ACADEMY OF MYTH #3 – Animal instinct.
Dull, dull, dull… This was all Jericho could think throughout the lesson. He knew he had chosen this lesson for a reason, but for Arceus sake he couldn't remember why. It was as if the single classroom had been stuck in an eternal, never-ending time-loop. Would it never end?
'BBRRRINNNGGGG' rang the bell at a deafening scale, especially due to the fact Aerodactyl hearing is above average for most Pokémon.
Jericho pulled himself up from his chair, and watched as the others in the class did the same. It wasn't long before something interesting happened. "You wanna fight?" threatened the Tyranitar Pokejinka, as he grabbed a Nidoking-morph by the tail, dragging him out of Modern Events rooms.
The Nidoking grunted. "Fine. Meet me outside the Gathering Hall after dinner tonight. We'll settle this there." He said, as the two parted. Despite how much Jericho wanted to ignore it, and return to his lesson schedule, this was far too interesting to leave be. Besides, he could always make up some excuse for being late.
The Tyranitar strode down the hall, with Jericho following swiftly, although he was far enough behind to stay unnoticed. The other entered a Biology room, leaving Jericho outside. "Excuse me, shouldn't you be getting to class?" asked a man who appeared to be one of the professors.
"I'm just, uh… waiting for someone." Jericho muttered, and was lucky enough that it wasn't technically a lie. Soon enough, the professor headed into the classroom, but was replaced by the very person he was following.
In a vain attempt to keep unnoticed in the now near-empty hallway, Jericho fell back further, relying on his sense of hearing to keep a check on the location of his target. It was harder to keep up, but he was doing well enough. Until, nothing, absolute silence, he had lost track, which was new… After picking up the pace, he appeared near the gathering hall. A quick glance caught sight of a back-pack, much like the one the Tyranitar had owned.
Jericho growled slightly. "Ugh, lost him…" he grumbled, before preparing to head back to his now over-due lesson, but then he remembered something. Jericho dropped his things, including his jacket, and then ran as fast as he could from the Gathering Hall, gathering speed with each pace. While he may not be able to hear the location of the naturally heavy-footed Tyranitar morph, using his sense of smell could prove effective. It wasn't his favourite way of location, but it usually worked.
Once out in the fresh air, he could finally relax, and do something more active. Jericho leant forward, and eventually fell onto his front hands, making him resemble an Aerodactyl more than previously. He raised his head to the air, taking in a deep breath, and luckily for him, caught the scent of something. It was unmistakably from a Rock-type, as it smelt a little like the inside of a cave. Jericho scrapped his front talons against the ground, and pushed hard with his back legs. Using his long arms, he began to gallop forward at an astounding speed. Most Aerodactyl couldn't run this fast, but then again, most of them could fly, and Jericho managed to make up for that.
Within a few minutes, he had run to the forests edge, still following the scent. After dragging himself through the forest, it was clear he was in the right area. But it was also clear he had no further idea of the Tyranitar's location. The many scents of wild Pokémon and local plants did well at hiding a specific location.
He would just have to search manually.
