The fox couldn't take her mind off it, what she had done. She wanted to turn around, turn back and apologize. But for the longest of hours, those hours she spent in her oak tree den; all she did was daydream of the wonders of a new world.
The human world.
Zorua wanted to go and explore it so badly. She didn't know if it was right to feel freedom, or pain, embarrassment, or pleasure...
It was like all feelings had left her at this point. She just wanted to reach her destination.
And there it was.
Suddenly, a rush of joy filled the vixen's small body as her eyes filled with the sight of a small city. Well, it was smaller than she expected it to be, but it was still pretty massive. To a Pokemon like her, at least.
Her grey tail rose up and wagged excitedly as she stumbled clumsily down the green hill, that separated construction and nature. It was such a beautiful experience, such an amazing thing.
Zorua trotted up to a small path, a walkway that unknowingly to her outlined the whole city. She realized, this had never been done before. A Pokemon, birthed in the dense woods, crossing worlds for the first time. All of her friends, who she had already forgotten at this point, had feared this. None of them would have ever dared to make this act. They seemingly were beneath Zorua now. All of them. Even her crush. She felt like the epitome of courage.
Zorua, crosser of worlds.
She lifted her small black paw, hovered it over the pavement. She admired how bright it's color was. It was brighter than the sun beaming down on her, brighter than any Butterfree's wings.
Her pink paw pads met the cool concrete pavement for the first time. It gave Zorua cills that ran from her paw all the way to her tail. Soon enough, her whole body stood on the pavement, and she found herself staring into the most wonderful place ever.
A Zorua's paradise.