The Hunter and The Hunted(open)

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ett sighed with relief as he was finally away from the main city for a spell and could relax at his own pace. He was back in the wild as he should be and free as he was in Kalos. This fresh air, the sounds of the grove around him and his pokemon at his side. Nothing could explain this unbreakable feeling of belonging. The Islands have surely take him by storm having no more a few days ago he meets his new starter and began his trainer anew. Anahita, his devoted Popplio, was curled on stomach sound a sleeping while his hood covered his head.

He was slowly falling falling into slumber himself till these was rustling in the grass and didn't mess a beat picked up his bow and shooting  an arrow the tree nearest to the sound. A Yelp, so a human. "I'm apologize, I thought you were that pesky pokemon who tried take a meal out of my Popplio  again." He slightly move the bow of  his human lying of fire but don't put it down. For this one could be a thief! He heard the tales of the wrong crowd that plagues these lands. "What are you doing out here?"