its maw. Watching Kris eat was always a bit funny to Wesley; every meal was treated as though it were potentially his last. Very poetic, in the way that short-sighted thoughts often are. Wesley scratched the tip of Kris's horn in approval, then led him back to the wooded outskirts of town.

"Kris," he said with a grin, "Lets start working off those pastries."

Kris sucked the remnants of sugar off his claws and nodded with his whole body in agreement. Violet city was notorious for its flying pokemon gym, and a bug pokemon like Heracross wasn't exactly well-suited to withstand their attacks. Not without proper preperation, anyway. As the daylight started to fade, two over-excited youth started looking for their first fight in a new town.

A Buizel wandered around, searching for the source of the sweet scent it had sniffed a few moments ago. It noticed the trainer and stopped.


Level 11