Dexter Moriarty, the Shikari, approaches...
Hunting was the easiest thing int he world for Dexter. To him, the finding, capturing, training and using of rare, exotic, and powerful pokemon was completely utter ecstatic. His father had once told him to never, ever let a hunt go, and he had lived up to that as best as he could. As proof, he rode upon the back of a great water pokemon, submerged in the sea and blending in perfectly. To an onlooker from the side, they would see a man seemingly flying across the water without care. No pokemon, at first glance, was beneath him and he was on no ship. But look from above and you would find that the shadow of a huge water pokemon was beneath him, its shape unique and legendary. Yes, legendary... it had been a long, hard hunt to get this pokemon and its brethren. many years had he taken tracking them down, selecting the right tools for hunting their locations, gauging their strengths and choosing just the right weapon to bring them down. For many shikari it was a gun. For him, it was pokemon.
Now he rode, the wind flying through his already swept back hair and the salt smell of the sea in his nose. His destination? A new region - they didn't even have a proper name for it yet! Pokemon flocked there apparently and many rare and wondrous ones had been sighted. Oh yes, this was the place for him. He had with him some supplies in a dufflebag, slung over his shoulder, and only six pokemon on his belt, many of the balls empty. He had with him his original three, which he took on all safaris such as this and had been with him for many, many years, and he had the three brethren, freshly caught, trained, and ready to be used on the hunt. Such monstrous pokemon they were, too - the pride and joy of his ownership, seconded only by the original three.
He could see it now, just up ahead, the new region and a new day. A smile broke across his thin lips. Would he find the big game he was hunting for here, in this new land where pokemon seemed to thrive without the influence of human beings? As he thought this, there came a cry from above. He looked up and saw a passing flock of Altaria, flying gracefully overhead and looking down at him, not daring to approach because of the shadow just beneath the water. They were heading towards the same mass of land that he was, perhaps returning form a migrating or a hunting trip of their own from a neighboring island. Dexter looked back ahead, standing up on top of his pokemon. It was approaching fast now, this new region with new beginnings. He could feel many, many great things were waiting for him just on the horizon. He called out, "Faster, Leviathan! Bring me that horizon!" He was answered with a cry from below, so powerful that it made the Altaria above scatter and fly higher, in fear of what lay beneath. Altaria was not what he was after though. Dexter was after a much greater prize indeed...
