Rigor looked around anxiously as she continued moving a couple of boulders out of her way. She had thought she had heard voices.. Seemed like someone didn't know something about being a pokemon in the conversation... But that couldn't be. She wiped the sweat from her brow, careful not to remove her skull. One thing she was not fond of was showing her face. She assumed it was her imagination making up the conversation, and frustrated, smashed the rest of the rocks in her way on the path, making the ground itself shake as she did so. Huffing, she began to walk down the lush strip. Her bone scythe and odd markings often made her look intimidating.. But in actuality, she was a loner. She did not crave attention or social interaction unless it was absolutely necessary. She took her leather strap and tossed her bone into place of the holder, then slung it onto her back as she walked, but stopped as she came across three sets of tracks. One seemed to come out of the water with no origin.. And looked nothing like a water pokemon she'd ever seen, other than maybe a vaporeon.. Whereas the other two sets distinctly had a path to the edge of the water, and a path back. She plopped on the ground beside the tracks and looked on off into the water, contemplating taking a dip. The sun was hot, and oddly enough, she was tired.
