Bleu<br/><br/>Keeping her body low to the ground, her movements nearly silent as her serpentine body rolled across leaves and over sticks, not crunching or snapping them, making her move without sound. She had been moving for what seemed like the better part of an hour, each tree she passed looked like the one before it, and the one after it. Stopping to coil around the trunk of a tree, she caught a whiff of smoke. Looking around and sniffing the air with her nose, she couldn't tell hide from head the direction. Looking about once more, she flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth, the scents much more noticeable now, given strength and direction. Dropping back to her stealth mode, she followed the scent of smoke to a clearing, where the sounds of gunfire could be heard, small arms, nothing big. The gunfire drowned out the natural sound of the river to her right. It looked like a small village, with a small detatchement of men in black shooting aimlessly into huts and thatched roofed cottages. "Better report this to Master..." She mused to herself, turning over herself and slithering away with due haste.<br/><br/>The hour trip back took much less time to her as she simply followed her master's scent back to the path he was waiting on. Upon seeing him, she slithered quietly behind him and stood back to her full, normal height. "I'm back." She announced to him, hoping to catch him off guard.<br/><br/>Serentity<br/><br/>When the man left, Serenity was left with nothing but the Pokecenter she was ordered to take care of. Once the scary man and his shy Salamandra left, she retreated to where her Tamer's corpse was. He was dead, that was obvious from the bullet wound in his head. She couldn't save him, but she could at least give him his last rights. Getting to her hands and knees, she started digging with bare hands and choice rocks, getting very dirty in the process. It took her upwards of forty minutes to dig a grave for him. Sorting his corpse in the hole to make him somewhat presentable in the afterlife, she took but one thing from the corpse, a necklace which held his parent's and family's pictures in it. Sliding it around her neck, she began the arduous process of burying him again, all the while singing a song; his favorite song.<br/><br/>With that last chore complete, and her clothes soiled in dirt and mud, she sat herself near the makeshift treebark gravestone, curled her knees to her chest, and sobbed.