OOC: I apologize for my less than satisfactory last post. I had to tie it up quickly, as I was being rushed off. But I intend to make this one better.
IC: Cervais slowly stalked through the wreckage of the streets, the sound of his hooves hitting crumbled pavement echoing eerily loud. His ears remained pricked for any sound that might precede danger, his nostrils flared for any unusual scent. Frighteningly, however, he found that his sense of smell was of little aid. Everything smelled strange now. Even he smelled differently. He would have to rely on the uneasy feeling that rolled in his gut, pushing him to move forward and not look back.
There was a crash to his left. Immediately, Cervais wheeled around to see a horrendous creature dragging itself along the ground toward him. It looked like a Spoink fused with a Pidgey. The result was repulsive, pathetic. It retained the bird head of the Pidgey, but a snout had formed above the beak, not replacing it, simply there. One of the wings did not exist. Instead purple skin patched through the feathers, causing the impression of a terrible skin disease. The other wing fluttered uselessly. It had one foot, small, whithered, and deformed. Where the other had been was a bent spring. The pitiful thing flopped uselessly on the ground, its eyes begging him for help. With a shudder he took off at full speed. There was nothing he could do for it now, and even if he could he needed to focus on himself. That was the only way he could survive.
He came upon the town hall much faster than he had anticipated, simply for the fact that he had not anticipated running most of the way. Shoulders tense, he pushed the doors open with his head and cautiously went inside. Insect Pokemon crawled everywhere, already reclaming the once proud structure. At that point Zubat hanging from the ceiling would not have looked out of place. It was hard to believe just a short time ago the building had been whole. As he stepped onto the hard floor he was dismayed to discover his hooves made an even louder noise on the floor. For the first time in his life, he cursed the fact that he did not have paws or other manageable ambulation parts like most other Pokemon. He would just have to be even more careful, he decided. If this was a trap an ambush could be staged at any point. Why anyone would want to capture the survivors, he did not know. Then again, why had all of this happened in the first place? There was no explanation he could think of, which only frightened him more.
He came upon what appeared to be the offspring of a Ninetales and Umbreon. It took him several seconds to realize it was not naturally born like that, but a morph like the the Spoink and Pidgey cross. Perhaps he had not recognized it for what it was because it was so well formed, and the latter was the only fusion he had seen up to this point. Whatever the case, there was the Smeargle. Could it offer him knowledge about what had happened?
Slowly, so as to allow them to realize he was there and he did not mean harm, he crept forward. He kept his neck high but his head low to impress that he was not ready nor did he have a desire to attack.
"I apologize for my interruption. Are you the one who called for survivors?"