Bleu<br/><br/>The second the rabbit came out of his grasp, he turned on his heels and looked away. '<em>Pansy.</em>' She thought as she caught the rabbit with the end of her tail and squeezed, constricting the life out of the small animal. '<em>What's wrong, 'master'? Can't stand to see the circle of life in effect?</em>' When the rabbit was completely dead in her tail, she wasted no time in disposing of the evidence. In her stomach. Satisfied, she took to following Ridge through the forest.<br/><br/>They were lost. She could tell. The way his eyes searched back and forth, looking for something familiar, it was the nervous tick of someone who was horribly, horribly lost. In times past, she had lectured him about getting lost, but she thought, for now, it was best to just let him live his little dream, and pretend to be oblivious of the horrible truth.<br/><br/>The question about the tree took Bleu by surprise. She was a snake, not a monkey. She looked to one of the trees, and slithered over, looking up the tall oak. Her serpentine body would not permit her to climb it... but her claws had something to say about that. Digging one claw into the bark, she pulled herself up, slowly making progress up the tree, stopping about half way.<br/><br/>"Am I looking for anything specific, Master? Or any sign of civilization at all?" She grinned, slowly letting on that she knew.<br/><br/>Serenity<br/><br/>The collar landed in the sand before her with a dull thud, a small cloud puffing around it as it landed. His words were so cold, so unfeeling... most Tamers saw their Pokegirls as friends, companions and sometimes as lovers... but he? No, he saw them as tools, much like as they were used during the Revenge Wars... She slowly picked up the collar and looked from it to the man.<br/><br/>Seconds before putting the collar around her neck, it hit her. '<em>Oh god...</em>' She thought, latching it behin her neck, freeing her hair from it's clutches. '<em>Is this man planning on starting another Revenge War? What does he want... and who is this 'boss'?</em>' So many thoughts, none of which were given a voice. As the collar's latch closed, she looked down at her feet. How could life had gone from so good to so bad... so fast?