[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Mossdeep City [Outside Glalie's Refuge] | Morning15 | 15
What happened? The monster was gone.. the battle, over? There was a silent air of peace over the Pokemon, one that told them safety for the time being. Its gone Monisha. It can't hurt you anymore.
A light feeling comes to Pachirisu's aching heart. The monster was gone! She might not of won the battle, had a deserved painful death, and the Garchomp may of simply vanished without warning, but for now it was good enough for her. The feeling of Glalie's tail told her he was alright too, standing and moving again. Getting to her own paws the Jolteon feels a bit shaky but confidence beams through her mind."It's a miracle!"
She can hear the little Riolu's voice mimicking her own thoughts. Turning to were her birdie friend lay she starts, "Monisha its gone its-"
but breaks off when she realizes that the Vulture wasn't there. "M-monisha?"
She asks tentatively, stepping forward closer to the spot where Taph was sitting. "The fairies made a miracle for us!"
His voice is happy but it does not penetrate her. The positive feelings inside her heart have gone and again are replaced with a cold, hollow weight. Looking down blood still pooled and stained the ground red where the bird had been but there was no sign of her beside a few dirtied feathers that clung to the mud. "Monisha?!"
She calls out more quickly, panic starting to croak in her voice.
This had to be some sort of joke. The Mandibuzz was injured, she couldn't of gone far! had Taph maybe found a way to move her? Taking a step back the Jolteon feels her breath coming in short and fast. No no no! No Monisha the monster is gone its alright now. Its gone come back!
She blinked. They were both gone. Just leaving like that. Had the Garchomp- panic cuts off her breath in a gasp. Turning to Glalie her eyes are wide in horror. "Glalie you don't think! That the Garchomp.."
It was too horrible for her to finish and too hard to breath while speaking.
The Glaceon looks her firm in the eyes. She hadn't seen what happened to Monisha but she did have a point. But.. no. The Garchomp left suddenly Monisha seemed like she was teleported against her will.
The events couldn't be connected, right? I don't think Garchomps can learn teleport, they aren't psychic.
It didn't seem to add up. The light happened a few moments after too.
Though they were close together the two, technically three, Pokemon vanishing couldn't relate to one another. Shaking his head gently the Glaceon utters only a few words to her. Now wasn't the time for silence. "No, she's alright."
Yet it also wasn't the time for a big speech.
The Jolteon still feels anxiety pulsing through her veins but the sound of Glalie's voice is more relaxing then the words he had said. "Fairies took miss birdy to a safe place and made the scary monster go away."
The little Riolu matches his optimism, completely cheerful and innocent. As long as the monster didn't have her.. I hope youre safe..
Forcing herself to calm down Pachi nods to the child with a soft smile on her muzzle. "And they'll keep her safe too."
It was hard to finds someone like him with all the demons running around. So young and innocent.. Looking between him and Glalie she can't help laugh the tinniest bit. "We are all really dirty. We should probably wash this mud off."
There had to be clean water somewhere on this island. The vulpine Pokemon had been lucky finding clean drinking water in bottles inside the houses, but they would need more to bathe. Sure the ocean was nearby but saltwater would leave them all sticky and thirsty. "I think I saw a pond near the base of that big hill over there."
With one weak feeling paw she points to the distance. Her idea of a 'big hill' might seem like a small mountain to others. "It had like, a tiny waterfall. Small enough that any one of us could sit under it comfortably. I only saw it for a second yesterday but I think I remember where it is."
The waterfall had been more like a stream going over a slope, gentle and small yet still definable as a waterfall. With a deep breath the Jolteon bends her neck down to grab the few feathers that still remained. Tucking them safely into her filthy white mane she turns toward the eastern side of the island and moves with unhappy, quiet steps.
The Glaceon nodded to her. Mud clung to his faint coat making a harsh contrast between what was clean and not on him. He hated being dirty and washing sounded peaceful after all the fighting. It might even soothe his burns a bit. Water could mean berries. Maybe even Rawst.
Slowly, trying not to limp, he pads forward.